It was nearly midnight when Jane was finally discharged. As the glass door of the hospital entrance slid to a close behind her, thunder groaned and lightning skirted across the sky, signalling the coming of heavy rainfall.
Jane’s baby began to cry at the onslaught of the alien sound.
“Shhh, it’s okay, mummy’s here,” Jane whispered, tucking the only cloth that the hospital wrapped her baby with to cover his tiny ears. Gently, she rocked him to sleep as tears raced down her cheeks. Where was she to go? What was she to do?
In the chaos, she had brought only her identification card to the hospital earlier. All her belongings were still back home, she had nothing to her name now.
She wiped away her tears on the sleeves of her blouse and started to walk, albeit aimlessly away from the hospital’s main building and venturing out into the almost deserted parking lot. The nurse had been kind enough to spare her a new skirt and undergarment, seeing as her old one was soaked with blood. Jane wished they had been kinder and let her stay longer.
Her baby’s wails became louder, he was hungry and her uncomfortably engorged breasts threatened to burst like a dam. Jane was in desperate need to feed her child.
Anxiously, she scanned her surroundings and saw a lone gardener’s shed nearby. The shabby-looking shed stood out like a beacon of light in the dark with its flickering fluorescent and muddied garden tools. And as the first drop of rain began to fall, Jane made a mad dash for shelter, shielding her baby with her body.
The tiny shed was an open one, with three adjacent wooden walls and a simple corrugated metal sheet nailed above. If the rain grew too strong, Jane would no doubt get soaked; but at this very moment, the shed was her only haven.
“Here little one, drink and grow strong,” she sat herself down on an abandoned wooden stool and with a trembling hand, she pulled down her blouse, exposing one side of her swollen breast. Under normal circumstances, Jane would have cringed with embarrassment from such exposure, but desperate times called for desperate measures. She couldn’t give a damn if anyone saw her now, her newborn came first.
Trickles of milk were already dripping down her torso and she quickly brought her baby’s mouth to her nipples. The hungry baby sucked, happy to be treated with such sweet delicacy. Gently, she stroked his face, apologizing over and over to her flesh and blood.
For the first time in her life, Jane managed to take a good look at her baby; she hadn’t had the time earlier. Everything had happened so fast. His skin still had a pinkish hue and his eyes shut tight as his little mouth tugged at her nipples, trying to draw more milk. Jane gently caressed her baby’s hand and his tiny fingers instinctively wrapped around hers.
“My little Timmy,” she whispered. Pa had chosen this name a few months back and Jane remembered how proud he had been as he patted her belly.
“He’s not your father!” the words cut through her mind like poison, seeping into her every pore and filling her heart with dread. What was supposed to have been a day of joy had somehow turned into a nightmare. Jane rocked back and forth like a dazed woman as she bleakly watched the raindrops splatter against the walls of the shed, some landing on the asphalt, barely inches away from her dark blue cotton sandals. Each droplet of rain felt like needles piercing into her wounded heart.
He’s innocent. He shouldn’t be out here in the cold, she thought as the rain continued its downpour.
But as lightning flashed across the sky once more, Jane straightened her back and frowned, staring at her reflection in the panelled glass window. Her puffy and bloodshot eyes stared back with resolute.
I have to talk to him, she thought to herself. Surely there must be some mistake. A misunderstanding. Surely, Pa won’t throw us out of the house! He hasn’t even held his grandson yet!
She nodded to herself, deciding to look for her father once more after the rain stopped. But deep down, even as she cradled her child, Jane knew her attempt at reconciliation would be futile. Deep down, she realized that no matter how close they were, her father would not be able to forgive her mother’s adultery. And deep down, a part of Jane’s hope began to wither and die.
***
Not far away, a man stood in a basement darkroom as the god of thunder continued to rain fury on mother earth. With his face obscured in the shadows of the dimly lit room, the man whistled to Bobby McFerrin's ‘Don’t Worry, Be Happy’ as he gently rinsed a developing photograph in a tray of chemicals. Slowly, a form began to take shape on the white piece of photographic paper to reveal the photo of a young woman with her eyes closed, seemingly asleep.
Once the photo was ready, the man picked it up with his tong and hung it on an overhead clothesline full of other photos. He looked at the newly developed photograph for a moment, crossed his arms and nodded his head, pleased with how the photo had turned out. All along the clothesline were photos of different young women, all of whom had their eyes closed as if they were in deep slumber. And amongst the endless array of photos was one that housed the face of a beautiful young woman with an oval face. It was the face of a sleeping Jane McKay.
