Give Me Some Time

14

"No what are you talking about?" he put back the baggage I was filling my clothes, to the floor. "You don't have to leave, why did you think that?" he helds my arm and lead me to sit.

"I'm sorry for lying, it's not something I'm proud of. I'll make sure that you get your compensation." I push his hand away.

"I'm not finished, I've been away for 3 years and all I could think was you being dragged into something you'd never expected. Don't leave, it's your home too."

"It were never mine to call my own. The island changed you, you used to be hot temper and we could never sit close like this. Why are you so keen on me lying to your family?" I asked.

"I'm grateful that happened to me. Everything I have to know, all about you being somebody Noah and Mary had trusted, how can I let you leave when I'm finally home?"

"Are you sure you don't want to go to the hospital right now? Maybe something concussed in there." I point to his head.

"That's harsh. But you're someone I hold dear, I..." he whispered the last part.

"You what?"

"Two days ago, a big ship saw my SOS sign and rescued me. I'm sure if nobody come for another day, I won't last there. My foods, my fire source, everything had gone. I've been living of rain water. Once they had me checked out from the hospital, I immediately grab my things and ran home. When I finally reached home, you're sitting under the scorching sun, you didn't hear me walking around, but I'm glad that you stayed. And I'm glad that we're alone right now. I just want to stay here, can I? " he sat on the ground, in his hand were a photo of me that Jack took with him to the cruise.

"I will call the maid to bring your things here." I walked to the door.

"Don't! I don't want anybody to know I'm home yet. I'm not ready." he half shouted.

"But the maids would be confused if I told them to put things in an empty room?"

"It's not empty, you're here." he stuffed the photo into his sweat pant.

"I can't stay in the same room as you. Don't you loathe me? How you always say that you don't want to walk pass me or be near me." I cross my arms.

"I know, and I regretted every single words I harshly spoke to you. Please forgive me, Brianna." he came closer.

"What changed? I'm still the same, I entered your family for half of the fortune." my voice quavered. I turn back to the door, it's been years since I've heard my own name in others mouth. My eyes became moist. And soon, it drop.

"Please forgive me, Bri. Every words I cursed you were untrue. I -" a knock on the door cut him off. I pulled him to hide behind the door, wiping my tears and opened the door slightly.

"What is it?" I smiled at the maid.

"A lady came and made trouble outside. She is waiting for her daughter but when we told her nobody here named Brianna, she insisted on seeing the head of the house." she informed shortly. I tap on her shoulder to continue her works and close the door.

"For your information, I didn't give you permission to call me that name. And please excuse me. I had some matter to attend to." I stepped out the room.

As I slowly walk down the stairs, the skinny figure turn around her face got redder.

"I feed you, clothed you, and this is how you pay me back?" she scoffed.

"Margaret, please wait for the twin in front of their school. And take them for a little ride around the mall or somewhere, can you?" I put my wallet into Margaret's hands and signaled for her to leave. She nodded and commanded the other maids to leave.

"Ignoring me? You think you've all grown up nicely, you can marry a wealthy man without us knowing? I bet he didn't actually love you. How much did he paid for you, anyway?" she walked around the living room, her belt was held tightly in her hand.

"I'm sorry, I didn't ask for your... Opinion." I looked at her straightly.

"Give me the money. I should at least get your yearly bonuses for raising you so well." she said, her thick accent colored her words.

"I owe you nothing."

"Bullshit. You thief." she smashed a porcelain vase to the ground. The sound echoed loudly. Walking closer to me, a smaller vase she held, she throw them right at my head. Hot, oozing dark red liquid runs to the chin.

"Too afraid to cry for help? Oh wait, you're a widow now." she laughed, her belt whipped continously by her side. I staggered at the sound.

"I dont need to. I could bleed out for you right here, and you'd never get the money." using the couch for support my back, she was standing a feet away from me. Her pupils dilated, breath stink as if she just smoked three pack of cigarettes.

"Don't you miss me? Mama had always give you a nice hug, come here baby." she extend her arms, pouting while bending.

"You're not my mama. You killed father. Its getting late, I think you should leave. Before you can't."

"Sara? What happened here?" Liam looked around the trashed living room, before he ran and kneeled. The woman that called herself mama was pushed back.

"Ah I see, you married the old wealthy man, while you're in love with his son. So he died, everything goes to him. Right? That's why you don't have my money." she clapped her hand, like she had solved a crime.

"Liam, get out of here." I pushed him away. But that didn't move him, not even a little.

"You're bleeding..she's dead." he infuriated. Seeing him grip his fist, I throw my body on him by the shoulder.

"No no no, please don't." I turn his face, our nose almost touched but didn't since he tried to stand.

"Hey young man, you're rich now right. Give me some money, then I'll leave." she finished laughing and exhaled a large breath.

"It's gonna be the other way around." he ignored my plead and snatched the belt from her hand. She gasped and they start cursing each other.

Using the chance, I stood and ran to use the phone near the dining room.

"Hello, there's a woman assaulting my family! Please send help as soon as possible, address is *******. Please hurry!" I end the call.

Just then, mama shouted in pain. I ran back to the living room and dropped to the floor.

Liam had mama on the ground, she wasn't beaten up but laid flat on her stomach. He had her hands behind her back, his feet over the hands so that she can't move.

"Sara! Who is she?!" he shouted. The light from the door reflected, directing straight to my eyes. I couldn't answer him, I'm starting to get a splitting headache.

"Poor 'Sara', what would've happened if he wasn't here. Why don't you be a good girl and tell him to get his feet off of me. I'll leave you two alone. But don't close the door, okay?" she laughed.

I stood up slowly and walked to Liam. He opened his arm so that I can use him as support.
"You may had Papa killed himself for you after you married and sold me because we couldn't give you what you want, but I won't let you have it your way anymore. Soon the police will come and trust me, you won't like it." I said. She gritted her teeth and spit on the floor.

"Fuck you, your parents deserved to die. You too." she silenced once she heard the police's sirens. Her face turn pale and Liam took his feet off of her. She tried to run but slipped on the rug. The police ran in and immediately cuffed her. I exhaled the breath I was holding and turn to Liam.

"Are you alright? Did she hurt you? I'm so sorry this happened in your house, Liam." I cried. He shushes me.

"Hey, it's not your fault, okay? I'm glad I was here. Let's get you to the hospital, alright? Your cut seemed pretty deep." he winced as he look over the injury that right on my head. I nodded and he lifted me once again.

We made our way into another police car, Liam had asked the police to drop us at the hospital.

"Stay awake, okay?" he softly whispered. I nodded, my head rested to his shoulder.