This was a different life, William thought to himself; different indeed! Marriage had always been a scary path for him, but, he was married to the most beautiful girl in the world-- to the love of his life. The newlyweds lived in a one bedroom apartment on Love lane.
William was informed of his father's death, it had been ten years since he last saw his Father. The old man did not witness his son's wedding. Old man Johnson hated the path in life his son had chosen, he was a well-respected man in the society; a feared one. Everyone knew about the Johnsons on Mermaid street. One day, when William decided to leave his parents in pursuit of his freedom, Mr Johnson threatened his son that if he leaves, he wasn't to step his feet into the mansion again, despite the threat, William left, his action had broken his Father's heart and William never stepped his feet into the mansion for a long time. But on November 3rd, William would terrifyingly step foot into the Johnsons old mansion again. "Come on Will, you just have to be there in respect of your dad, Hm?" Amelia tried to motivate her husband to be at his father's funeral. "I stayed away for ten years, ten years, Amelia!" He weeped. "I just left him, I never called nor wrote to him, I never cared and now, I'll never get the opportunity to say I'm sorry". The young man sobbed some more. "You know what?!" Amelia whispered in the room, "What?!" Will questioned. Amelia wiped the tears off her husband's face and hugged him gently. "The dead sees all who's present at their burial", she told him. William stared weakly into Amelia's smiling eyes, she rested her hands on his shoulder only for a few seconds, then moved one of her palms and gently lifted Will's chin with it. "When your Father sees you at his burial, he'll know you cared, and surely, he'll forgive you, eh?", William dropped his eyes to the floor, trying to soak in his wife's words into his heart. "You really think so?", "I know so!" She emphasized. Will looked up into his wife's face, searching, "How do you know? Have you been dead before?", they laughed. "No, it's just a family belief. Come on, think about!", she playfully tugged at his arm. William released a smile. "Oh alright, I'll go. I can do this!" "Yeah you can! I'll come with you", she paused, "Let's go change, shall we?", Amelia stood up from her seat and extended a hand to the man seated by her. "Let's go!" William took her hand and was led to the bathroom. They all stood around the black, shiny coffin which was laid beside a dug, rectangular shaped hole. There was a white man in a black suit and a tie giving a lovely speech. He praised late Mr Johnson for all he had done for a lot of people in the town of Rye. He took their minds back into the past, into the times they all had spent with Johnson. Some of the people present quietly weeped and wiped off the tears with a handkerchief, some sobbed, some stood there thinking of when the ceremony would end so they could go back home, some quietly watched and listened to the preacher, while there were others who wailed-- making a scene. Mrs Johnson wore a long, black gown with black gloves and a hat, she looked really sad, her eyes were full of pain. Standing beside her, were her two daughters Monica and Viola, they were William's younger sisters. They stood by their old mother on either side of her hands, firmly holding their Mother, consoling her. Just then, William and Amelia arrived. Silently, they strolled through the fields, coming up closer to the others. Everyone's faces swiftly turned in their direction. "The day of death is a black day! Mr Johnson was survived by his wife-- Mrs Johnson, his three children, his relatives, friends, well-wishers and his neighbours on the beautiful Mermaid street. Today, we say goodbye to a husband, a father, brother and a friend, we say goodbye to a Legend! It is truly sad, but today is also joyous, for the prodigal son, has returned!", the preacher ended his speech. All eyes were still on Will and his wife and William could feel his heart racing ferociously. They kept their distance away from others. William only cared about the face he saw in the coffin-- his powerful father was truly dead! The corpse laid still and frozen in the shiny, black box. The old man's dark skin had turned daker and grey, he was nicely dressed in a black suit and trousers, his hands were crossed on top of his body, he was a sleeping gentleman. William turned away and laid his head on his wife's shoulder, Amelia wrapped her arms around him and gently patted his back. After a few moments, the coffin was closed, then gently lowered into the rectangle hole. The coffin rested at the bottom of the grave, sitting on the soil. Viola and Monica released their mother and came