Perfect Proposal

13. Facing the wrath

I turned on my heels, and strolled through sideway, immersed in thoughts, though my pace was hasty due to my mom, who'd now be frantically looking for me.

At the end of the sideways, I swerved right, to the Greenville avenue where my home was situated.

The block of houses streched in a line, with the glass windows patted with the drizzle of rain.

The gleaming rays of moonlight hadn't seeped much into the street due to the street lights spreading light to fight it.

Chuckling in the radiant thoughts filtering in my mind, I scrolled through my vision again to something that struck me suddenly.

The card. Quickly, I fished out the card from my jeans, and I looked at it anxiously.

Reyes Industries, Neon street.

Holy freaking moly. That's the exact company in which I had an interview tomorrow. I mean, exactly the second company for my job, as I failed in my first ever interview.

Oh my! I didn't ask his name, no, he, he didn't tell that, did he? My mind was too hazy and congested, or rather conflicted to dig it out, as the baffled me gawked at the card.

Though I hated to join a company after my graduation, as I wanted to pursue dance, my mom decided to sound more practical than I ever could be, forced me to get a job, so that even if in a critical situation of any crisis, my ship would cruise easily with my salary, which in turn would fuel my passion, if I may state her exact words.

My mom, Margaret Jane, wanted me to be an independent lady, so that she'd find the light of peace at the end of the tunnel, her philosophies always eat me inside out, although she sometimes had a grave point.

She searched nearby companies and blackmailed me, or more precisely armed up with the psychological attack of tears, forced me to apply. That's why I scurried over to help Ezlyn to sort things out, along with thrashing that Magoa.

Suddenly my breath hitched, as I gaped at the building in front of me, my home, draped by the blanket of darkness except for the light in the empty porch.

The wide portico infront of it now had a garden with flowers and buds blooming, shrouding the atmosphere with the aura of sacred beauty which only nature could impart. My mom worked as a florist in our shop, 'Dahlia', which was situated next to our street.

My home had three rooms, of which mine situated in the front along with my mom's adjacent to it. After when father had gone far away from us for his business, mom was strict for us.

The gate was closed, duly by my mom, if I presume. I paused and stood behind the gate, ogling towards my home, and took a deep breath. "Ooh, Helen, you can do it."

Mumbling to myself, I clutched the gate, and climbed it, hoisting up, I placed my one leg on the other side of gate, and straddled on gate, while got ready for a jump.

Thud!

Shit.

I hissed in pain, as, while trying to jump, I tripped and slid against the gate while falling my butt against the ground.

Throbbing pain shot through my whole body shaking the notion of the limit of pain I thought I could tolerate, it exceeded the very point of saturation of pain, blurring my vision with tears pricking my eyes.

I thrashed it with anger fuming inside me, writhing under the agony. My senses scanned the place dwelling in the darkness, as I slowly stood up with wobbling knees.

Waddling towards my home, I first thought to enter through the window of my room which I could open with the spoon I had, by entering the plain stick side of it through the cracks and open the latch, so I quickly I went near my room but I wasn't successful in doing so as the latch was too stubborn to break for me.

I was so engrossed in the act that I had forgot to pull out and hide my beard and moustache which alone had the power to dig my grave if my mom saw me with these.

"No need to do that, I had locked it from inside using a lock, which I had fit in your window. Come here, Helen."

I jolted as the words struck a lightning in my heart, which dawned a realisation in me, thunder is yet to come, though I could sniff the distress and rumbling from behind me as a firm grip pulled my collars.

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