"Well isn't this rain intense", she laughed "I just hate this weather".
Why was she talking to me?, better yet giving me a lift. Automatically my infantile and puerile mindset thought of kidnap and rape, which were both very stupid but nonetheless those thoughts still ran through my mind. I searched my mind for a solid conclusion or explanation to why one of the richest people I knew wanted to drive me to my shack of a home in her Rolls Royce. I was clueless and decided not to let my mind toddle along too far so I just looked at her and replied her earlier statement innocently.
I chuckled "Personally I find it pretty nice ma'am", my voice came out deep and husky. Probably from the cold.
"Oh please, says you who was about to walk in the rain, I can't even stand being outside in the rain".
Wow.
I smiled at her "It's perfect when you are sleeping, ma'am".
She turned away from the traffic to stare at me "When I'm sleeping I won't hear it, feel it or see it".
I nodded that was a fair point that required no arguement from me neither did it require a comment, if i commented it would lead to a debate which would lead to more conversation in which I had no plan to engage into. So I just stared out of the window and watched the rain slide down.
"I'm Anastasia by the way".
"I know who you are", I cast her a tiny smile and turned back to the window.
How wouldn't I know you, you are the bosses wife.
We proceeded driving for a long time in uncomfortable silence, it was so bad I felt like jumping out of the car and crawling home.
I needed to say something.
Anything
Something
Anything
Anything
Something
Something
Anything
Something
"You have a lovely name ma'am".
Really Lindon?. Out of all the things to say on earth.
"Sadly that comment came way after I had expected, but anyway where should I turn, this is the intersection right?".
"Yes ma'am. You may turn left", I told her.
What did she mean by 'that comment came way after I had expected'. Was she expecting a comment? Maybe not. Or yes. I wasn't sure in the slightest. I had more complicated things to worry about.
"So do I go further up?".
I shook my head immediately "No ma'am it would be best if you left me here, I would not wish for you to divert your whole journey home because of me".
Mrs Anastasia raised a hand in dismisal "Nonsense, I insist".
"No honestly if you keep driving down this road my barbaric neighbours will shoot your tires ma'am, steal your car and have the parts stripped and sold by morning".
I lived in a neighbourhood filled with criminals of all sorts. If you could think of anything bad they could do it. The last time they stuck a lit firecracker up my neighbours poodles behind.
I was deadly serious and when she laughed and saw my reaction, she knew I wasn't bluffing and parked the car randomly.
Outside in the rain, I leaned onto her window gently "Thank you ma'am".
"Sure thing. See you around!".
With a wave I began to run, the rain had quieted down so it was simple and I didn't jump into deep puddles that would have had my jeans wet from toe to knee.
The neighbours whilstled at me and I whilstled back at them. When I was home, I exhaled and rested at the door for a good minute before walking down the barely there corridor to get to my mothers room.
I gave it three soft knocks before entering.
"Good evening", I went and knelt besides her bed.
"Hie sunshine", her voice was drained and as she spoke she winced.
Automatically my eyes welled up, she was okay when I had left. She had a heart problem for as long as I could remember and it didn't seem to be getting better.
I gulped and held her hand in mine "Whats wrong mom".
"My heart", she croaked.
I frowned and felt hot tears stream down my face "I'm so sorry", I told her.
"You don't have to apologise for anything darling, It's not your fault", she winced.
I sniffed and kept staring at her even though every muscle in my body was screaming for me to walk away and deal with it tomorrow, tomorrow being a day when I wouldn't be as vulnerable, when I wouldn't feel so useless and worthless.
"Let me rest", she smiled painfully.
I wiped my tears and stood my eyes burning with fury 'This was not fair, she didn't deserve this'.
I walked out of her bedroom and into mine and changed from my damp clothes hanging them and changing into the only pair of pyjamas I had.
I switched off the lights and made sure the door was locked before crawling into my bed and rolling onto my side to peer through my slightly opened curtain.
How come I had to be born in the stupid, broke family?.
Why couldn't I just be dropped into a golden mansion like other kids my age?.
I'm sixteen and already have the responsibility of a parent. I sure as hell never asked for this, but what? it was given to me.
Many a time I hear people chanting about how they wish they could feel pain and suffering. Its all I ever felt.
"Life's a wheel", I whispered.
Nonsense if it was a wheel I'd have all I need right now. I'd have proper medication for my mother, I'd have a house for me and my mother and best of all I'd have a father.
But unfortunately life wasn't cheese and butter it was hard core wickedness and to make matters worse it directed all its flaws to the innocent, to me.
My heart ached thinking of all the pain I've been through so I just turned onto my pillow and began to cry it out.
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