PAYBACK IS A BITCH

Chapter nine: Her death

I was never of movies that involves zombies, their mindless prowl, and vacant stare terrifies the hell out of me. I had wondered what they felt inside, were they empty as a vacuum with no feelings at all, or are their feelings dead just like they are supposed to.

I never got an answer to that, neither did I do any research about it, wasn't curious enough. But as I walked down the stairs slowly after witnessing my husband's betrayal a second time I felt like one of those zombies.

I couldn't feel anything. Was I in shock, too angry to feel, too hurt to be angry, I couldn't describe my state of mind as I headed back to the party.

I walked out into the yard on autopilot, my brain leading my feet without my conscious awareness. When I got to Gloria and Sophie and slowly knelt beside them without speaking.

"Hey! Where are the stuff you went inside to get?"

I didn't hear Gloria speak because my mind was preoccupied by what I saw upstairs. There was nothing else I could see, think or breath except for my husband upstairs fucking our neighbour.

"Isla!"

"Mummy!"

Gloria sharp voice, and my daughter's worried voice finally penetrated the fugue state I was in.

I turned to look at them like they just materialised before me, with no idea what they are doing here.

"Is everything okay?" Gloria's brow curled on each other, as her brown eyes scrutinised my face for evidence of my insanity, probably.

"I am," I tried to smile. Who knew smiling could be such a difficult task. I am sure I looked like a freak to her with my feeble attempt at a cheerful expression.

"So?" Gloria's stare got more direct.

"So what?"

Her brown eyes narrowed further at my answer. She didn't push, and just told me what she wanted to know.

"Where are the antiseptic you went inside to bring?"

Shit! I mumbled underneath my breath as I remembered what took me inside the first instance.

"Mummy my leg hurt," Sophie cried in a tiny voice, a cute pout on her tear stained face. I forgot all about Billy and Kate to focus on my daughter.

"Baby, Mummy is sorry, there is no more stuff to make your boo boo better," I took Sophie from Gloria. "Do you mind?" I asked gently, ignoring her  stare.

"I will go and get some."

"Are you okay mummy?" Sophie asked as she clung to me.

"Yeah, Mummy is fine, is you that is hurt, remember," I leaned down to kiss her forehead.

"Then why are you crying?"

Shit!

I hadn't realised that I was shedding tears.

"Because it makes me sad to see my baby hurt," I quickly wiped my eyes clean, and smiled down at my daughter, doing a better job this time.

The worry frown on her face cleared.

"I love you mummy, please don't be sad, I promise not to hurt myself again," she hugged me.

I shoved my face into her blonde curls to hide the tears that filled my eyes once again.

"I won't be honey, I promise. And I love you too."

"Is she okay?" David and his brother stood over us.

"Yeah, she is going to be. We just have to clean it, and then put something over it," I smiled up at the boys who were looking down at their sister with worried eyes.