Two
Annabelle's last daysChapter two
Mthokozisi
He got a goodnight sleep for the first time in a very long time and today it's his very first day at work if you can call it that, he was hoping for a heavy duty manual labour kind of job because only when he is at his busiest does he forget about his family and his past but he couldn't say no to baby sitting the crippled racist girl he thought to himself. After making his way to the left wing of the Jones mansion where Annabelle is staying he knocked on her door a bit nervous about his first day.
"Miss Annabelle it's Mtho reporting for duty," he shouts after a while of knocking with no response.
"Go away!" Annabelle shouts and he stands there confused not knowing what to do.
"Madam please open the door," he begs but his deep husky falls on deaf ears because Annabelle doesn't bother to open the door for him.
After a while of begging and pleading at the door he decided to go to the other side of the house to speak to her mother.
"Good morning Mtho, what a beautiful day for a picnic don't you think?" Annabelle's mother says with a high pitched voice displaying a jovial mood which he doesn't reciprocate, he came here to ask her to talk to her daughter not to suggest picnics.
"Good morning madam, miss Annabelle is refusing to open the door," he says looking down and her mother sighs.
"She must have had a difficult night," she says now suddenly sad..it's true when they say a mother is only as happy as her saddest child he thinks to himself, this woman was happy a few seconds ago but her smile quickly turned to a frown within a split second making Mtho feel like he is already failing at his weird job.
"Don't worry madam just please assist me with a food basket and a blanket and leave miss Annabelle to me, we can't let this beautiful weather go to waste he says and like a person suffering from multiple personalities Mrs Jones's sad mood switches back to the overly joyful person she was a minute ago.
"Okie dokie, I'll ask Liv to get on to it, I think I'm going to like you Mtho," she says before scurrying off excitedly. He swallows hard before turning back to Annabelle's room.
Annabelle
Can't this guy take a hint? She questions irritable. All she wants it's to be alone and feel sorry for herself, why can't they understand. Her mother has basically made sure she can't take her own life by taking anything she can use to carry out mission "goodbye cruel world" so the least her mother can do it let her be since she refuses for her to take her own life which is selfish of her mother she feels, its not like she's going to leave a child behind for crying out loud.
"The queen of London, her Highness. Please open the door for me, I need this job or it's back to the streets for me and it's back to eating from garbage cans. Get off your high horse and open the door," Mtho says now in a stern voice. She chuckles clearly impressed by his sarcastic voice and his average English, she thought he's a dumb bird. One who can't speak proper English like all the other black workers around here.
She wheels herself to the door and opens it, dear lord he's wearing formal shiny pants with weird looking sandals and a leopard print vest.
"Where do you get those hideous clothes? My word," she says with a slight chuckle.
He frowns before walking into the bedroom and standing right above Annabelle with his tall self.
"What's wrong with my clothes?" She shrugs and moves away.
"Today we are going to have a picnic," Mtho says making her burst into a fit of laughter.
"What's so funny?"
"You," she replies.
"I can't imagine a thug like yourself sipping tea in the garden while nibbling on a slice of lemon and mandarin orange cake," she she says laughing at the thought.
"My mother lives in a world full of rainbows and unicorns, ignorance is bliss to her. If you are not careful she'll have you sitting in on one of her book clubs." She says shaking her head.
"What would you rather be doing?" He asks after heaving a sigh.
"Me? I would rather sit at a coffee shop in Paris, there's a beautiful cosy coffee shop located in a hidden corner where you can sit and get lost reading a book for hours, I can never forget the smell of the freshly roasted and ground coffee beans, i travelled a lot but never have i come across such great tasting coffee," she says as a lone tear escapes her eye.
"Ukofi? Coffee as in Frisco and ricoffee?" Mtho asks with a frown.
"Forget about it," Anna says irritated,. what the hell was she thinking? Of course he knows nothing about travel, his palette must only know hormone injected meat and beer.
Emily
Her husband Jonathan walks in with a bruised face and a busted lip, his clothes look messy while he has a limp in his right leg. Tears well in her eyes as her husband carefully sits on the couch.
"Where have you been for the past two weeks Nathan?" She asks with her hands on her waste.
"Not now Emily, I'm in pain can't you see? Why do you be a good little wife and take care of my wounds instead of asking me questions?" He said before flinching, he is trying to find a comfortable position to sit in but each move he makes seems to bring him more pain.
"We have been married for a few months and already you are bringing trouble to my house, I will not pay for your sins like Annabelle did, you better quit your gambling or I will leave you," she says tearing up.
"Oh would you stop being so melodramatic! This is all your fault, had you not been forward and spilled the beans about us to Anna I would have married her then eventually would have killed her or rather she would have killed herself. I would have been rich by now, we would have been rich by now and Rico the bookie would be off my back so please spare me," Emily looks at him and breaks into a loud sob.
"How can you say that to me, I'm pregnant for crying out loud," he heaves a sigh before struggling to get up and engulfing her into a hug, careful not to injure himself.
"I'm sorry sweetheart but do you see why we need her now more than ever? We are about to become parents my love," she nods after breaking the hug but lays her head on his chest.
"Okay Jonathan, we will do things your way," she says in a low tone.
"It's only for a little while then I'll be all yours my love."
Jonathan
After waking up from a nap he took earlier he packed a small bag and kissed the sleeping Emily on the cheek.
"This has to be done," he says before limping out of the house into his car and drove off to the Jones mansion with nothing but sinister intentions.
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