Chapter Six: Shattered Heart.

Chapter Six: Shattered Heart.

Maya stood by the window as she looked blankly into the empty street, her arms wrapped around her chilly body, her heart thrummed loudly against her chest like it was about to explode.

Who is behind all these threats?

She walked up to the trash bin and retrieved the rumpled note from it as she un-squeezed it with trembling hand, her hands held tightly to the note, her wet palm creating a print on it, she stared hopelessly at the note trying to process the message written on it.

Who has Ethan offended to send such threats to her? Is it his ex-lover? Amelia?

Maya's thought was disrupted by a loud sound from the garden. It sounded like a smashed glass. Her heart skipped a beat.

Ethan? She hope he hasn't tried to hurt himself again?

She hurriedly went into the garden but was stopped by a voice having an argument with Ethan. The voice sounds familiar, like that of Mrs Caldwell. She hid behind a tall flower wall as she listened to their conversation.

"Ethan, I am tired of the reports I am getting about you, I can't keep hearing all these every time!" The female voice hissed, her tone laced with disgust.

Ethan let out a sarcastic laugh, "then, tell your spys to stop giving informations about me. You can't keep spying on me and expect to see positive things."

"My eyes will always be on you because you are my son! And besides, you are..." Her voice railed off as she waved her hand at Ethan's wheelchair.

"A liability." Ethan interrupted, his voice dry and defeated. His eyelids lowered to the ground.

"That is not what I wanted to say." She snapped as she wiped her sweaty brows. "I wanted to say you are incapable of taking care of yourself," her voice softened.

"No, say it. I know am a failure to you right now. You are so disappointed seeing me this way. You never thought your perfect, charming son will end up on a wheelchair." He shot back at her without remorse. His voice rising, his sharp tone coated with anger, pierced through the thick atmosphere.

"Don't you dare put words in my mouth, young man. And don't you ever talk to me that way or else!" She raised her fingers at him, a wave of color rushed through her face, her voice clipped.

Ethan smirked as he rubbed his moustache with his fingers. "Or else what?" He let out a loud laugh. "Will you spank me? Or throw me out of your house?" He squinted his eyes, "Mom, I am no longer that little boy you order around. I am not scared of you. And don't you ever expect an atom of respect from me because you are a part of the reason I am seated on this chair!"

SLAP.

Maya clasped her hands over her mouth to hold back a scream.

"Don't." Mrs. Caldwell bit down her lower lips as she tried to hold back the tears. "Don't you ever say that." Her voice trembled. "You are going to do what I asked you to do, and that is final!" She said with a firm voice.

"Enough of this nonsense, Mom. You can't just come into my house and orders me around. You can't keep controlling my life like am a puppet for fuck sake." Ethan clutched the arms of his wheelchair;, his wrist turned white, veins popped out, his eyes turned red with rage.

"Ethan," his mother's voice softened as she walked closer to him and tried to hold his hands.

He wheeled away from her. "Not because I'm on the wheel; you just have to talk to me the way you like!" His voice climbed a pitch higher.

"Ethan, can you just listen to me at all. Your stubbornness is the reason why all these are happening. Aren't you tired of them happening repeatedly?" His mother asked, her voice gentle and calm, filled with love and concern.

As Ethan was about to respond, Maya walked into their midst.

"Sorry, am I interrupting something?" Maya asked innocently, as their conversation stopped immediately when they saw her.

Mrs. Caldwell eyed Maya and then turned back to Ethan. "You better come back to your senses!" She hissed and walked out of the garden.

"Oh no! You are bleeding." Maya rushed to Ethan's side as she saw his bleeding hand and shattered glass scattered on the floor close to his feet.

She wanted to hold his hand. "Don't." He said. "Don't touch me." He flinched his hand away from her.

"Ethan let me see. What happened? Why would you hit your hand on a glass? Look at the way you are bleeding so badly. This has to be put in bandages." She held his hand as she looked keenly into the wound. "It seems you have some broken glasses in there; they have to be removed, and you must be given a tetanus booster shot."

"Stop it! Stop trying to be my savior. Stop trying to help me at every point. I don't need your help and I don't want you here, get out!." Ethan's fist tighten.

Maya was taken aback by Ethan's sudden outburst. "Did I...did I do something wrong?" She stuttered.

"I want you to leave this place right now. Out!" Ethan yelled.

"What the hell is wrong with you, Ethan?" Maya shot back, her voice slightly quivered. "Why do you always see the bad in me whenever I am trying to be of help?"

"I never asked for your help; I have no need of it." He slammed his good hand on the arm of his wheelchair. "It was the help of someone I loved, that placed me on this wheelchair. I don't need your fucking help! You are just like them; there is no difference between you and them!"

"You know what? Fuck you. Do whatever you want with your life. I'm out of this place." She stormed out of the garden.