"Taxi, Taxi, I am going to the Venaclurry Mansion,"
I shouted as I stopped the only taxi that didn't seem to have any passengers as it approached me at full speed. Today is probably going to be the worst day in my life, I have actually been standing here for about thirty minutes with no hopes of having a ride, be it free or paid. Besides the fact that it was only ten p.m in the morning, the rain poured heavily and soaked my clothes. I could swear that my pants were already drenched by now. As the taxi approached, I smiled as it slows down, trying to alight. To my surprise, it accelerated and splashed the thick liquid of water mixed with mud that lad hastily in a pond on my body. Tears clouded my eyes as the mud splashed over my face. "Jeez!" I cried out faintly. The taxi driver was too rude to stand to even mutter an apology. This was my favorite pink gown, actually, the only one I had that was kind of still in perfect condition, the rest either had a big hole under the armpit or some loose strips. The weather was not helpful as I felt like it groaned above my head. "I know even nature hates me, but please, don't tell at me," I muttered lifting my head up to stare at the dark clouds. Since I didn't leave the house with an umbrella and I had gone too far before the rain started, there was no way I could rush to the house, so I just had to support the rain and board a cab as soon as possible. I felt like cursing this cab driver for not help me out, he couldn't even pretend to be a gentleman. Standing by the roadside with just a small bag which I used as a shield to hide my hair from getting wet__though it was already__ I prayed for God to send a cab specially for me. "Lady, where are you heading to?" I heard a voice call out. Opening my eyes, I wished the person was speaking to me. Indeed he was. Right before me was parked a cab with the logo 'Taxi' at the top part of the car. I was glad someone had noticed me. In order to be sure that this man was actually talking to me, I swayed my head from left to right to see if anyone was beside me. There only reason I was called 'Unlucky' is that good luck never sways my way, like never. "Me?" I asked. I shivered when I heard him horning. Slowly, I approached his car wondering why he did so. "I said where are you heading to," he asked again, this time more fiercely. As a taxi driver, he sounded so arrogantly, normally, I always love to book my taxi from a company, a well-known company with trained staffs, not all these individuals that risk kidnapping their passengers. Well, such things have never happened to me and I believe it is just mere rumors. "Ehhh! Venaclurry Mansion... that is where I am going," I answered. The rain was getting serious so he asked me to hop into his car. He looked simple, like an average young man of forty with the first streak of grey lacing his black hair. "Thank you, Sir, Ehmm! I do not know where I am going to neither is my fee, but I heard it is a one-hour drive from here," I said. The taxi driver was an average man, he looked sterned, and from my position at the back of the car, only the corner of his face could be seen. The man didn't respond to my question, instead, he ignited the car, as he started down the street. I concluded that my voice wasn't audible enough for him to hear, so I decided to increase my voice and talk to him. "Mr. I said..." he cut in arrogantly. "I heard you, lady, your bill is one hundred dollars," he muttered. That was a rude way to tell me that, in fact, I frowned after hearing him talk. Had I known this was the way he behaved, I wouldn't have even ventured to enter his car. There was mist on the road and the man had to ride slowly so that he could see better. *My name is Becky Houston. A hybrid, actually, my mom is an African and my dad an American. I was born in Harley and have passed several years learning how to be a cultured and civilized young lady the society could accept. Three years ago, Dad passed out and then left his small company in mom's hands, but last year when mom died, the company couldn't survive even for a year. Selling it was my last option as I used the money to relocate, heading to Groydam Park. To me, moving to Groydam is like a new beginning for me, I am hardworking, an orphan although life treats me so unfairly. I turned twenty-three last month, and I had just finished my four months of training learning how to become a hostess on any occasion. Life was really hitting me hard ever since I moved down here, I could barely have three square meals a day, and my health had started I deteriorate. Six months ago when I started feeling pains on my side, I went for a check-up in the hospital, and to my greatest surprise, I was diagnosed with having a Kidney breakdown. At twenty-three, I barely had a fat bank account, in fact, I owned nothing at all apart from the room I rented in an old building here in Groydam. I thought selling dad's company will make me rich but then, I was offered nothing compared to what the company was actually generating here, but then, the sales had drastically dropped. What a life of misery, pain, and suffering I was leaving, nothing seemed to happen as I planned.I sat in the taxi watching how the rain dripped down the window, places were really could and I regret not having brought a pullover. In fact, meteo seemed to be useless this morning as it promised sun today, and now this, heavy storms and stuff like that.Relaxing my head on the leather Of the taxi, I tried to think about my life.At twenty-three, I had an average education and completed school before dad passed away. I have deep black hair__ like night, and I inherited it from mom, just that it was curly. My rich hair was my pride and I styled it in all directions I could ever think about.Apart from my curly thick hair, my pride was my face, it shone brightly always, and I had a bright smile, as my gap tooth always exposed whenever I did so.My face today was grim, in fact, ever since I had a kidney issue, I had not found reasons to smile. Humor for me was always a difficult task, especially with the excruciating pain that always sliced acros