***
The breaking dawn finally found Jane standing at the driveway of her family’s humble detached lot with her sleeping bundle in her aching arms. The storm had receded, leaving behind only puddles of water on the quiet street leading up to the house. She was seeing the cream-coloured walls and grey bricks with ivory plants from a different light for the first time in her twenty years of life.
Her gaze crawled up to the first floor where her room used to be. The dark green curtains were drawn to a close as were all the other curtains in the house.
I can do this. Pa will listen to me, she convinced herself. Clearing her throat, she marched right up to the freshly painted doorstep. And while her slim oval face was a picture of poise and confidence, her trembling fingers betrayed her emotions. It felt strange having to ring the doorbell of her family home for once.
“Ding-a-ling” the doorbell went. No one came.
She tried again, growing more nervous by the minute. Upon the third ring, she finally heard footsteps coming down the staircase. Thump, thump, thump, THUMP, THUMP, THUMP. Judging by the heavy thuds the footsteps made, Jane knew without a doubt it was her stepmother. Pa usually walked like he was on air.
Jane gulped, this was not good. She needed to talk to her father, not the ogre of a stepmother.
The door swung to an open, and a whiff of her stepmother’s pungent perfume hit Jane’s nostrils before she could even contemplate on her next move.
“Who the – you,” her stepmother sneered, with rollers still in her mousy brown hair.
“I thought I warned you not to set foot here ever again!” she bellowed, pointing her stubby index finger at Jane.
Jane took a deep breath and held onto her baby tighter, unconsciously trying to shield her newborn from the woman’s overbearing scent.
“I need to talk to Pa,” she said, staring her stepmother in the eye. Inside, she was quaking like a leaf. Years of physical and verbal abuse from her stepmother did that to her.
“The hell you will, he wants nothing more to do with you!”
Perhaps the verbal exchange between the two women woke the baby up for Jane’s newborn chose that exact moment to let out a high pitched wail, causing her stepmother to cover her ears in disgust. But then, just as suddenly as her face contorted into an expression of revulsion, a wild gleam entered the older woman’s eye.
Jane never saw what was coming. In a blink of an eye, her stepmother snatched the baby from Jane’s arm. The baby cried even louder.
“What are you doing?!” Jane yelled, trying to pull the frightened baby back into her arms when her stepmother backhanded her across the cheek. Such was the brute force her stepmother wielded that Jane stumbled a few steps back. But the sting on her cheek was nothing compared to the confusion and fear that consumed her.Before Jane could even run back towards her baby, the door slammed in her face with a bang.“Open the door! For goodness sake, open the door! Give me back my baby!” she screamed, pounding furiously at the timber door. It didn’t matter if she woke up the entire neighbourhood, all she wanted was to have her newborn back.“We fed and clothed you for two decades. And all you did was to bring shame upon this family!” her stepmother shouted back from behind the door.“OPEN THE DOOR!” Jane yelled, slamming both fists at the door, splintering her porcelain skin in the process. There was no other
By noon, the fiery ball in the sky was sending a heatwave to all who dwelled below. Jane had to shield her eyes from the scorching sun as she tried in vain to find a job.As a child, she suffered from Meniere's Disease and was often in and out of the hospital for treatments. Because of this, she was set back by two years in school and only managed to enter university when most of her peers were already graduating. At first, things went well for Jane; perhaps a wee bit too smoothly. Her ethereal looks of lustrous chestnut locks and ocean blue eyes caught the attention of many, as well as the campus’ most popular fraternity. But alas, on her first night at the fraternity’s party, she was drugged only to wake up the next day in bed with a bunch of strangers, none of whom dared to confess what had transpired during the night. And just like that, her dream as an interior designer burnt to the ground, never to be seen again.She had wanted to abort the fetu
“Are you sure this is a waitressing uniform?” Jane asked in horror as she stared at her reflection in the brightly lit changing room. First off, the white blouse looked as if it had been tailored with an eight-year old in mind. The cut was so tight at the seams that Jane felt it would burst if she dared to inhale too deeply. It didn’t help that the cutting was plunged so low that it barely covered her bra – thank God she had on a simple black bra. She had been given a corset to flatten her stomach, not that there was any need for it but the higher-ups at the club wanted all their women to have out of this world Barbie doll proportions. So here she was, with an oxygen supply-cutting corset and a micro black leather skirt so short it that threatened to reveal her undies to the world. She would have to walk like a penguin just to prevent the flashing of her bum. Her entire outfit practically screamed, “Come one come all! Come and touch me, I’m at you
