I walked into the street more worried than I left home. Then suddenly noticed as people stare that my outfit is very short.
(Lovett outfit pics up)
I deep my hand into the short to keep it from visibly shaking
I did not want to go back to the house yet, I just want to delay the inevitable a little longer, so I walked to the end of the road and sat on a high pavement.
I lower my head to keep my tear from being visible to people working up or down the road
Tears stream down my face as I rolled over what had just happened in the hospital, I just pray I am not about to lose the only family I know yet.
Uncle looks too sick, and I fear for his life, he said he has been sick for a long time, but I do not believe him, he looks so health months ago
I doubt that witch will even miss him at all, she had already replaced him with a very younger version. she is busy whoring herself with a boy that is the same age as her son.
How terrible can people be, nothing in this world had prepared me for this height of wickedness I see in my uncle's wife and child.
I can not seem to erase this feeling that that which might have a hand in this she might be poisoning uncle Luke slowly all this while making the man feels he is dying of one terrible disease.
That feeling is so strong, if not how could she easily replace him, like he is dead and not in the hospital. I thought getting angry in my spirit.
Why is she so bold to do all she did in my present, it is like she is rest assured that we can do nothing about this.
I wished my uncle house as a camera like my parents, I will have evidence to fight her in court if my uncle died from this.
I know I am just engaging myself in wishful thinking, if I ever think that I will get evidence from the house, even if there was a camera, then I am a big joker.
With the woman of the house knowing about the cameras in the house, using it as evidence against her is not achievable
But come to think about it I could get the house help to testify against her, if and when I get my agent number and support.
If only I have asked for the number before my uncle has his measure, I literarily slapped myself for being just a slack. The only time I got access to him I could get him to give the number again
But then the number must have fallen into uncle Luke's room but I can't get in to look around in his room, the witch had locked his door and I can not ask for access from her
I got angry with myself and called myself all kinds of names, ranging from fools, stupid, slack, silly and anything I can for not just been careful enough in the first place.
Hello" I heard a muscular voice close to me and I raised my head to look at him. For a few seconds, all I can do is stare at him as I tried to collect my thoughts together.
He is handsome in a boyish way and he looks appealing to me, but I have more things to do than talk or think about fine boys.
He look taken aback and I guess he had seen my bloodshot eyes and tears streaming down my face, he looked sobber immediately.
"What is wrong?" He said as he tried to touch my shoulder but I move away from his touch and he took some steps backwards to avoid any physical contact.
He dropped his hand and I returned to my earlier position, supporting my head with my hand.
I stare at his legs excepted him to go when I did not respond to his question but he just stood for a while probably considering his next cause of action.
after a while some few minutes to be precis he asked me a question.
"Please can I sit beside you?" I looked up at him again. he wears his smiles beautifully on his face and I will be justified to say my defence weaken a little
I can use some company, I thought to myself someone that will help take my mind off looking for words to murder myself with, or the fear of my uncle's death that grip my heart so badly, so I nodded.
He sat down beside me and remain quiet, and I choose not to talk to him, fine boys are the trouble that I can not handle with everything I am going through now.
"I know it is too much to ask you to trust me at this time, but you can. My name is Matthew but friends call me Matt"
He held out his hand I stared at it for a while, when he was about to withdraw it because he was getting awkward for his hand to be stretched out like that, I stretched out my and took his hand.
He smiled genuinely and shook my hand firmly. I notice his grip if the firm that's is good it shows he is confident
I looked up at last and my eyes looks straight into his and that did something I could not understand to my system. I looked away immediately
" Lovett," I said quietly, gently removing my hand from his, I guess he did not hear what I said because he asked
"What did you say? I didn't get that."
"I said my name is Lovett," I said slowly and louder because I did not want to repeat myself.
"Lovett" he repeated and I nodded. He moved closer and I fought the urge to move away and won
"Why are you crying?" he asked, then quickly add. "You don't have to talk, if you do not feel like talking about it yet, I will understand."
He talks gently as if afraid of talking loud so as not to upset me emotionally or something
Somehow it feels safe to talk to him so I found myself talking to him and pouring out all that had happened recently to me to him.
My uncle sudden illness, his blunt cheating wife, her son constant sex harassment and all that is in between.
He listen without interrupting me, when I had finished and was practically in fresh tears, he just draw me closer to himself and patted me softly in the back.
I gladly lean into the embrace, then later place my head on his chest. We stay like that for a while till my sobbing subsided
"I don't know the word to say to comfort you, but just know that you have a friend in me." He said and I nodded
"If you ever need any help and I mean any help at all just come to me or give me a call..."
Just then the ringing of my phone cut him off, I excused him and picked up the call, Sebastien angry voice greeted me the instant I picked up the call.
"If you do not get to the house this instance consider yourself homeless" I cut the call and hurriedly stood up.
"So sorry Matt i need to leave, like right now" I said and he nodded in understanding
"Just in case I leave down this road.... " I trailed off as he gave me the description of his house, my mind on what Luke or his mother will do to me.
I hurriedly said my byes and run, I practically run to the house, I was out of breath when I got to the house, then let myself in gently
The sitting room was in total darkness, I was relieved that I can walk to my room without been notice. How wrong I was.
"I guess you think you can sneak in unnoticed?" I heard the familiar dry voice of Luke and practically just out of my skin.
I looked towards where his voice was coming from and noticed him sitting on the couch, he knew what his sitting in silent will do to me and then tried to exploit it
I knew what he his capable of doing so I blotted for my room with the last strength I have.
My hands were in front of me as my eyes, yet I kept bumping into walls and barriers but did not stop to check if he was on the hot chase or not.
I finally made it to my room and switched on my light, while locking my door quickly.
I collapse by the door rubbing the parts of my body I bumped into wall.
Tears roll down my eyes as I wonder if this will ever stop.