Chapter 45

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I walked into Estelle's room and quietly close the door as she emerged from the bathroom a towel wrapped around her and another drying the ends of her bleached locks. Her eyes registered shock but it quickly stared at me with indifference as she stood there looking at me.

"May I have a seat?" I asked and she shrugged with indifference.

I made my way to her white sleigh bed and sat on the padded trunk that sat by its foot. She walked over to the dressing table and took up a bottle of cocoa butter skin creme and our eyes met in the mirror.

I took a deep breath as we stared at each other and when she sat upon the stool and place one shapely leg on top of the other and began to apply the light cream she scooped from the jar I said breaking the silence.

"I was made to take care of myself and Ian emotionally when my whole family died in a fire. I moved from sister to impromptu mother before I was even sure of what it was to even be a young woman. No one wanted us all they cared for was to provide us a roof over our head and monetary help."

As I spoke I followed her steady up and down strokes as the sweet cocoa scent filled the room dragging me back to a time when I fought to be free.

"In all this, though I vowed never to disappoint any of those relatives because I didn't want to have them take away from us the kindness they were bestowing upon us, so I groomed Ian and fostered our life to keep us free from anything that would tear us down, especially our past. I ran from it telling myself I will run away and keep on running if it killed me.

That's how much I wanted us to be free from the past but I came to realize I could not be free until I forgave Ilene. You see my mother was the village whore, the one who did not pardon any man once they could provide her with the financial stability she craved even with a successful bar she just had to have more money, but it also gave her a sense of power to know she could bring those man to her will and bend them to her ways.

Those men however were the husband and spouse of women who were mothers of my classmates and people who I have to see every day. It ripped my older sister apart and turned her into my mother only she was the hit of every guy who came from out of town. She couldn't stand the chance of screwing with the same persons our mother was messing with.

But being a fatherless child with a wayward mother you are tangled in an emotional web filled with so many uncertainties you find yourself slipping away and you're left without identity but a stigma that clings to you and drowns you in a slough of despondency."

I look down at my hands now clenched in my lap as the past filled me with remorse however was not about to succumb. I look back at her she was now rubbing her heel with more consistency than needed and I wondered if she was listening to me.

I stood and her eyes followed me I ensured I had her undivided attention as I spoke again.

"Ilene was a selfish woman and she lost her life for it and took with her my brother and sisters' life in the process, I just want you to know I lost one family and I have no intention of losing another one because of a self-centered and impractical being like you.

My child will not be left on the sidelines bitter and broken because of your callous parsimonious attitude to things and people that care about you. In a time like this Myra needs you but you would rather rip her apart and Daniel because everything has to be about you.

You act without thinking about the effect and what it might cause others. Well, I will fight you with my last breath and tear you down if you so much as venture near me, my husband, or anyone else I care about."

She was now applying moisturizer to her unblemished face and her fingers still in her progress as she knew I was referring to Kameel. I took a closer step to her and spoke with steady determination.

"I have lived too long in the shadows of my past fearing that proverb 'wah fall fra head fall paah shoulder' that I was just contented to live a life where I ensured I was free from the drama but I will run no longer.

I faced my demons when I returned to Junction Street and I will face you head on Stella. I not going to back away and let the people I love be stolen from me. I will not sacrifice my happiness at your expense."

She blinked as she looked at her reflection in the mirror and I could not tell what she saw as she stared at her reflection but I knew as I stared at her, I meant all I said. I hope she decided to take me seriously but if she did not I would fight for my happiness and my love for Daniel.

I walked to the door and place my hand on the handle but before I turned it I said quietly. "You are supposed to be one of the links in the chain we called family, we are supposed to be holding up each other in a time like this not trying to rip apart each other so that we can take what we believe we should have.

I am sure this is not how Trevor would like to go, he is just wanting to be proud of you and Daniel but if you keep this up you'll just hinder him that one privilege. Your a sweet intelligent black woman who has the ability by the life she has established for herself to empower and motivate; not destroy and demolish. I hope you use your resilience wisely Estelle and be very pragmatic to this situation."

When I turned the handle and step through the door I walked into a hard frame it's sweet familiarity engulfed me as strong arms wrapped themselves around me. I sank into the comfort it offered and let the outpouring of love washed me under its tranquil ebullience.

"Mrs. Myers?"

"Yes, Mr. Myers."

"Thank you, baby."

"I love you."

"I love you more baby."

I look up at him and when I reached for his lips I knew that I would love him forever no matter whatever drama life brings. I was his wife and for better or worse I will stand by him and ride out all the storms.
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Hey peeps

Here it is, Estelle is given an ultimatum, will she take it?
Well, they say hell hath no fury than a woman scorned... will Estelle be true to this?

Stick around and see what is going to unfold.

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