Three
Annabelle's last daysChapter three
Annabelle
This man is really sitting under the shade of the tree in the back yard eating a tub of blueberries, I can't help but stare at him. This is the most awkward picnic I've ever had and why the hell would my mother think that this weird guy and I could hit it off? I am day and he is definitely night. We are so different that I find it hard to even connect to him. Well, not that I want to connect but at least if we had one thing in common this whole thing wouldn't feel like such a torture.
"Uhm i need to pee," his eyes almost pop out of their socket, this is almost hilarious.
"Your mother said there's a nurse for that," he says after clearing his throat, I think this is the perfect time to scare him off.
"She's not here today. I have you for that," he gets up and tries to push my chair.
"I can wheel myself thank you very much," he nods and follows awkwardly behind me.
We get inside the house and we get to the nearest bathroom, my mother is not home but my nurse is around, I'm just messing with him.
"Uhm I'll wait for you here," he says after opening the door for me. I just stare at him with an annoyed look on face.
"So how am I supposed to get on top of the toilet seat and how the hell am I supposed to take off my underwear? my one hand doesn't work," gosh the look on his face is priceless. I bet he'll take eating from the dumpster any day rather than wipe the *** of a white crippled woman.
He heaves a sigh before walking into the toilet with me, his hands are shaking as he doesn't know where to begin touching me.
"It's not rocket science please. I'm about to pee myself here," he gently lifts me up like I'm a feather then lifts up my dress before pulling down my underwear. My nurse Trudy always does this but never this delicately. It's like I'm an egg and his afraid I'll break, this feels strange. He places me on the toilet seat then turns..I finally let go of the pee while watching him as his back is facing me.
"I'm done," he turns and tries to pick me up again.
"You need to wipe my lady part. I don't want to be smelling of pee," he frowns and lifts up my underwear before placing me back on my chair, I guess he's having none of it. I hear my mother's voice and I suddenly scream.
Mthokozisi
I'm just stunned at this woman screaming like a crazy person in the bathroom and her mother comes barging in followed by a young white guy.
"He tried to rape me," she cries out and my eyes pop.
"What?" I shout shocked.
"Yes you did, you touched me appropriately on my private area," she says wiping her tears, what a performance.
"I swear Mrs Jones I would.....,"
"Shut up," the white guy says before throwing a punch my way but I'm quick to grab his feeble fist.
"What were you doing with her in the bathroom because I specifically told you she has a nurse for that and there Liv too?" I try to speak but the white guy is itching to fight me with those soft girly hands but I'm no fool, I know how things work in this people's world. I could be thrown into prison without so much as a trial, who's going to believe a nobody like me anyway?
"Miss Annabelle, I'm sorry for touching you inappropriately and for making you feel uncomfortable, it was not my intention. Mrs Jones, thank you for the opportunity you have given me, I'll pack my things," I say pushing my way out of the spacious bathroom which has suddenly become small. I'm not shocked at all, this is the black cloud that's always following me around.
I get to the maid's quarters and go into the bedroom, before carelessly shoving my clothes into a plastic bag, the door swings open and Mrs Jones walks in and stands at the door.
"I know you are innocent," she says and I ignore her and continue with what I'm doing.
"I know my daughter more than she knows herself and this was a way of getting rid of you, the man I left her with is the reason she's sitting on that chair and with all the money we have, no doctor can help her walk again and it's all because of that demon," she heaves a sigh and walks inside before she sits on the bed.
"I need you Mtho, my daughter doesn't know it yet but she needs you too and I might be overstepping and forgive me if I'm wrong but there's something that intrigues you about my daughter and you want to know more," she says and I frown.
"Give my daughter six months of your time and in that six months should both your lives not change then I'll personally cut you loose and never bother you again, just six months please." She says pleading.
"Just six months," I say.
"Just six months," she echoes with a smile.
Jonathan
"Thank goodness sweetheart, are you okay?" She stares at me emotionless. This one since the shooting she has become a ticking time bomb, I need to pull a rabbit out of the hat to get her to welcome me back again.
"What are you doing here?" She asks moving her cart.
"I miss you Anna," she chuckles.
"Miss me? Where is my so called best friend whom you didn't plan to fall in love with, it just happened right? Right after your gambling ways took my legs and my senses," she says while throwing daggers at me and I swallow hard.
"We......i...it wasn't working out with Emily, I realised that I still love you baby, my Bella swan, my little smurf. I panicked okay? The guilt was too much, I couldn't bare looking at you stuck to that chair knowing that I'm the reason, Emily was just a coping mechanism but we both realised that it isn't love," she starts tearing up and I know the ice is melting, I'm getting through to her.
"Give me one more chance please, I'll make it up to you."
"But I'm still sitting on this damn chair! Are you not feeling guilty anymore seeing me like this? FYI Jonathan, while you were busy screwing my best friend time stood still for me, I've been sitting in the very same spot wishing and hoping for death to take me because I sure as hell won't live with only the memories of my former self," she says breaking down and I crouch down to her level and I cup her face.
"Let me love you baby, let me give you new memories." I say wiping her tears but I notice her attention pull away from me and she has her eyes glued to whoever is behind me, I turn my head and it's the black guy leaning against the wall with his legs crossed and his hands folded to his chest. Wasn't he leaving? And I don't like the way Annabelle is staring at him.
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