Four
Annabelle's last daysChapter four
*Mthokozisi*
I'm standing right there watching her all vulnerable in front of the mushy hands white boy and judging by the way she's looking at me, she's shocked seeing me standing here.
"What the hell are you looking at boy?"
"The name is Mtho," he scoffs and walks up to me. I'm taller than him but he stands in front of me lifting his shoulders trying to make himself look intimidating but I'm not moved at all.
"I don't care what your name is but you better get out of here before we have you arrested," I chuckle before darting my eyes back at Annabelle.
"I believe our date is not over yet" she frowns.
"You're not leaving?" She asks and I shake my head.
"Now that I know you will do anything and everything to get rid of me, I will do everything in my power to make sure that I stay," she sighs before wheeling herself back to her bedroom leaving me with whoever this boy is.
"Shouldn't you follow her? I believe you were still softening her up," he clicks his tongue and walks away.
"Oh good, you're here, I need you to come with me to the mall. If my daughter is going to take you seriously then you need to dress accordingly," Mrs Jones says coming down the staircase.
"Is that necessary?" She nods.
"Fine but I choose my own style," Mrs Jones cocks her brow and I sigh.
A few hours later...
White people are either crazy or too generous, this woman spent more than 50k on a new wardrobe for me, I have never even touched that much money before but I'm glad she allowed me to pick what makes me feel comfortable except for one suit she made me pick.
We arrive back at the mansion and after dropping off the shopping bags in my bedroom I make my way to Annabelle's room but I bump into someone coming out of her bedroom.
"Oh sorry bhuti," a beautiful chubby lady says with a smile.
"Ntokazi," she giggles.
"Weeh soloku ngazalwa angaze ngabona ubuhle obuje, Eww madoda," I say complimenting her beauty.
"Stop please," she says giggling.
"Mthokozisi waka Ngwenya," I say stretching out my hand.
"Livelile Mkhize but you can call me Liv," she says bringing her hand too and I kiss the back of her hand.
"Khabazela," she giggles.
*Annabelle*
I really thought this guy would be gone by now but here he is walking in like he owns the world.
"I guess my mother saw right through me and convinced you to stay right?" He stares at me before chuckling while shaking his head.
"What's your deal?"
"I don't want you here," I say honestly.
"Well you didn't hire me, stop being difficult and just suck it up. Life is not all roses but we soldier on, I don't care how depressed you are but you will not treat me like that ever again. Do I make myself clear? He says sternly, he's not shouting but his big voice sends shivers down my spine.
"Don't talk to me like that!" I snap.
"Do we understand each other miss Annabelle?" I don't know how but I find myself nodding like a naughty child being scolded.
"Now talk to me, why are you this mean?" He says sitting on the couch and crossing his legs giving me his full attention.
"Isn't it obvious?" He shrugs.
"Nobody knows what it's like sitting on this chair, I can't do anything for myself," I say chuckling.
"My left side isn't working so I can't even wipe my own ***, it's degrading for someone else to do the things I used to do for myself, I wish I died. I speak slowly like a retard and sometimes I get hectic seizures and don't get me started on the bed sores. I'm too young to be going through this, I just want to die and nobody understands, they think I'm being selfish but they don't understand that I'm already dead inside, I don't look forward to another day. Then there's Jonathan, he claims to still love me when he left when I needed him the most, how do I even begin to be in any relationship when I can't even please him sexually?" I say bawling my eyes and for the first time in a very long time I allow myself to breakdown. I don't know how or when but I find myself buried deep in his embrace. I cry for a while until calm down.
"I just want to die, why can't anybody understand that it's my body? It's my life, my pain," I say while I'm still in his arms. He breaks the hug and sits back down.
"I understand," he says looking at his hands.
"I'll help you," I frown.
"How?"
"I'll help you end your life," my mouth hangs open.
"Are you aware that's murder?" He nods.
"There's a prison term for assisted suicide," he heaves a sigh.
"Not when we plan and execute it well, nobody will know but I have one condition," I roll my eyes.
"How much?" He smiles and I must say, he has a beautiful smile.
"You give me six months of your life, you become my genuine friend and you stop your crazy crying rape stunts, you stop giving me attitude and you give me your full attention," i place my finger on my chin while thinking and he laughs.
"What's in it for you?"
"I get to have a roof over my head for six months, three meals a day and a salary I will save, after six months I believe I will have saved enough money to start a business," I nod slowly before stretching out.
"It's a deal," he stretches out his hand too.
"Deal," the door slowly opens and Jonathan sticks his head in before he frowns looking at Mtho.
"I believe you two haven't been properly introduced," he walks in looking displeased.
"This is my friend Mtho," I say smiling
"Mtho this is Jonathan my....my ex," I say after pausing a bit and Mtho chuckles.
"Nice to meet you Jonny boy," he shoots daggers at Mtho who lifts his hands up in surrender before getting up and fixing his shiny pants.
"Let me leave you, see you tomorrow miss Annabelle."
*Jonathan*
The smug son of a b*tch walks out and I turn to look at Anna who is all smiles.
"Didn't he try to rape you?" She shakes her head.
"So you're friends now?" She nods.
"Mm and I'm just an ex to you? A friend would have sounded much better," she chuckles.
"But we aren't friends," I heave a sigh.
"I'm trying here baby."
"Why?"
"Gosh, we've been through this Anna. I love you and I'm sorry, give me a chance please," she looks at me for some time and I'm crossing my fingers and my toes.
"Okay but let's take things slow please," I guess that's better than a no, this cripple doesn't know that time is not on my side.
"I got my marriage to Emily annuled," she nods.
"Maybe the engagement can be back on again, I know you kept the ring," she shakes her head.
"I said we need to take things slow, perhaps we can get engaged after six months," she says with a slight chuckle and I frown.
"Six months?" She nods.
"I'll be in a better place by then." She says while smiling wide, I don't have six months. I'll be dead by then if I don't have Rico's money.
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