Daniel Winters stepped through the immaculately polished glass door of the Las Duex with a smile on his face. At a proud six foot four, it was hard not to take notice of him. His face was the epitome of every woman’s wet dream as he stood with his back straight and carried himself with a stride accustomed to strength and power. “Mr Winters! You’re early tonight!” the club’s madame sauntered up to him in a slinky midnight blue dress as soon as she spotted him. She gave Daniel a lingering kiss on his freshly shaved cheek and allowed him to inhale her strong but sensual scent of black truffles and ylang-ylang. “Hmm…are you wearing the ‘Black Orchid’?” Daniel murmured as his hand trailed down to the madame’s tiny waist, pulling her against him. Madame Dominique smirked and placed a hand on his chest, seductively twirling her index finger on his dark grey blazer, “Oh my, Mr Winters, nothing escapes you.” He grinned, he was feeling good, very good indeed. “
TWO HOURS EARLIERJane poked her head out of the ladies’ bathroom and looked to her left and right only to find the corridor empty with only the sound of music flowing through the passageway. Where had that tall man with his perfectly styled crop gone? She needed to clean off the stain from his shirt.Sheepishly she stepped out and tugged her blouse. She’d used the hand dryer in the bathroom to air dry it but unfortunately for her, her black bra was still damp and smelt of breast milk.“Oh, Jane! There you are!” Vanessa called out as she ran over to Jane from around the corridor in her impossibly tight bodycon dress.“Madam Dominique is looking for you!” she said and promptly grabbed Jane’s hand, yanking her along.“We’re short on staff at the VIP floor so you need to head over asap.”“Oh…” Jane was flaggerbested. “My bra’s wet from the milk –&ld
Daniel was sitting with his head nestled in the palm of his hands and pulling at the roots of his hair when he heard a scream. “LET GO OF ME!” That did it! Who dared to interrupt his train of thoughts? He groaned and sprang onto his grey socked feet – he’d kicked off his shoes earlier in frustration like a little boy, and stormed out of the room in search of the source of the voice. There was only one other room along this secluded corridor and it was from the room that lay a few feet down. The black door was closed but as an angry Daniel approached it, he heard muffled sounds coming from behind the walls and just as he was about to barge in and give the insolent fools a piece of his mind, out ran the same waitress who had bumped into him earlier on. Jane, he remembered her name. How could he not remember her? That woman was breathtakingly beautiful, like a breath of fresh air in an early spring morning. He instinctively caught her by the shoulders as
Daniel Winters saw Jane’s head slump in defeat as she answered him in a still small voice, “Yes sir.”Strange how he hadn’t noticed how melodious her voice was until now. She took one last look at her assailant before she turned around and headed to his room with a walk that looked as if the weight of the world rested on her shoulders. His blazer reached just right above her knees and swayed like ever so gently to her movements and as his eyes trailed down her slender legs, he noticed that the back of her heels was bleeding.His mouth curled downwards and he recalled her mentioning that she was ‘leaking’. And didn’t she say she had a baby too? The puzzles pieces started to come together to form a blurry picture, and it wasn’t a picture with a bed of roses, rather, it was one of thorns. Either she was a single mother or her drug addict husband was forcing her to work.“Here’s my account number,” Mr
“Is this the house?”Jane’s tired eyes peered out of the limousine’s tinted window and her heart leapt for joy, “Yes.”All exhaustion was forgotten. She was here, she was finally here!The pristine white limousine came to a smooth and quiet stop right outside her father’s house. It was the witching hour and lights were off, as it was supposed to be and Jane had to wonder if little Timmy was awake.“Please wait for me.”With trembling fingers, she pulled open the door, stepped out and took a wobbly step towards her father’s house. Slowly at first, but each step became faster than the previous one and she finally broke into a run up the steps of her father’s porch.Behind her, the chauffeur, an elderly man with white hair stepped out of the limousine and gave her a silent nod of encouragement. His name was Mr Lee and he worked for Daniel Winters.Jane could not believe wh