AELLA
Christ! What kind of mother leaves her only daughter alone with no inheritance? She was never a good mother, never spoiled me with the things I deserved, she never did anything for me, but still, a tiny part of me was always convinced she loved me but didn't know how to show it, but this...this has made me certain that she never loved me. "Do I have a college fund?" How would I continue schooling if I can't pay my fees? I take her silence to mean no. "What about the house, is it going to be given to charity too?" "The house was your father's" I am dumbfounded. Mama never spoke about my father, and she got irritated when I asked so I stopped asking. "He bought the house in your name." "She would have taken it away too if she could." I let another tear fall; I am comforted by the fact that I still have a roof over my head. "Do not think poorly of your mother, she loved too much, that was her only flaw. You of all people should understand her, she was created by God to care for others". "What about me?" I sob, more tears falling down my face. "Who was created to love me?" I didn't realise I had been shouting until Mrs Agatha touched my shoulder. I ignore her and continue to cry. "I have always been alone, I am not disputing that fact, but now, I feel abandoned, I feel hated by my mother. I despise the young girl in me who was comforted by the fact that she was loved." "All Mary knew was love my dear" Mrs. Agatha says annoyed. if she is annoyed then I am infuriated. "Do not speak ill of a woman who is now seated at the feet of the lord." This woman is delusional, this town is occupied by mad people. "I assure you, Agatha, Mama is not in heaven, but surely she has been seated at the feet of the devil himself," I emphasize her name, so she doesn't miss the fact that I purposely choose to insult her. Everybody gasps, I hear whispers of the bible, prayers for my soul, and shouts of the lord's name-calling on him to save my demonic soul from damnation. Grace looks shocked too, but it doesn't beat the look of disgust on Agatha's face. Twice in one day, she has been embarrassed, I wish Mama was here to see me like this. She would have died of a heart attack instead, she deserved that rather than the peaceful one she got. "Aella, I understand how you feel" I push her hands away when she touches me, Mrs. Agatha wisely keeps quiet and returns to her seat. "My father...tell me about him" Grace frowns, she seems to be doing that a lot today. "He was not a good man, they were happier apart" She twists her perfect hair and sighs "I am in no position to talk about Mike, he left you. Don't concern yourself with a man like that." Mike? It is not much, but it's more than I have ever gotten from Mama. I turn to look at the bunch of condemnatory, hypercritical people occupying my house...yes, my house, my own space. my throat tightens, and my heart fills with more hatred for them, for this town, how can no one see what Mama has done wrong, how can they not see how wrong it is to leave your only daughter with no inheritance? "All of you, get out" When they all continued to sigh, talk and drink Mama's expensive wines, I automatically assumed I wasn't loud enough. I take a deep breath, my jaw clenched, my hands fisted, and I speak again "All of you, get out now!" Faces turn towards me, mouths open, and curses fly. I don't care, I can send them away because it's my house. "The party is over; the movie is completed. you do not have to act anymore she is dead now." I wish Mama was alive to see these people she chose over her family, they never liked her, I have heard whispers of how they thought she was foolish in catering for the town and never her family. "You too, leave" I demand looking at Grace. She opens her mouth to speak but decides against it. smart choice, I still have a lot of insults to dish out. When nobody attempts to remove themselves, I start screaming "Out you bunch of idiots, you bunch of animals. You think you know God and his plans, no, you don't. I promise you; you all have special seats reserved with the devil himself." that must have struck a nerve because everybody stands up and hurries out, even Mrs. Agatha drags her daughters to their feet. "Mrs. Agatha do return the bottle of wine you stole earlier," I swear she turns red; She quickly drops the wine on the table taking a walk of shame with her crying daughters behind her. When the house finally becomes empty and I am all alone, I carefully pick up my glass cup and smash it against the wall, I watch it shatter into tiny pieces just like my heart, I pick up a sharp piece and slide to the floor. Dragging my gown to my thigh, I place the tip of the glass on my lap and cut. I cut so deep that I am almost alarmed by the amount of blood I see. I have never been a suicidal person; I don't plan on bleeding to death. I crawl to the half bottle of whiskey on the table, and I gulp directly from the bottle. since it's my first time drinking, it is difficult to swallow at first because it burns my throat and forces tears from my eyes. it gets better when I sip the second time. Damn, I like whiskey. I make a silent apology to all judged drunkards, coupled with the pain from my bleeding thigh and the strong alcohol, I feel so much better. Mama always attributed everything in life to the word 'Grace'. since God is kind enough to be gracious, we are all going to face five major difficulties in life. and as such, 'bad things come in five' for Mama her difficulties started with meeting my dad.having five childrenhaving me as a daughterlosing her four boys. I never got to know the last one as Mama is now dead. My own five bad things began when I lost my brothers.Being Mama's daughter: number two. I am doomed, I have no savings of my own, how is one supposed to survive with nothing? Mike, Grace had said my father's name was Mike. Do I go searching for Mike? I throw the bottle of whiskey I was nursing and start screaming, I stop when I can't any longer, and I immediately find comfort in the silence.AELLA I wake up exhausted, the curtains are up, and the lighting is blinding. My head feels like it could crack open anytime.Mama is dead. I rise to my feet instantly with a smile on my face. what does one do to celebrate one's freedom? lazily, I drag my feet to the fridge, grabbing a bottle of water and aspirin. I drink greedily from the bottle. "Let's do some cleaning shall we". An hour later I moved to my room. I grab my phone from the nightstand, scrolling through my messages. There are a bunch of condolence messages and missed calls from John. I met him last semester, he is a very cute guy with a nice smile. I know he sort of has a thing for me, Mama would have had my heart for dinner if I as much as entertained thoughts of a guy. I called John back. My revenge on Mama would start by losing my virginity, I have never liked John in that sort of way, but I know he is
