A Second Chance

Chapter 9

My brain instantaneously drowned itself with multiple scenarios of what was about to happen. But I found myself having two plausible options. To me, both seem very life threatening. Option 1 is to jump out the window and see my luck. Option 2 is to open that door, which I know  shall never happen. You may be wondering why? Well you see, I don't know how far this is true but I heard that people don't like entering places that smell like fermented cheese, sweat and blood, I wonder why because I've been here all month. My apartment looks like it was hit by a tornado of pain, suffering and depression. That would also be what my brain looks like on a daily basis. 

I heard the doorbell ring again and hurriedly dressed myself in some black sweats, a black hoodie with the word 'Meh' written on it in small white font and some black trainers. Yes, I like black but it also portrays my current view of this situation. I absolutely hate it. I grabbed my phone and saw exactly what I had expected to see. 3 messaged from the person that's at the door. Damn, I'm done for this time. There's no way I'm getting out of this situation and I'm usually ever so good at getting out of awkward situations.

I texted Luce to meet me at Cafe' Cafe'. I needed the counsel of my little sister who very graciously offered it not so long ago. Plus, Luce and I need to catch up on a lot of things. We never always had the most fruitful relationship but I know that she also loved Cori as a sister and I never stopped to consider how she may have felt after the accident. I guess it's my turn to be the therapist. Which is ironic considering I'm about to climb out of my window to get out of a conversation that I actually want to have... just not today. 

I open the door leading onto the balcony and close it behind me. The petrichor of the fresh air hits my nose and the tiny, soothing droplets of rain fall on me like a shower of feathers. Soft and light. It feels good to be outside after being couped up in the little hell hole of my own making. It's a beautiful Sunday afternoon. Sundays were Cori's favourite day of the week, which is odd because I hated Sundays considering that it was the last day of the weekend. Cori however loved Sundays because it was on this day every week that she would go to St Lucians Orphanage to help out with the children. She never saw it as helping out though. She treated every child like her own, even the moody teenagers treated Cori like an older sister. She played games and told stories to the little ones. She got the latest gossip and played matchmaker with the teens. Cori will... would have made the perfect mother. 

There was one young lad that was very close to Cori. She would never admit it but he was definitely her favourite. They were the ideal 'siblings'. They both annoyed the hell out of each other but no matter she was always there for him and vise versa. Cori even left money for the lad to go to college. I can't ever forget the boy, considering him and Luce are now friends. Young Mr Jamie Bruce. Nice lad with excellent fashion sense. It was almost as good as Matthews... emphasis on ALMOST. For that reason, he is actually studying Fashion Design. I've bought a few of his exquisitely designed 3-piece suits anonymously when he auctioned them. He was designing our wedding outfits... Cori's dress and my suit. I never got to see the look on Cori's face when she saw the dress, because she never did. Urghhh, no! I can't keep coming back to this. I've got to get out of my head. 

I looked down at my phone quickly seeing that Luce had replied 'Kk, see you in 15, Loser. By the way, the next time you bossily text me, I'm gonna ignore your sorry butt!' Ah yes, well I deserved that. I may have texted saying 'Meet me at Cafe' Cafe' NOW'. 

My darling sister was never a follower though and always liked to stand out while being in her own little bubble. An introverted extrovert is what one might call her. She decided to go against all my parents wishes and study Information Technology and Computer Engineering, but damn... is she good at what she does. Her technology skills are out of this world and her straight A's make her my parents favourite. I personally think it is because she managed to teach Mom how to use a phone and taught Dad how to do his banking online. You don't even need a degree to teach someone that! But apparently my parents were as technologically advanced as an average human from... lets say... The Prehistoric Era. 

Jamie and Luce have a third friend, Ria Sheik, who is the daughter of a family friend. The Sheiks were a very prominent family who owned an Import and Exportation Company to and from India. The company was called Moksha, it means liberation in Hindi, and had two main headquarters, one here and one there. The family bought multiple pieces of real estate from Louw Enterprises while I was growing up. Ria is currently studying Business Economics, the same course that I did, so that she can finally take over the family business. Unlike my dads other business partners, I was quite fond of the Sheik family. 

I'm pulled out of my thoughts when my cellphone starts to ring. I look at the caller I.D and for sure it's the person I'm running from. I let the call go on as I place the phone back into my zip-up pocket. You've probably noticed that a large amount of my time gets wasted when things that relate to Cori pop up. I look over the side of the balcony at the drainage pipe that runs all the way from my third floor apartment to the ground. I climb over the edge of the rail before my sanity kicks in and I realise that this is absolutely insane. I cling my arms around the pipe and hold on for dear life, my feet still settled on the balcony landing. I've watched enough Mission Impossible to know what this could either go really well... or really badly. Let's hope for the best.

I moved my feet off the balcony and in that moment I felt like Spiderman. I was literally like the itsy bitsy spider climbing up a water spout, except I was going down. Ever so gently, I climbed down, not daring to even take a glimpse of the ground below me. I'm almost at the bottom when I hear 'BURGLAR!!!! CALL THE POLICE!!!!'. I look around frantically, looking for this burglar, not realising... 'BURGLAR CLIMBING DOWN THE DRAIN!'... it was me. Oh no! I jumped down the last bit and sprinted. When I say sprinted, I mean faster than Usain Bolt, towards my car. 

As I drove away, I saw the  vehicle registration of my 'visitor' in my rear view mirror.
'Lizzie4lyf'. I'm sorry Elizabeth... maybe next time. 

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AND THAT'S THE CHAPTER!!

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~Farry