Burns & Bruises

Chapter 7|Dinner

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Azriel Thompson
Wednesday, March 6th
11:16 am

Turning the locks I check to see if the door is closed for the fifth time since Ms. Daisy left the house. I have been uneasy in the house ever since what went down with Ronald.

I am afraid to stay here alone without me personally locking the doors or checking a million times to see if they are actually locked.

Zash cries out and I rush to the room and open the door to see what her problem is.

"Aunty, Maleek bit me" She cries as she shows me the teeth marks. A heavy sigh escapes me as I apologize to her and gently rub her arm trying to rub it out.

Zash is the daughter of one of Ms. Daisy's nieces that died a year ago leaving Ms. Daisy to take care of her. She is the sweetest 5-year-old and acts a bit bigger than her age but in a good way.

"Maleek baby you can't do that," I say exhausted as I lift him off the bed and place him to stand in front of Zash.

"That's rude" I scold and he leans pushing himself into me. One of his many tricks to get out of trouble.

"Do you want something to eat?" I ask Zash trying to distract her from focusing on the bite.

"Yes, please" She replies in her little uptown accent making me smile.

Fi a back a bush pickney she speaks very well and is very intelligent for her age.

I place her in the chair to sit and check the kitchen door to see if it's locked. I haven't seen much of Ronald since him trying to force himself on me and I have been glad. Apart from hearing his voice every now and again when he argues with Shelly, he rarely comes into the yard. Yet I remain cautious so that he doesn't ever catch me off guard again.

Ms Daisy has been nothing but a blessing and the rest of the family. While Ms Daisy is nothing but an absolute sweetheart, I am afraid that one day she might get up on the wrong side of her bed and decide that she no longer wants me here especially since I haven't been able to contribute like I want to.

I have spoken to my boss and was given a 3-week leave but I know they may already be looking for a replacement for me. Worst my supervisor never really liked me, I may not have a job to go back to next week and that's making me a little scared.

I run my hands over my face in both frustration and exhaustion. I have been going through it and life doesn't seem to want to give me at least a month's break.

A month where I don't have to worry. Where I don't have to fight to survive, I can just live not hand to mouth but comfortably in my own home not scared of being put out on the streets.

I hand Zash a juice box and sigh. I am so bored, most of my days are spent wasting away on TikTok as I watch both Zash and Maleek or over at Keira when she's there.

Keira's a friend that a met 2 days after being here. She's such great company and a great person to bounce ideas off of. I haven't been over there since Saturday because I know the minute I step through her sister's house she will sense that something is off and I will be forced to relive the memory of being assaulted.