• Part 3 of Chapter 1

   

  New life – far from everyone, moving to another location – 6 hours’ drive and new house – light on, I can see from the window someone is in the house. I figure it might be my parents, another surprise party – as if the wedding was not enough of a surprise for me. What’s next? Thomas slowly park the car in the garage and turn off the engine, I twist my pink mini shirt that Mile gave me on my 19th birthday – had it for years. I begin to twist more when I look at Thomas, what plan did he had for me?

   

  “Carry your bag and my bag as well, don’t be lazy.” He say looking at the house door.

  “But it’s heavy and I –“ I stop as he slap my face.

  “Didn’t anyone tell you not to talk back! And don’t you dare cry!”

   

  I only bite my lips, hoping I won’t make a sound as I rub slowly my painful face. Slowly I open the car door and went out to the back, pulling out the bags – heavy and filled. Almost drop myself down when I pull his bag, it slam on the ground with a bang.

   

  “What – my bag!” He shout and walk fact approach me with anger and despite. Pushing me to the side, he move his bag around and check for any fault. Looking at his eyes – disappointed for not being able to find even a tiny stretch. “Come here,” softly he call me. Another slap on my right face. God, am I not in pain already? “You really can’t do anything carefully? Can’t you!” He insist me on answering as he grab my hand.

   

  Then I hear the house door open and it’s a woman – Red hair, fair skin tone, wearing a red lingerie. “What’s going on?” She shout softly, while slowly walk towards me and Thomas. Who could this woman be? She look at Thomas, “Honey, who is this woman?” pointing her figure at me.

  “This is the maid I promise you,” he smile, it shock me and I just look down. For a moment she look at him with curiosity, but then she smile.

  “Oh wonderful!” clapping her hands, “I have so much for you to do,” she hold my hand soft like silk.

  “I’m glad you’re happy dear,” Thomas stand crossing his arms.

  “Ok, let’s go in!” she pull me in, leaving Thomas with the bags, “Bring the bags in honey, it’s heavy I can see!”

  As she pull me away from Thomas, I look back and he signal me to shut my mouth by simply placing his figure on his mouth.

   

  The house looks so amazing, she show me around and until she show me, my room, it’s a small room with a window next to the bed, it’s cozy and what makes me safe is the door had a lock. Looking at the woman talking and blabbering away, I feel so shame and cheated on.

  “Jessie, right?” she smile.

  “Yes ma’am,” I reply with a nod.

  “Please, just call me Mary.”

  “Breakfast should be ready by 7 in the morning because I have to leave home before 8 to carry out my daily planning with my friends and I will usually be back home at 5 -“ she was distracted by Thomas walking pass us, “- I go out when Tommy goes off to work and he usually comes back at –“

  “4, so make sure the house and dinner ready on the table by 7 at night,” he approach Mary and hold her by the left side.

  “Yes and I will leave money for you every day to buy grocery as I like the ingredients use are fresh. There’s some snack and drinks in the kitchen, help yourself, this is your home now.”

   

  Looking at how Thomas, I mean, Tommy, he looks happy and I do believe this is his soul-mate. Mary is so kind-hearted, if I can only apologize for lying to her.

   

  “You don’t talk much do you Jessie?” Mary ask me as she holds my hand and smile.

  “No ma’am, just happy to be of help.”

  “It’s just Mary, remember?” she smile and I reply with a nod of understanding.

   

  Alone again, clock strikes 11 at night, I can’t even close my eyes. Lying down on the bed, looking at the night sky – stars shine so bright. I recap the memories I have with Mile and I keep holding back, I don’t want to let go of him. He was an angel, a savior. Peaking over my open handbag, there it was the paper that Mile wrote. God, should I start reading it now? I tie my black long curly black hair and I sit down, reaching for my hand bag and pull out the papers.

   

  Slowly I begin to read the paper one by one, realize that only the first paper was about him alone. The rest was about us, how we met to the day of his final breath. My god, I cry over and over. So much love, he place so much love and time to catch even the smallest little things that we did together. I will never find someone like him anymore and I never got the chance to tell him how much he is important to me. God I’m a fool, a fool girl – who can’t even stop crying, worst that I know crying will not an answer or even help. Thus, I pray for Mile.

   

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  I apologize if there's any typo, mis-spelling, I had so much thoughts in my head and begin typing away.

   

  Much love

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