JAMES SMITH..
(One Month Later).
Don't really understand what's up with Mum this morning.Still trying to get over the fact that she gave me cornflakes for breakfast like some child born yesterday and now this.I have been seated in the living room with her for almost One hour now and she ain't saying anything.Makes me wonder if there was actually a reason she called me would not have mind staying there with her forever as i had no schedule for the day but damn,She was making me very nervous.
The only other person that has ever made me this nervous was Grace Trueborn,whenever she was close to me or stare at me, i get so flustered i literally do not know who i was.I do try to sound more sexy,appear more cool, look more attractive and sometimes my accent sounded way more unlike me.I had missed her really and imagining what i did to her, i can't really get myself to forgive myself. Would probably live with that guilt for the rest of my Life.
Grace was really a Strong Woman and although it was hard everyday to recall that day she was prosecuted,i admired her wilingness to give up everything for the people she loved.The strength she displayed even in her most difficult moment,how she loved her Son. There was practically nothing there is not to love in her.
For the last one Month,i had starved myself,locked myself up, considered suicide even which i was too much of a coward to go through with. Her death had hunt me everyday and still do.and Everyday,i get lost more and more in Oblivion.
My:You are a shadow of your former self James.
She finally spoke after almost One hour of silence.Was that really why she called me here, we have had this discussion like for a hundredth time, she should give up already..
Me:I am good Mum..
Her:You are a Smith,we don't lie and somehow you have lied to me for a Month now. This is not you James.
Me:I Promise you mum, i am Fine..
Her:You underestimate me a lot son, i know more than meets the Eye.
I chuckled,My Mum really must have forgotten,She was way more behind in everything now..
Her:I know what you are thinking Son, What does she think she knows, she is now old after all. Like i did not give birth to you at eighteen years.
Now she was trying to claim mind reading,Interesting.
Me:You really are trying to stay relevant huh.
Sometimes when i look at my mum,My thoughts have always revolved around how i had to sacrifice the only love i will ever probably Love in this world before i die just so She can Live..My eye turned red Just thinking that for a Second..I should make a decision about living home soon because she makes it harder too.
Mum:Oooh you are here.
She was looking at the Entrance i think someone came in.
Me:What is she doing here.
I soliloquised as i watched the Prosecutor of Orchester come into our home like it was hers.My eye totally changed on seeing her, This was the woman that prosecuted the love of my life..
My Mum:I am sure you know already Who she is.
My mum said as she offered her a sit. The scene that was playing in front of me was so disgusting.What the hell was my most hated Person in Orchester doing in our House.
Her:I hope this place is safe.
My:yea sure,Our hackers have done quite an exemplary job sweeping this place of bugs.
What the Fuck were they talking about, they were all sounding so foreign to me and i don't quite understand..
Her:Does he know.
My Mum:Not yet,But i think he is Ready.
What the Fuck do i know and don't know and why am i this close to the fucker that executed My everything and not strangling her right now.
My Mum:I am still an Eye Son.
Now that came like a Bomb,Like what the Fuck..
My Mum:The Smith family have always been a racist free Family and we obviously Began the Eye Movement..
Of Course,The whack story i told Grace about a black man helping a White boy that was involved in an accident was not actually untrue.It was my father's story actually the one thing that changed my father completely..He made good his new found love for the black community and low key recruited people who had the same Vison.They wanted to liberate the black community Then but ended up betrayed by one of their leader actually. Leading to my father's execution.
Me:how the hell do you want me to believe this!
I was a little but loud.
Me:This lady right in front of me executed so many righteous Black Born how does that sound Like an Eye Work.
This was Impossible,The Prosecutor was everything the Eye was not.
The Prosecutor:that could not be helped.
Me:ooooh yea, is that it. Because the last time i checked as thought by my Dad for an Eye, every black life is Precious.
Her:You also forget one important thing too.Rule number 5.For an Eye knows yee that her cover must be protected at all cost. When we were betrayed i was the mole your dad planted up there. No one in the Eye knew he always believed one day he would be betrayed.
I stood up obviously angered to the brim..
Me:why the Hell does Grace have to die for it!.
This was hard for me, watching the woman who murdered The Love of my Eyes up close. Listening to her claim she was an Eye..I needed no part in this, so i took the walk out..
The Prosecutor:The resistance are not Dead.
Fuck hell i head that and it shocked me to the point i was left dumbstruck.i could not walk again.
The Prosecutor:Grace Trueborn is alive.
I turned back and faced her.
Me:are you fucking playing with my feelings.
Her:are you familiar with a sleeping gas called methyl propyl ether (Neothyl), it take about a minute to react. During Their Prosecution,because i felt the Resistance where important for what was to come, i greased their rope with a lubricant that allowed the rope to stay slippery and not tighten them as they hang do coated it with a sleeping gas to....
She walked up slowly to me looking me straight in the Eyes.
Her:The Eye is like your own Shadow we make Believe and you James is an Eye,So am I.
My tears came out finally but i was glad those are tears of Joy.like hell, i have never felt so happy in my life. I hugged her so tightly, she was so taken aback but i cared less.she Just saved my Soul.Grace Trueborn Lives....
TBC.
Kenneth Chuks..