Nayeli BinnsAlexander stepped over a bit more so the umbrella could shelter me from the rain, it had just began to pour down hard. I didn't care about not getting wet at the moment, I just buried my mother. I can no longer talk to her whenever I want to, I can't hug her anymore, I won't ever hear her speak to me again. A little rain is probably what I need, something to wash away the bad luck that seemed to have attached itself to me.
Stormi wrapped her arm around my shoulder as she rested her head there as well, I reacted to the gesture by leaning my head on hers. Stormi is taking this as hard as I predicted, they might have a big age difference but she lost a true friend. They usually spent a lot of time together just simply enjoying each other's company and talking about things they had interest in which was a lot.
I turned to look at Alexander who was standing in the rain because he wanted to properly shelter me and Stormi. His eyes were sad and I know they're just mirroring mine, how I feel influences his mood and right now I feel heartbroken so he does too. I am so thankful for him being here with me this whole time, I may not act like that but it's how I feel deep down.
I decided I was ready to leave, we have been standing here for some time now and I really wanted to return to my apartment and sleep. I am mentally, emotionally and physically exhausted. The service wasn't very long, there wasn't much people here but that doesn't matter because most of the people who were here were the people that truly cared for her. Most of which were nurses and Doctors.
The journey home was quiet, the only sound that could be heard was the rain beating on the roof of the vehicle. The silence wasn't uncomfortable, not for me at least instead I spent most of my time staring out the window ignoring everything else as if I were in my own bubble. I looked in the side mirror and my subconscious spoke to me. Objects in the mirror are more damaged than they appear.
I was actually enjoying the weather today and not only because it fitted my mood perfectly but because I love the rain. So did my mother, it was always so therapeutic to us especially when we want to sleep.
I miss her so much.
Alexander was kind enough to take Stormi home which makes this the first time I've ever seen her house, she lived with her older sister and her nieces. I would've love to meet them but I am in no shape to be conversing with anyone at the moment. Before exiting the car Stormi gave me a hug and one to Alexander as soon as he helped her out of the car. We waited for her to get inside safely before pulling off, next stop was at my apartment, Alexander wanted to take me to his home but I rather be in mine. As I said before his company is always a blessing but I just preferred to sleep in my own bed.
I sighed as Alexander helped me out of my jacket, today was a struggle for me. Everyday since that night has been a struggle but today has been the worst. The constant urge to cry, the pain that won't stop because here is nothing can make it. However, everyday it weighs on my mind that I have to tell Alexander about the cruel things his brother did to me and I'm not ready for that conversation as yet. At one point I thought about breaking up with him but I knew I wouldn't have a solid reason because he has been nothing but good to me. My next option was to disappear so I wouldn't have to worry about the conversation at all but I'm sure he wouldn't stop till he found me and that wouldn't take long.
I don't know what to do.
"I have to make a quick run to my office to sign off some documents." He said in a soft voice trying his best to be gentle with me.
"That's alright, I'll be okay" I held on to the wall as I slipped my shoes off my feet.
"Are you sure, if I had known I would've asked Stormi to come back here with you"
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Like Nobody's Business
Hayran KurguWhen Nayeli meets Alexander Nixon, one of the richest men in her country, her life takes an unexpected turn for the better. Everything was good . . . until it wasn't.