บททั้งหมดของ Till Death Do Us Part : บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

I stood behind the double glass doors with my hands folded and watched the rain fall. It was right after breakfast. I was still in my pyjamas and gown. I mean, why look good when you won’t be going anywhere? I just combed my hair back, didn’t even tie it up or anything. I watched the rain pour and pour. It felt therapeutic, made me feel calmer. I don’t know how long I stood there but when my room door opened, I was brought back to the room. Standing alone, staring out at the rain like some psycho.Probably one of the maids, coming to do my bed or clean the room. I heard her footsteps enter the room and lock the door. The footsteps got closer. Someone wrapped their arms around tightly. It was Yoké. I could feel him and smell him. I smiled as he put the side of his face against mine. We were both now staring out at the balcony.“What are you doing?” He asked me.“Nice view, right?” I asked him.“On a mountain it would have looked more beautiful.”I looked at him and smiled. He smiled bac

After cancelling the tickets I bought to buy new ones for tonight, it was now waiting time. Waiting until 10pm to leave the house to meet up with Yoké at the bus station. So, the plan is that Francis will help me leave the house. If we manage to leave the house, we’ll go straight to the bus station where Yoké would be waiting for me. Then I will take the bus with Yoké, and he’ll return how and make up whichever story will sound believable to mom and dad. Yoké and I would be out of the state in the next 4-5 hours and then we’d take a taxi to another town from there so that dad and mom would have no way of tracing us. Smart right?But the wait. The waiting felt like death. I couldn’t stop tapping my foot in anxiety, under the dining table. And the guilt? Sitting around the dining table with my family for dinner knowing that it would be the last time we’d get this opportunity again…I couldn’t stare at my mom for long, without feeling like crying. I’ll miss her so much. Her constant criti

After a brief knock on my door, it opened.“It’s seven o’clock.” Anna told me.“So?” I asked her, looking up from my phone.“Breakfast is at 6.45. Your family is waiting downstairs.”“I’m not hungry, thank you.”“Your father insisted that you both come down for breakfast.”“Who is ‘you both’?” I asked her.“Alice doesn’t want to come down too.” Anna told me.“Genesis come down to the kitchen now!” Dad’s voice sounded strict on the intercom.Anna went to press the receive button. “She doesn’t want to come downstairs, Raphael.”I through her a deadly look. I was in no mood for this right now.“I thought I told you to address my husband with courtesy.” I heard mom’s voice. Anna grimaced. “I will not let you little nothings continue trying to destroy what I’ve worked so hard for.”“Sorry.” She responded, not looking or sounding sorry at all.“Genesis, come down here now before I come get you myself.” Dad told me.I rolled my eyes and left the room, bumping into Anna as I walked out of the

“I need some water.” Mom said trying to get up.“I’ll get it.” Francis told mom, getting up and going to the sink. We sat quietly, waiting for Francis to finish. The sound of the water rushing out of the tap was so loud in this silent large kitchen.Well, until Alice broke the silence. “I have a question. What will Francis be calling you now?”She was asking mom.“We’ll talk about that later.” Dad cut in.Francis placed the glass of water in front of mom and sat back down. Mom only took a sip of the water and then placed the glass back on the table. We sat waiting for mom to start talking.“You know what your dad said about forgiveness?” Mom started. “Marriage is all about forgiveness. I’ve forgiven your father a lot of times, for various reasons, like he mentioned. One of those reason’s was Delilah. She used to work here for us, right in this mansion. She used to cook, clean, laundry, use to rotate with the other workers. Delilah was one of the youngest girls working here at that time

Did Omar not hear a word I said? I clearly told him that I’m not allowed to leave the house. He wants me to leave now? Does he know what the time is? It’s two in the morning. How the hell am I supposed to leave this place at two in the morning. Morning jog? At two? No one will fall for that. And dad is home, sleeping downstairs.My phone began ringing. I quickly answered. “Omar, I can’t leave the mansion, I swear.” I told him. “I forgot to tell you to leave your phone at home when you come and delete my last message.” “Why shouldn’t I bring my phone?” I asked him. “Just do what I said. I’ll see you soon.” “Omar you need to tell me what’s going on with you and Yoké-” He hung up before I could even finish. I pressed the area between my eyes and pinched