forward and stood closely to the grave. William was directed by the preacher to join his sisters. He bent down and took a little scoop of sand from the heap of sand that sat quietly on the ground. William threw his scoop of sand into the grave, then the women did the same. The ceremony ended and the scene was abandoned to the Johnson's. "William is that you?" Mrs Johnson asked, her voice shook. "Yes mum, it's me" William sighed in return, looking shamefully at the grass. Contemplatively, William walked to his Mother stopping closely in front of her. "Hey mum, I--" he was shockingly interrupted with a sounding slap on his face from his Mother's old palms. It sent a stinging pain down his spine. "That's for abandoning your parents all these years!" "Mum!" William gasped. Another palm of the old woman, came flying down on Will's face, this time bringing regretful tears to his eyes. "And that is for not informing your Father nor your own Mother of your wedding. Do you even know how that feels like?!" "Mum I'm sorry please forgive me, I was young and selfish, I--" "Not another word!" She interrupted her son, raising a finger in front of his face. William could only stare at the grass, Amelia stood a few metres behind them with folded hands against her chest. Unexpectedly, Mrs Johnson threw her long, slender arms around William's shoulder hugging him tightly to her chest, "I've missed you Will" she exhaled. William was still in shock but he regained his body and returned the hug, bending slightly down to his Mother's height, his head rested on her shoulder. They both cried.She had missed her son, she was a Mother after all. She took out her anger on him, all that she had kept inside her for ten years, today, she had forgiven her son... They released each other's hold, Mrs Johnson glanced at Amelia who was behind them. "Bring her to me" she gestured. William walked halfway to Amelia and invited her to take his hand, they walked hand in hand to Mrs Johnson and the two other women. "What's your name, darling?" Mrs Johnson asked, taking Amelia's hands in hers. "Amelia, ma'am", "Oh don't be silly, call me Mum! You're my son's wife" she ended with a broad smile. "These are my daughters-- Viola and Monica", she announced. They each hugged Amelia with acceptance. "She's so pretty Will!" Mrs Johnson whispered excitedly. "Yes Mother, she is. I'm so lucky!". "If only Johnny were here to see this", she sighed. "Well, I've got you all by my side", she brightened up and forwarded her eyes to William. "Hey! I just got you back Will, I ain't letting you leave
At the mansion, everyone sat in the living room, it was a large room with a high ceiling, large red drapes hung all over the room. Large blue couch-chairs and sofas took their places in different positions of the room. A thick blue rug rested underneath their feet on the ground, it covered the whole room, matching with the chairs and drapes, they all gave the room a dark, warm peaceful feeling. There were four table lamps in the four corners of the living room, they were the only source of light in the room. The lawyer, Mr Edward Peters scanned through the documents he had spread out on the large, brown centre table, with a little torchlight and his reading glasses. He wore a pair of brown trousers and a long, black coat, beneath the coat was a white, long-sleeved sweater. He kept scanning through and they all kept waiting-- impatiently. "Ah ha! Here it is", he finally said.He was a frail old man and late Mr Johnson trusted him enough with his will-- his dying wishes. Mr Edward the
It'd been a week since the burial, it rained all through the week, but somehow William and Amelia managed to move their belongings away from the little apartment into the mansion, their new home! Everyone was settled in and life in the mansion had begun. The old red, brick mansion had been passed on from parents to children over the years, it was a tradition. The mansion was never to be sold or abandoned, it was an inheritance, a history, the Johnson family legacy. Another December morning, a tenth month after the wedding, the sky was covered with dark blue clouds, Rye town was still awakening, there was no sign of snow falling today but it had already kept itself firmly on the roof tops, it covered cars, and the cobbled roads of mermaid street were slightly slippery. Despite the weather the sun shone weakly, giving a warm feeling. The door bell sent a vibe all through the mansion, it had awakened the sleepy eyes of the residents, everyone groaned in their stomachs wishing that the
