The Fashion Designer

Black and Blue

KANNA

I twirled in my chair as I sat in my office. Kyle was next door with his uncle Greg. I couldn't bare to face him, not with the way I look.

After some ointments and a few concealers which was an utter fail, so I opt for one of my big usual sunglasses, I limped into my shop like always. The bruises planted on my stomach hurt with every breath and step I took.

Course I got a few shocking stares from my employees but not one had asked me about my current condition.

They probably felt the angry aura I was now giving out while I felt their pity stares.

How could I be so stupid. If once wasn't enough I had to do it again but this time he has his own family. I have become my mother of which I had promised I would never be.

Couldn't I just blame it on the alcohol. On top of that, I just let her hit me. If I wasn't caught in such a compromising position I would've hit her back or at least defend myself. Regrettable I was on the wrong and I deserved it. I could feel the guilt consuming my every thought.

I never wanted any of this to happen. All I ever wanted was a family. My mother was my only family at the time but I had a second chance of being a part of another family.

Course when those two couples had rammed into my car while backing up I was overly shock and at the time I couldn't control my anger. I was already in a bad mood that day seeing one of my clients had confessed his love for me and when I turned him down reminding him of his fiancé he threaten to sue me for sexual harassment. That same day his fiancé thought it be wise to slap me for making a pass on her future husband making them pull out of the contract. Doesn't matter to me. I say good luck to the happy couple.

And when I was at Linda's birthday party I was hurt that I wasn't wanted. That time I wanted to scream and shout why. I was more hurt that Linda had thrown away the present that I gifted her. I designed it myself. It was a pendant with the word mother on it.

I used one of the jewels I bought from Dubai. It was rare and thought what a perfect gift for her. Sadly, I was mistaken giving such a rare jewel. I even stood there as they humiliated me in front of their guests. I didn't want the problem to escalate. Curse my in ability to cause trouble and mayhem. And curse for me wanting to be a part of their family. If it were in any other place, I would probably bitch slap them until they look black and blue but it was her party, her house and I couldn't ruin that. I couldn't punch her or her daughter though a part of me would wanted to so bad but I would never do that, maybe a slap here or two. To actually cause physical harm is something I wasn't capable of doing that to my father's family.

When he sent me away, I thought he was getting rid of me. That however was not the case. He didn't explain anything to me, just know that he visited me often and was there during my pregnancy with Kyle. I even told him how Michael denied his son.

He was furious and wanted to beat the shit out of him. I told him that Kyle and I don't need him, we never did.

Now coming back after years, I am trying to make up for my own short comings.

But now, how am I going to get into their good graces. I thought if I had help out with Linda's party after all it was Greg and I who took care of the décor to her liking she would like me even if it's just a tiny bit. Oh, how wrong I was. Then having made another blunder with Dana when I took that first swig of alcohol per my celebrating of my hearing and decided what a good way to enjoy myself by going home with a total stranger who turned out to be my dear brother in law.

I understand Michael and our sexual escapade a few years ago but back then at first, I hadn't known who he was then I became angry at the thought that Dana was marrying someone which should've been me planning my wedding. Now it is totally different. Over the years I had matured courtesy of my own son. No longer the once angry teenager. I had felt and I learned to forgive that is until I had slept with a married man again and what's worse my sister's husband again.