Bending Down The Sacred Rules : The Godmother And Her Godson

CHAPTER 25

SITTING IN front of her dresser and vanity desk, prying to the mirror that superficially outward her frame, Hazel impulsivity snatched the concealer from her make-up kit and forged the lid off. The last six hours of her life – from that horrendous midday escapade, up to sending herself back to her apartment and seethed, wallowing in bed in order to convince herself that what she saw was just an illusion, Hazel weeped her pain away. Though the ides of lamenting to the imprudent episode was supercilious, prohibiting her tears from geysering all nothing but meaningless.

The excruciating and agonizing pain underneath her chest was here to stay, and Hazel had no choice but to welcome and accommodate it. Hazel comprehended that if she only knew those sweet words came out of Eldrew's mouth, swearing promises that superficially no ounce of uncertainty, were too good to believe. And Hazel, who had been smitten or enamored with those golden words and phrases that delivered her to the oblivion that composed nothing but the bittersweet taste of the pain of reality.

In addition to the chores, she made a promise to Eliza and Andrew, Eleazar and Reanne, then Amy and Tom, that she would oblige and look over the young man as her own son. She was fine one who insisted on offering to Eliza and Andrew that Eldrew was welcome to her apartment, and made himself feriat home. She welcomed and accepted the young without asking something in return nor a condition. What was living and lifting inside Hazel was nothing but regret and remorse. Regret and remorse for offering her place, for accepting him lovingly and warmly, and for loving him beyond the border of being her own son.

Then every good thing that she insinuated resulted to simply being blindsided.

How heartless and stone-hearted he was after all the unconditional prepossessing things that she had done to him. She never supposed that supercilious betrayal was all he could impossibly and unbelievably offer in return. A man like Eldrew Slickson could be judged as a man with a callous face and a wooden heart.

Hazel, however, was not totally broken and raptured as she was not the kind of woman that would stoop lower. She had so much hopes in her life and Eldrew Slickson, her supposed to be precious godson who betrayed and lopsided her, was just another of her dumped trash. The last six hours of her life that she spent seething, wallowing and lamenting till her tears ran dry, was the hint of a new beginning.

You haven't seen the rest of me yet. Hazel scorned with contemptuous countenance dramatically morphed onto her gorgeous scarred frame. I'll show you.

Hazel bristled firmly and marched towards her bed before retrieving her bag hovering over the duvet cover. She extracted her phone there. The birthday party for her niece would be commencing in a few minutes from now. And Hazel was still in her bedroom while all the att invited attendees were already probably in the restaurant that her older brother rented for the night. Minutes ago, she heard Eldrew knocking on her bedroom door,  murmuring and begging for forgiveness.

Forgiveness he wants? Granted!

Hazel chided inside her head while delving through the screen of her phone. There were countless missed calls and unread messages that inhabited her Apple brand commination gadget. Hazel scrolled through the counties of unread messages until a significant name snapped strolling through the screen of her phone. She opened the message of that person, not bothering to read their message as she redirected to the reply button.

Finishing writing her message, Hazel sent it immediately and tucked her phone back to her classic Louie Vuitton bag. She pushed herself off the edge of her bed and straightened and smoothened the scrunched and wrinkled lining of her dress. One more time, she crossed her bedroom and stood rambunctiously in front of her vanity desk to inspect her Aphrodite-comoarison stunningly ageless gorgeous frame for the very last time.