"Good morning Mrs Johnson, my name's Olivia. I believe you're William's Mother!" She pointed out sharply. Mrs Johnson nodded in agreement. "I am William's girlfriend-- ", she shrugged, "We've been dating for some months". The women's eyes widened in shock, Amelia folded her hands on her chest in response to the words she just heard. "Surely, you're mistaken, my William has been married to Amelia for almost a year now!" Mrs Johnson corrected and directed Olivia's attention to Amelia. "I'm aware of that Mrs Johnson. You see, when Will and I met he was still single, he said he was single, that his girlfriend-- Amelia, had broken up with him, she had left him. He was in a pretty bad shape when we met, he got his glow back while we were dating. We were young and crazy and I got pregnant, he knew of it, we went for the test together. We were both terrified and unprepared. So, I left Rye to live with my grandparents on a farm, I stayed there till I had the baby-- our daughter", she held th
December 20th! Only a few days to the popular celebration-- Christmas. It had snowed all through the night, the next morning was chilly. Mermaid street looked stunning with the combination of the snow on every roof top, the paved cobbled roads, the lined up houses on both sides of the street, and on every house, there were red and green flowers and lights. The street glowed in its glory! After all, it is the most popular street in London, its name, unique! The schools were on holiday, the Rye railway stations, were filled with people, the trains brought in people for the holiday and some traveled out of the town for the season. Hospitals, airports and the Rye museum were beautifully decorated for the holiday season. It had been ten days since Olivia visited the mansion and left a troubling stain on the hearts of Amelia and William, the problem seemed to have no solution, it was a trying time for the couple, and it dealt with them. For some nights, William could find no sleep, Amelia
She banged loudly and coldly at the door without feeling. She had promised she would be back with trouble and this she did. "William! William! I know you're in there, you come out this instant!" Olivia continued banging on the white, hard wood door and the house shook! "Hey!" Someone called to her from above, Olivia turned around in shock searching for the voice. "Hey Olivia, up here!" Mrs Johnson stuck her head out the window from her room upstairs, she could see the whole street from up there. She looked down at Olivia determined to give her a piece of her mind. "Do you know that this is the Johnson residence? Why are you being childish, do you want to bring down the house?" She stopped and adjusted her weight on the window frame. "I-- ", Olivia tried to speak up. "If you don't leave this instant, I'll call the police on you, you hear me?!" "I'm sorry ma'am but I ain't leaving till I see William, I'll just have to keep banging on the door until he comes out!". "I said leave
"Yeah let's do it! You and Audrey should come live with us, Audrey has a right to a family and to her Father, you have my permission", she ended. Olivia couldn't believe her ears, she stared into Amelia's face with eyes wide open. Amelia decided not to say anymore, she was sure Olivia understood her words, she need not say more. A few seconds passed without Olivia saying a word, the room felt awkward. "Olivia, did you hear what she said?", William quickly asked, after studying her face. "Yeah, sure, of course I heard", she blinked flutteringly, then turned her eyes to Will. "So uh--, William what's your say on this?" "You already know where I stand on this, this is crazy! And both of you have given me no choice, no decision of mine. I'm the victim here, a hostage!" He glared at Olivia with fury and heat, Olivia could feel it from across the room. Amelia swiftly and affectionately grabbed on to Will's lap, squeezing the upper flesh; she stared pleadingly into William's eyes, and Wi
They got ready and were all seated in the living room waiting for William to return with the registrar. It had been more than thirty minutes since he left. Only a few seconds ago Olivia's Mother had entered the mansion with baby Audrey, she joined the other women in the living room, feeling uncomfortable most of the time. The room was as silent as a desert, the women said nothing to each other only when they had exchanged greetings. They sat on the large chairs looking all clean, classsic and gorgeous! Audrey slept peacefully in her grandma's arms. Viola couldn't bear the silence anymore so she got up and went into the kitchen with the thought to make some tea. She quickly lit the stove, balanced a small silver kettle filled with water on the flames. Then she set up ten small-sized silver teacups on a silver tray, the cups beautifully surrounded a silver slim jug which sat in the middle of the tray, the mouths of the cups were turned upside down on the surface of the round tray;