My Story

Chapter Eighteen

We got to his house and he called someone.

"Yeah, thank you..... We're here right now I got here I called to see if you could do that for me.... Yeah yeah yeah that'll be fine. Thanks Sarah appreciate it. Okay she is gonna get your room ready." He was still on his phone. "Now we are gonna wait ten minutes for Manuel to come out and help."
"so this is the music you like." I asked.
"Yeah it's not the best I know, but I enjoy it." He said with a little smile on his face.

I looked up and saw Anuel running up to the truck.

"Miranda." He said.
"Bro come on." I said.
"I know I'm sorry. Just thought I'd lighten up the mood for you." He opened the door and helped me out. He pulled me into a tight hug which made me wince. "I'm glad you're okay."

I saw some woman come out and went to Ezra.
"Master your room is fixed like you asked."
"Thank you Sarah. Come on Mirana lets get you inside." He said and got out to get my things from the back.

Anuel got my school bag and I kept my poster. We walked into the house and I saw their mother.

"Mirana, what are you doing here?" she asked.

My hair was in my face so she couldn't really see anything wrong with my face.

"Mom she's staying here. I kinda brought her here so she could stay. Her dad.."
"My dad wasn't gonna be home he went to go visit family.... and I'm sorry about the other night. I didn't mean to..." I cut Ezra off not wanting him to tell his mom.
"Oh no. It's fine, he hates me for now, but he'll come around again he's my Emmanuel he's my strong boy." She said and smiled at him.
"Mom, I'm gonna take her to her room. "
"Okay, dinner is at five tomorrow boy's so don't forget." She said and they both nodded.

Ezra lead me to my room it was a pretty big room. The bed was to the left centered in the middle of that wall. Their was a table to the left of the bed and the right. Only one had a light. The beds cover was a pink color and the pillows were pink and a dark grey. The room was all white. There was a door to the right of the room that I'm guessing was a closet. On the back wall there were windows but the dark curtains covered it. I walked into this room and to that closet door which was actually a bathroom. I walked in to see to the right was a walk in closet.

"Why this room?" I asked.
"Well in your room you had like that one desk and that little bathroom. I thought you could use this room for all your work." Ezra said.
"And I kind of think he was good to give you this room." Anuel said.
"Why is that?" I asked.
"Well you like drawing, that's what your bed is for. It's a comfy bed, And the window."

We walked out of the bathroom and so they could show me the window for some reason. Ezra walked over and moved the curtains out of the way and my mouth dropped. There was literally a seat into the wall where the window was. The window was curved to it. I walked over and you could see their beautiful backyard. The pillows around the seat was great pinks and whites. A yellow little blanket in the corner. There was a desk to the left a marble colored top with a black chair. I looked back at the window seat it was just beautiful.

"Will I be able to change the curtains?" I asked
"Of course." Ezra said. "I don't see why not."
"This room is just beautiful. I can't wait to see how it looks when the sun is out." I said.

I moved to the bed and laid down. It really was a comfortable bed.
I could feel there eyes on me. Anuel put my school bag on the bed and I took out my iPad and laptop. I put my iPad on the table beside my bed and left my laptop in the center of my bed. I got up and hugged both Ezra and Emmanuel.

"Thank you guys. And is there a way I could talk to your mom later or tomorrow so I could tell her about my dad?"
"Yeah you could do it later if you want." Ezra said and I nodded. "So Manuel's room is to the right. Basically next to yours and mine is down the hall on the left hand side." He said and I just nodded.

They left the room and closed the door. I grabbed my iPad and turned to the window and started drawing. I drew the window and everything and then I started drawing curtain colors. I wanted to do yellow but the pink looks better. So I went with a light pink. I wanted that desk closer to the bed, but this bed was a pretty big bed. I went to the bathroom, washed my face and then looked at my body at the mirror. My body was pretty bruised and I didn't like it, my face had this light purple color on the right side of my cheek. It looked so horrible. I changed my clothes and heard a knock at the door. I went to open it and saw Samantha.

"Hi." I said.
"Are you okay?" she asked.

i nodded "there's something I need to tell you. One I'm sorry I put pressure on you to tell Anuel about you and your husband. Two um I know you like my Dad and all..." i was cut off.
"How could I not? He was so sweet to me." She smiled.
"I know, but.... Um what did he tell you about my mother?" I asked before I get into detail.
"That she got very sick and it became her time."
"Part of that is kinda true." i said and looked away. "My Dad was the cause of her death." I said and she just looked confused.
"What? He didn't help her? He told me he helped her." She said.
"Um... No. My mother used to be healthy like nothing was ever wrong with her. My Dad lost his job years ago when I was little and it took a lot out of him. He came home drunk and he started abusing my Mom, and she didn't deserve it." I said and started crying. "I later then found out she was ill and weak from all that abuse and that hard awful sex that put her in an amount of pain for too long. She started not eating anymore and my dad ended up drugging her." I started crying even harder. "And that's how she became sick. She died from it. And our goodbyes weren't even proper." I cried out. "After she died my dad abused me, it was the worst thing to ever happen to me. I was in great pain then and I've always been in pain, the day you came over I thought that was it he was clean from all this, but the next day that abuse was back. and I thought if that was you instead of me I wouldn't forgive myself and I'm so glad Ezra was there when he was, because that could've been the end for me." I cried into my hands and then felt arms being put around me.
"Mirana, I'm so sorry for you. Thank you for telling me this." she said and didn't let me go.