I started slumbering till I felt like the car had parked. Slowly, I opened my eyes searching from left to right.My new surrounding was stranged to me, I wonder if this was even the right address. "We are here," the driver spat sourly.I nodded apprehensively. The rain had reduced the way it was pouring a while ago, and it was now drizzling.The house did not have a gate, so the driver had alighted few meters from the house. I even wonder if people even lived here.The paint was faded, and the massive structure that laid before me resembled more of an ancient castle that was in ruin.Well, this could be readjusted with a little paint, wisely chosen. Well, I am not an expert in that domain.Sighing, I slowly came down from the car.The little droplets of rain hit my flesh like bullets, urging me to settle my bills and rush towards the house where shelter could be.I wonder if the other ladies were
There was nothing inside the bag and the next thing I heard was a bang on my face.The driver had slapped me, it was a mighty and terrible slap that had hit my face like a thunderbolt.If not for anything in this life, the pain I had received is just so excruciating. The slap had touched the right section of my face hitting my eye, my cheek, and the rings on his fingers had succeeded in splitting my cheek."Ahhhhh! Aghhhh!" I cried out in pain.My sharp voice was enough to bring people out of the house.Actually, a very huge and might man could be seen stepping out of the house.His broad features made me scared, especially as he had a stern look. Behind him, there were two kids that lured their way through the main door too."Lady, you will pay me my money if not I'll give you the beating of my life," he said dragging my bag away from my hands as he pushed me towards the ground."Sir, Sir, pleas
I watched how the boy and the girl fled into the house, and the expression of the man that stood before me suddenly changed. He looked more stern as he looked at the taxi driver in annoyance.I sat in the ditch, leaning beside the taxi, I was now soaked to my pant, and I dreaded it so much. This was a high level of disgrace, it didn't even appear to me that such things could ever happen to me till today.This is the worst rejection I've received so far, I wish I can just disappear from the surface of the earth."Stand, lady, I am taking you to the police station," the driver spat.My eyes widened with the realization that I might spend a day or two in the police station. My heart ached a lot, noticing that nobody might even help bail me out."Mr. please, just take me home, I'll look for my purse, remove the money and pay you, please, I can even double the money, just stop this whole show please," I begged crying.The
Looking at the man that stood before me, he kind of had this reserved anger. I wonder why he would help me, a lady he does not even know."I am so sorry, this had to happen, I mean, I didn't plan to forget my purse at home, I mean, all these things just happened abruptly," I ranted.I didn't care if he listened to me or not, I just wanted to prove myself fit to be the mother of his children, at least, if he says no, he can pay me for the time wasted. I thought to myself.The tall, huge man that stood in front of me just raised a brow at me, as if he couldn't comprehend what I was saying.Trying to convince him that I am not what he thinks I am by just deducing some silly facts from the scene that just happened, I let out,"Please, I am sorry about what happened, I pray you find a place in your heart to forgive me. I will return home right now, and before it's dusk, I will show up here with some money ready to pay you. I promise,
Mr. Azariah opened the door allowing me to enter.He had stopped on the first floor, sliding in before allowing me to enter.The room was a big one, spacious, and looked like a lady had formerly lived in it.Who knows? maybe one of his wives."Here you go lady, you can check through the wardrobe, there is are some clothes there, if there is your size, then it's your luck, if not, deal with it that way," he blurted out.I still did not respond to him. Saying anything to him was even a hard task that I didn't want to indulge myself into being rude to him, not in the least__well at least, not now.Leaving me to fend for myself, he trudged towards the door, with his hands around the doorknob. Expecting him to leave, he doesn't, rather, what he did was tilt his head towards my direction, staring at me with bold eyes."When you are done, I will be waiting for you downstairs, you have some questions to answer," he let out.W
I stared at Mf. Azariah with bright eyes, at first, did not seem to understand why I was on the ground, but suddenly, realization seemed to dawn on me."Am I the one or did I just catch you eavesdropping?" he shot raising a brow while eyeing me.Scrambling on the ground, I found it difficult to stand, so I contented myself with the position I was on the floor."Wait, Mr. Azariah, I can explain," I said trying to form words that didn't finally leave my mouth.At last, I just succeeded in saying something foolish, my words have made him gain interest in what I just said.Entering the room fully, Mr. Azariah made sure he closed the door gently behind him, before leaning in it.Crossing his legs at the angle level, he shot me that terrible look before whispering to me,"Go on, explain, I am listening," he explained.Instantly, I became mute, I could not imagine what I was expected to say, but then, I
AZARIAH'S P.O.VI don't know who the hell this strange lady is, or what she is doing in my house, but she seems like she is the wrong person for my kids, like seriously.I can't imagine a pretty lady like her would move around without her purse, what If such a thing was to happen when she had my kids with them?All these thoughts kept bubbling in my mind, I felt like I am just going to make the wrong decision once more.I've been married five times in the past, my first wife, Isabella, the lady that had given birth to the two diamonds I cherish the most on Earth.I mean, there is nothing that I was not ready to give to her, not until death kidnapped her away from me. She suffered from tuberculosis, and a short while later, she died.Life with the kids had not been easy for them, hiring one nanny to the other, but then, it has never been an easy task because the children always felt they lacked that gap o