Get Me Married

Chapter 45: Invitation to the right wing

I sighed heavily when I realized that it was useless trying to think about something that went wrong earlier that day. I had everything well thought out and planned. I knew that the moment I found him, then Samantha would be exposed and I would stop living with a criminal. But that wasn’t the case, he had been shot and killed because the fool had attempted to kill me and every thing was ruined. I was so tired of being angry and just decided to do something else with my time. There was no hiding from Sam, she would do whatever she wanted to do, whenever she wanted to do it. I knew I was supposed to remain in fear of her till she finally leaves but I didn’t want to live in that way anymore. I have been scared from the day I entered that house, I have been broken and bartered and wounded and kidnapped. I have lived in fear but as much as I could I didn’t want to anymore. I just wanted to live my miserable life in a better way rather than to think of Jordan and his mistress.

I got up from the chair I had sat down and walked over to my bathroom. I took a hot and long bath before I came out with a towel wrapped around my chest. I applied lotion and oil to my hair then I looked for something to wear. The past few days, I had lived in misery and fear and wanted to look nice for a change. I saw a gown, a white gown that had flora designs. I had never seen that gown before but then again, I bought a lot of clothes and have not even worn half of them. The gown had a long sleeve and a turtle neck. I liked it because it covered a lot of the bruises in my arms and neck and stopped right above my knees. I packed my hair into a ponytail and applied some lip gloss, then I applied mascara on my lashes and loved that I didn’t look as pale and dead as I looked before. I stood erect and stared at myself in the mirror. I lost weight, though the gown was stretchy and fitting, I could tell. I sighed heavily and wore a flat before I turned to the door.

The moment I came out of my room, I bumped into Anna who smiled widely at me.

“Ma’am…you look beautiful…” She said and I smiled warmly at her.

“Well, thank you” I replied and perceived the aroma of something sweet. It made my stomach rumble loudly and I thought of eating

“And I’m famished,” I said and turned to the direction she came from.

“We prepared something you would like. It’s a homemade dish, your mom had sent us a recipe for something she said you always loved” she said with excitement and started walking in front of me, I paused in my tracks. I stared at Anna, unsure she was even saying the truth. My mom couldn’t have sent it to them without telling me.

“Come, you will see,” she said sensing my doubt, then she started hopping like a kid and I followed behind her. I got to the top of the stairs and saw Samantha coming from the opposite direction, She had a smile on her face and the mere sight of her alone made me get so mad but I was focused on the food I was about to eat. I haven’t been feeding well for days and wouldn’t mind stuffing myself with enough. But when I saw her stop at the top of the step, I knew she was waiting for me and I wouldn’t be allowed to go eat my food in peace.

“You must be joyful” she started the moment I was close enough

“But then again, I am still here and that must be biting you like a leach,” she said and I suddenly

thought of pushing her down the stairs and ending it once and for all but that was an evil thought, taking someone’s life was her thing and not mine. I pushed the thought away from my mind and got to where she stood. I was angry she was still at my house, I was angry that justice had not been served but I had come to accept that things happen and she had escaped this time around but at the same time, I was so sure she wouldn’t escape it all for long. I decided it would be a waste of time to speak to her, she wasn’t worth my time and it would be better I had my sit fast, it was supposed to help my injured foot. I walked past her and started towards the stairs when she grabbed my arm and pulled me. I stopped walking and turned to her, she was glaring at me, hard.

“What do you think of yourself huh? Do you think you are special, someone important? Let me tell you now that you are a fucking lowlife and nothing more” she snapped and pushed her nail into the fabric of my cloth.

“And yet you feel so scared and intimidated,” I said calmly.

“Don’t fool yourself and let go of me” I ordered but she was bent on giving me an injury and didn’t let go

“Let go…” I yelled and pulled my arm away from her grip forcefully. My legs slipped from the step I was matching and my heart skipped, then I missed a step and my legs lost their hold on the ground.

“Ma’am…” Anna called out grabbing me by my arm and preventing me from falling. I stared at her while my heart was pounding inside my chest and couldn’t have been more grateful that she was right there.

“Thank you,” I said to her and stood up erect before I turned to Sam. I glared at her angrily yet I did nothing. I felt it was a waste of my time and turned to continue down the stairs when I saw Jordan standing close to the dining. He looked different, disheveled and exhausted. It was the first time I had seen him lose his coolness and calm that he always carried around. But I ignored him, it wasn’t my place to be concerned about him and I didn’t want to even care about what happens to him or not.

I walked past him with Anna closely beside me like she was scared I would trip and fall. Then I sat down at the edge of the dining table where I always sit, far away from where he always sat, and waited in anticipation for the food Anna had told me about. Margaret and some maids came in, bringing with them the food and some plates before I perceived the aroma of one of my favorites dishes. Margaret dished out the food and I found myself getting excited and anticipated fully for what it could be. Chicken chickpea and curry and shrimp fry were exactly what I needed at that moment. It was one of the dishes my mom had a recipe for and always made it whenever she wanted to make up for something. Margaret had it dished out the exact dish and I was served. I immediately dived into it and immediately shut my eyes as I moaned in the sweet sweet taste of my mother’s familiar cooking.

“Your mother sent the recipe to us long ago. She said you always like it, especially when you have been through some stress” Margaret said and I opened my eyes. I stared down at the food and realized that Anna had been right when she said that it was my mother’s cooking. It tasted like hers. I could taste the ingredients she had always used. My eyes burned with tears when I thought of how much I missed them and her cooking,

out hoarse and broken. I wiped down the little tears

at me. I ignored him

is it? I know it wasn’ı made by your mom

what I had in

ingredients she used for these two dishes. Coconut milk, tomatoes, ginger, okra, jalapeno, chickpeas..and for the shrimp stir, sweet corn, grape, tomatoes and….” I stopped blabbing away

eating, I only do this when my mom or dad cooks.

at me and I turned back to what

and was still staring at me. It was still uncomfortable, and I found myself getting up from where I sat and turning to the

“Jordan, …”

Sam and Jordan and couldn’t help but to

on my bed with a heavy thud. I overfed and it was beginning to hurt my stomach. Then my mind traveled to my mother

voice came into the phone and

“Mom”

“How are you, my dear? It’s been such

Is that blue eyes” I could hear my

it’s your

are you

my

I am happy and I have

that you are not here” she added and

miss you a lot, I’m sorry I’m

soon?”

said knowing I could not give a fixed date. I could not go visiting when I still looked so

is Jordan?” My mom

“He is fine”

We rarely talk, I don’t know

I lied. For something I had never cared about, I felt hurt lying to them and wished he was really what I was

I’m worried because you never got to

more, I’m perfectly fine. Everything

to before marriage but he had proven to be different. He takes care of me…. I paused and used my hands to close my mouth when

“Genesis…”

here mom,” I said feigning the voice of

“What happened?”

out something to