she stood so powerfully, her eyes showing great disdain for the people before her, I unconsciously checked my cloths for any stain, something that would make me dirty, I prayed in silent whispers for my aunt not to begin a wild acts again, I felt embarrassed beyond compare, there is no word to say it. I heard the echoes of her voice, so deep, so strong, her lips pursed. she stood on the balcony so very far from us, but I could see her. she had on a white flowing gown that reached below her knees.
My hands shook when she approached, my heart beat faster, I felt like it would most certainly jump out of my chest. I thought of what to say to her, how to say it to her, and when I watched her come down the stairs approaching the black gate, I felt like I could piss myself, she had that stare, that eyes that looked deep into people, and she was looking at my aunt with that eyes.
"what is happening here Gabriel, who the hell is that woman."
"a certain miss rowan ma'am, I have tried to send her away but she insists on making a scene."
"And the security, what do you get paid for, if we allow every filthy person into the estate do you think it will be the way it is, send them away." She turned back. She was so elegant, her head raised looking at the car, and my aunt who had stopped shouting, I suppose she too was stunned by the presence of Abraham's mother.
I stepped out of the car, less afraid of showing my face, I couldn't let her treat me the same way she did six years ago, I walked close to the gate, the security followed me, almost holding me back. Another was approaching from within the fenced house.
"Mrs. Beatrice, please listen to me, my son is dying, your grandson is dying, please I beg you, I am not asking for any other thing, just a couple of money for the surgery, you won't ever hear from me again, I will just disappear with my son, I swear."
She turned to look at me, she squinted her eyes as if a recollection of who I was came back to her, she walked close, my aunt came close to me, she held my hand. "You are that girl who claimed my son got her pregnant, are you not."
"Yes I am, I had the child."
Her face was filled with rage, she hated the words I said, hated who the words came from. "get out of my house, get out, I don't ever want to see you here again." She turned to the butler. "if I ever see them here again, their filth and their lies, I will make sure you go in for it, and you by the gate, I don't want to see these people here again, by the time I look out of my window I want them gone."
My aunt let go of my hand, she had been silent for pretty much long, the kind of silence I had always learnt to fear. The hair on my skin raised as Goosebumps came with the chilly fear that went down my spine. I shivered, I feared, the fear drowned what was left of my voice. My aunt stepped in front of me, her shoulders raised, her eyes burning with rage.
"Beatrice Luther, I don't give empty threats, I mean it when I say I will contact the press, and we will give them a DNA test result to prove that Jaime is your grandson, and you know the kind of mess that would be for you and your family. If you want proof then do the test, do the DNA test, and if he is not your grandson you can get me arrested, I'll gladly sleep in jail. But if he is Oh god help me....."
"how dare you.. how dare you, who the hell do you think you are, who the hell do you think you are." God, please, I made silent prayers my mouth moved, I shook inside.
From the far off distance I could see a young girl about my age walked out of the house, she approached us, she had the look of concern in her face, her lips were painted red and she was dressed casually, just a jean short and a crop top shirt. she walked quickly to us, with a fancy slipper that I had seen at a designer store in town, the price tag on it had been more expensive than the entire year rent for the apartment we lived in. on her neck was a diamond pendent , her hair was packed in a bun, the only ordinary thing about her was the cloths she had on. She walked with elegance.
"mom, I can hear your voice from my room, what is the ruckus about?" she asked.
"Go inside Allison, go inside."
"Mom what is it, come on, tell me, who are they." She insisted.
"I said go inside honey, they are a couple of nobody."
My head felt light, my throat went dry, I could hardly stand, it was like a heavy hammer had struck my head, I spoke in a word that was almost a whisper. "Abraham Luther is the father of my son, Jaime, Jaime is dying in the hospital."
"what." I could hear the young girl ask.
"My son is going to die, please."
"What is she saying mom."
"these desperate gold diggers, these dirty people, blood sucking social climbers, how much do you want, lying through your teeth." Her words contained poison that I was certain she wished would flush me away from where I was.
"Mom I think we should pass a call to Abraham, who knows what is going on here, I think he needs to know."
"never, I won't call my son to come see these liars, close the gate now, and I don't ever want to see them again, these filthy people, keep them away, Abraham doesn't need to know about some lying filthy people." She was saying those words with the deep intention to hurt, and the pain she wanted to pass on was going through me.
The hammers strike like pain came back to me again; it felt like my body belonged to another, the ground beneath me swirled and turned quickly, my stomach churned, and then darkness descended.
"hold her, hold her, she is falling, hold her." I heard my aunt scream. I felt my head hit the hard ground, and my body touch the cold floor. It felt like death, like I was dying. When I fell all I could think about was my son and his pale looking face on the hospital bed.
YOU ARE READING
Hearts and thorns
Romance* a story of love and pain* when I was sixteen I got pregnant for a man who didn't know who I was, he Abraham Luther would never had gotten back into my life if things went the way I had hoped they would, but misfortune brought him back like a slap...
