BEING HIS WIFE

🌾CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR🌾

🍃LOVE, HATE, ABUSE AND REVIVAL🍃

Seeing the man in front of her, she wrapped her arms around him and buried her head on the cotton material that covered her chest. There she laid her head and cried.

He wrapped his arms around her too in a way to ensure her that she was safe and secured from whatever was scaring her.

Does Julie ever cry on me like this? He asked himself as he watched the young lady cry on him. No, she doesn't cry on me. She only nags me to go back to my parents and claim my parent's massive wealth.

After standing there so quite awhile as she cried and muttered some words he couldn't comprehend, she slowly got off him....

He stood there and did nothing other than reluctantly take his hands off her. "I'm sorry." She muttered as she dried her eyes and saw the mess she created on his pajamas shirt.

"It's nothing. We are all humans and we have fears most times." He said to her in a friendly way. She adjusted her dress and nodded.

"I was actually coming to get Ariana when I heard you scream from the window outside and I thought something was wrong, so I'd to rush in to see what's happening." He said explaining why he was in rush earlier and she nodded.

Yes, Ariana. He'd come to get his daughter and I had to mess his clothes with my tears.

"Okay..." She turned to go get the girl from her son's room. "Would you mind if I ask you what's the matter that's making you cry?" He asked her. She turned back.

Should I talk to him or not? She asked herself. He's just a neighbor I know nothing much about, just that his daughter likes me a lot and loves to spend time with me but apart from that, he's a stranger.

"Vanessa, you don't want to talk to someone you know and still don't want to talk to a stranger, what do you want to do?" Her subconscious self asked her. "You help people get back on their feet and you help them recover and survive abuse and worst case scenarios but you're still living in your past, still wallowing in sorrow and fears. You need to help yourself."
It said.

.......

She recalled Jeremy's words. "Love and be loved. Learn to love and be loved." It echoed in her head as she looked at the man who stood looking at her filled with concern.

"Okay." She said and came back to where the man was standing. "Sure I'm not invading?" He asked her and she nodded and took a deep breathe.

'Vanessa, you have to do this. You need to.' She encouraged herself as she sat down and the man sat down too.

"Maybe I should formally introduce myself. I'm Ken Stedman from Topeka, Kansas." He said. "Vanessa Ryan from Westwood, Outer Banks." She said to him.

He brought his hands forward for a handshake and she shyly took it. His palms are soft and cool.

"So can you tell me what happened?"
He asked her. "I had a bad dream." She said to him coolly but careful not to look at his face. "What's it all about?" He asked her.

"I have always seeing my friend's bleeding head under the bed." She said to him casually but he knows it is far from casual.

"Always? For how long now?" He asked her. "Since he died." She said to him.

Sitting there void of feeling recalling how she lost one of the most important persons in her life, warm liquids ran down her pale face.

"What killed him?" He asked her. "We were coming from a friend's party when we met an accident. He'd a brain defect as a child, that was what the doctor said and his parents confirmed it. He died a few days later." She said to him.