Annabel

CHAPTER 6

[ sasha's pov]

" ok I've had it!"

Everday since Annabel returned from hospital she refuses to talk to anyone...even her parents. Like seriously! I've never seen a mother that broken and helpless. Every morning she calls me to check up on Bel since she's not answering phone calls anymore. She's like a zombie now.

She comes home everyday, avoids any contact with me,  locks herself in her room until I "go to bed", then she leaves her room to take a shower and on a good day she'll walk to the kitchen, make food and leave it in the oven.

" What are you talking about now" She looks at me with a bored expression.

You could tell that she hadn't been sleeping or eating. She looked like mogwapa (that means biltong/jerky in setswana, which is a south African language).

Yes I'm south African and I have a pet lion named spots. Just kidding, such things don't happen. We are surprisingly afraid of a lot of animals actually.

She looked so skinny and tired and dehydrated and pale. She looked like she was about to pass out any minute now.

" Bryan isn't here anymore, you can't keep doing this to yourself. You aren't even taking your antidepressants anymore. You've become highly reckless with your life and I won't let you do that. I've seen the vodka bottles stacked up in your room. Anna you know we are here for you and yet you choose to purposefully destroy yourself. You're selfish!"

She seems taken aback my by outburst but quickly recovers as rage takes over. I must say though, this is the first time I've gotten her to react to anything in a way. This was good... or it was until she started throwing things at me.

" Who the fuck do you think you are going into my room. Are you the fucken the bedroom patrol."

I duck as she throws a bowl at me. I don't even know where she got it.

" You're not my mother! So stay the fuck out of my business. My drinking is my problem not yours, and definitely not ours. I don't have to explain myself to you!"

I've never seen her so broken. All I wanted to do was be there for her, to hug her. I slowly start moving towards her clearly conscious of the vase she had in her hand.

" You don't know how it is trying to sleep at night when all you see is he's face. When you cry all night wishing that it was all a bad dream. You don't know how much I hate myself for letting him in the house.  I should have tried more than get him out of the house, or called someone."

I take the vase out of her hand and put it back on the table. She tends to be a little unpredictable at times.

She sobs uncontrollably and drops to the floor. Seeing my friend like this really hurt but I was glad that she was letting it all out. I'd site up at night listening to her screams from the nightmares and her crying.

I set down with her and hugged her. That's all I wanted to do right now, be there for my friend. She really needed to let it out.

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" how's she doing?"

Danny came over to check up on us. He still blames himself for not being there to prevent Anna from being raped. He doesn't talk about it but you can tell that it still takes a toll on him.

" she's not doing so good but at least she's finally getting some rest"

I swear I could see a little smile appearon he's well structured face. He really was sexy and yes I did have a huge ass crush on him but he seemed to be into Anna so I didn't do anything but sulk about it.

We decide to cook for Anna,  she was going to eat today even if it meant tying her up and force feeding her, noma kanjan'.

"You two look very cosy in that kitchen"

I nearly dropped the pot after being so startled. I couldn't understand why I felt so guilt when all I was doing was cooking with Danny.

" Oh... You're awake. We are making you food" She just stares at me like she's waiting for me to say something.

" didn't know that it takes two people to make a pasta salad"

She folds her arms and smiles at us. That little bitch.

Don't get me wrong, I really like Annabel but I wasn't going to her let just a good guy go to waste. She's here sulking all day and too damn caught up in her little world to realise how much he's into her.

I'm sure she won't mind if I take him for myself, and anyway if she does mind I'm sure she'll find a way to get over it. May somewhere in those vodka bottles lies an answer.

Now to find a way to draw the attention from Anna to me...