I don’t think I have ever been this nervous in my life. I thought the most nervous I would ever get was when I was waiting for my admission letter but standing here in front of the mirror in my walk-in closet as I examined my outfit for the thousandth time, I could barely breathe. I told myself I didn’t care and I would not bother to try hard at all but when Mariam, one of the maids had told me that Atticus was around and Duke had requested that I make myself present in an hour, my body told a different story altogether. I hated that my body wasn't working with me as I tried to calm my nerves. The sweat in my palms seems to increase with every moment that passes despite the cold room. It was as if the air conditioner was no longer working or my body was rejecting the cold. I know I looked amazing but I had no intention to try and seduce the man just because I wanted him to treat me fairly. Atticus was not a stranger when it came to stunning women. I had seen pictures of him with
I was trying to make myself late on purpose. I was currently standing in the middle of my closet trying to decide what to wear or rather I was trying to make Josephine who was supposed to help me get ready think I was trying to figure out what I wanted to put on which was a lie. I was not thinking about what I was going to wear because at the end I was just going to grab the first outfit I could find. I was just trying to get myself to believe that I was really getting married. My wedding was nothing like I would have imagined it if I ever had to think about what my dream wedding would be because there was none. It felt useless to get angry over the logical reason why there was no wedding but it still irritated me and made my annoyance for Atticus grow. He didn’t want to have any wedding so we were just going to be signing the papers and the lawyers were going to take care of the rest. Dad told me that he insisted on no wedding because doing one with Dad’s condition wasn’t the ri
It's been three days since Atticus walked out after we signed the marriage certificate and there had been no contact from him at all. Not that I was expecting any form of communication with him or anything but somehow for reasons unknown to me, I felt a little ache at being so blatantly tossed aside because that was what it was, he didn't need to do anything for me and he didn't owe me anything. He was obviously letting me know he didn’t care and that’s to be expected since we were strangers and I hated myself for feeling a bit irritated. I dropped the cloth I had been using to wipe Dad’s cold and still body. He was running a temperature so I decided to clean him with a cold cloth to see if I could reduce the fever. He had been unconscious since yesterday and I had made sure not to leave his side. I wanted to be the first person he sees when he wakes up anytime I’m sure I smelled terrible since I haven't taken a shower since yesterday but I didn’t care at all. I was too scared to
Someone was shaking me awake and it was getting annoying. I swatted the hand away again for the thousandth time but it came back just like it did the numerous times I had tried to get rid of it. I wish I could open my eyes and the person so hard they would find it difficult to get their bearings for a week but I had to open my eyes first and I was too tired to open them. I had been by Dad’s side for almost a week without sleep, waiting to see if he would wake up but he didn’t. Just like he did before, Duke had to force me to get some sleep and that was about an hour ago. The moment I hit my bed after taking a much-needed shower, I could almost kiss Duke in appreciation as I realized I was on the brink of death with how exhausted my body was. The delay in Dad’s consciousness was taking a toll on the staff and their hope was slowly fading away with time. They seemed to have given up altogether because they had heard he was not getting better so now all they did was throw me sympatheti
Life had suddenly gone still and I seemed to be the only one that existed. Dad died three days ago and my sense of living seemed to have died with me. I couldn’t muster up the energy in me to do the simple things of life any more. Duke and Dr Martin had found me lying across Dad’s chest. I held on to him for so long that they had to pry me off him when the Dieners came to pick him up. It had been a struggle. My mind would not believe that Dad was going away for good. I didn’t stay behind to watch them cart him away. I may have struggled with them too and not allowed them to do their job, instead as soon as they successfully got me off him, I walked straight to my room and shut the door behind me and I haven't opened it since then. I’ve had multiple people that I didn’t bother to identify come up to my door and knock asking me if I was okay but I didn't utter a word. Somehow, Duke managed to open the door to my room but he didn’t say a word, just rolled in a cart of food and kept it
The atmosphere was really tense in the living room. It seems like Atticus had no issue leaving me to deal with my uncle alone because he left as soon as the burial was done. He only held back to relay some information to Duke and then he was off. I was too bothered trying to think of ways to get rid of my uncle to bother asking Duke what Atticus had told him. “What are you doing here Uncle, I thought you decided to cut all ties with us, so what are you doing here now?” I asked my uncle. He was sitting on the chair opposite me and was giving me a dirty look but I didn’t care and he knew it was not affecting me. “What do you mean by that question? Of course, I would be here for my brother’s burial” “Then you can leave now that it’s over since that was what you came here for” His Jaw tensed and he clenched his fists as though he was trying to prevent himself from doing something. I raised my brows at that and scoffed. “You should watch your mouth, young lady. I will have you know th
Today was moving day. I was finally moving in with Atticus and it was not in the least exciting. Atticus sent the movers here and they were loading everything that I wanted to take with me into the van. There was not a lot to be moved so I didn’t bother contacting a moving company but Atticus did and like always without contacting me first. Some of the workers have been laid off regrettably but the house didn’t need as much staff caring for it when nobody would be living here anymore. Maybe one day in the future, I could actually come here sometime for a break but only time would tell. I was currently in Dad’s bedroom trying to get one final look at it before I left. Everything was still the same way it was before it was filled with medical machines that were currently gone. This room holds so much memory and I was leaving it behind. If I could stuff it in my bags, I would. “Dad, do you think they would like me?” I spoke to the empty room. I spent last night thinking about today.
As soon as Atticus' sisters walked out the door, someone immediately appeared to show me to the room I would be staying in. After surveying the room and discovering I would be living here alone, I dumped my body like a sack of potatoes on the bed. Now that I was alone with my thoughts, I could feel my heart beating so loudly against my chest. All I could think of was how stupid I had been to challenge his sisters like that. He would be furious if he heard about what happened. I hated the way my mouth kept running like a bad tap. I should learn to control myself. Now, I don’t think there is any way to remedy the situation, what’s done is done. They brought it upon themselves anyway. They should never have pissed me off in the first place. Because of their troubles, I was unable to get a proper look at the house before I locked myself in there. I love the bedroom and how spacious it is. It wasn’t too girly and had neutral colours just like I wanted. This was it. I was finally liv