ACE I have had a very long day; it all started this morning. I got to the office and met a crying Venita. She has been my secretary for less than a week and decided to quit. I have had five different secretaries in less than a month, and none would ever be like Joey she worked for me for five years but had to quit because of some medical conditions, and since then, I have been forced to work with confused humans with a certificate they can't defend. I know I am a very difficult man to please. I had to start sorting out documents myself, it took hours of course, Venita has successfully ranked the first position being the worst secretary of the year. I am operating on less than two hours of sleep, I almost snapped when Max my business partner failed to give me a detailed record of every transaction of the past year. My head starts pounding, I snap my eyes open when Kevin stops the car. "We are here boss." Just when I thought my day was ending,
ACE The morning light gently peered through the sheer curtains, illuminating the room with a warm and ethereal glow. With an elegant grace, Aella slowly emerges from her slumber, like a blossoming flower. I watched her like a hawk, even in my exhausted state I couldn't sleep a wink. Watching her wake up is like witnessing the birth of a new day itself. Her every movement, every breath, awakened an indescribable feeling of awe and appreciation in the depth of my soul. She finally opens her eyes and those blues land on me. She screams dragging the bed sheet to her chest, even her screams sound like a moan, I stand up disgusted for sexualising everything she does. I didn't bring her here for this, I am a principled man and right now my need for that file comes first. "Hello, Aella." She moves to the edge of the bed, trying to get as far away from me as possible. I don't like it, but I also don't say anything. She hugs her knee and tears fall d
AELLA I don't shy away from his mouth on mine, I close my eyes instead. Mama would be disappointed. I wonder what Eva would have to say about me wanting a man who kidnapped me to get to my father Mike. Father? The word leaves a sour taste in my mouth. I can't unsee whatever just happened in that cabin, I just watched a man die in front of me, a man who didn't deserve the peace that comes with death. I curse under my breath, I hope he meets with Mama and they relive every bad memory they once shared for the rest of their lives. I have never wanted anything for the past twenty years of my life, and even after gaining my freedom, I only wanted to do those things I knew Mama hated. But ever since I woke up on that strange bed and saw him watching me, I have needed him. Every sensible human would be scared for their lives, every sensible girl would look for ways to escape. I am not that
AELLA He doesn't arrive till dawn; I know this because my heart starts to race and the hairs at the back of my neck rise in excitement. I hold my breath in anticipation, I only start breathing when he walks into the room, shutting the door behind him. I couldn't properly appreciate him yesterday; he has to be one of the most beautiful men to walk the face of the earth. he looks tired, he leans back on the door watching me. His soft and luscious curls of black hair cascaded effortlessly, framing his noble features and adding an untamed allure to his appearance. It seems like ages before he finally speaks. "You disobeyed me. I don't make empty threats Aella; you won't like it when I do put you over my knee." He has been threatening me with that particular phrase since yesterday. The thoughts of him spanking my ass make me wet, and I have concluded that something must be wrong with me. He raises his eyebrow looking at me. "You speak when spoken to Aella." I like the way he says my
AELLA How can I please you? I must be out of my mind. He didn't respond for a very long time and my heart began to beat faster I feared he might even hear it. "You want to please me?" he questions trailing his finger down my exposed throat. "Yes," I respond in a husky voice. He quirks his eyebrow smiling. it's not a full-blown smile but I want to run my tongue down his teeth to his throat. he pulls me closer, and I moan when he kisses my temple. "I am not a good man Aella; I am not a saint either. I have had my fair share of women but something about you brings out the dominating part of me, the part I would prefer to keep hidden." "I want to be yours, make me yours Ace" I want him so badly. "I would never let you go once I have a taste; I am no gentle lover either, I don't want to hurt you." I know he would never hurt me; I trust him. "I know I want you; you won't hurt me." I think that does it for him because he s
AELLA I open my eyes lazily, watching him. "I want to fuck you, I want to fill you with my cum, I want to hear you scream my name as you come on my cock. But this would do for now." His hand slide into my hair, fisting the strand tightly. He kisses my face, jaw, and throat. I moan tiredly as his lips skate along my collarbone before biting the ridge gently. He moves his mouth to my breast sucking on my nipple until my moans become throaty. His hand moves to my pussy, and I close my legs instinctively "I don't think I can do it again." "You can for me, give me one more. let me hear you scream my name." Two of his fingers are inside me again, he isn't gentle like before, his free hand starts stroking my thighs, smacking them with enough force to make me gasp. He pulled his hand back again and landed another sharp smack on my left thigh. He continues pumping his fingers inside me. my pleasure was growing faster. "Ace...I am going to come...please make m
AELLA Light fills the room, coaxing me from deep sleep to wakefulness. I stretch out and open my eyes. As usual, I am alone, but the only difference today is the fact that I am naked. I hate waking up alone, I hate not having him in bed when I open my eyes in the morning. He is always busy; he comes to bed late and goes back to work even before dawn. I blush remembering how he had kissed me yesterday, how he had put his tongue, fingers and lips on my girly parts, how he had made me come over and over again and I must have blacked out because I have no recollection of how I had made it back to his room. I frown suddenly remembering my dream last night. I must have stressed the tired man with my screams and cries. He held onto me, kissing and rubbing my shoulders until I finally went back to sleep. It is unusual, my nightmare. I have never had one. Maybe a huge part of me is still shaken by my father's death. I miss Eva, I miss school too. I miss having to dress up and