After having thought thoroughly about what to do for three days, I decided the best thing was to just leave Aunt Vicky's house. That way, I would be able to stay far away from Jessica. That girl was a real b*tch and living close to her would only cause me more pain because whenever I see her, I would feel the pain of what she did to me. However, living far away from her would definitely help in reducing the pain the fact that I wouldn't be seeing her anymore. Ever since it happened, she had been avoiding eye contact with me and staying away from wherever I was. She thought I was so stupid to take it likely with her, but I wasn't. I showed her what I could do and how powerful I was compared to her. If she had tried anything stupid that day, I would have make sure she regrets it.
Frank had been quiet too, Mam Camila said he had stopped going to work and that he used to manage everything in his personal office at the Mansion. Among the servants, she was the only one that knew exactly what happened. The rest were left in the dark, unless if they later find out from someone other than us… or if Frank himself decided to tell them. Thinking about if he still cared about me? Well, Mam Camila told me he had only asked about me once, how I was feeling… and when she told him I was still traumatized, although I was gently getting back to my feet. However, she said it was clear in his face that he didn't really believe her. And since then he had not asked her again about me. He also stopped going to the dining room to eat food, all his meals were delivered to him in his apartment.
He was probably ashamed of himself or still sad about what happened to him. She said she knew Jessica was a wild girl the moment she set her eyes on her, that was why they didn't get by in time like we did. She was actually right, Jessica didn't have innocent face. Whenever you look at her, what you would see is someone that is wild and cannot be trusted at all with anything valuable. She might feign innocent though, but you would always know that she wasn't innocent by the time she does one or two things that would break your heart into pieces. She was the kind of a person that had no full regards of what other people feel. And as long as something makes her happy, she would love to do it even if it makes other people sad. But one thing is certain about her, at gunpoint she could confess to all her crimes in the blink of an eyes. Although not always, sometimes she would need motivation. Manhandling or show of force.
That was what she needed when she couldn't confess to Lorraine and her department, however the police had measures. Assault or manhandling was usually their last resort. They hardly do that unless it's highly necessary. And one more thing is women are usually exempted or saved from such things. That was why she didn't confess, otherwise she would have done that. Just like she did when I held and flung her on her bed to get the information I needed from her. If I hadn't used force on her, perhaps she wouldn't have confess to anything and I wouldn't have known exactly what happened that unfaithful day. I would have been left in the dark to solve the puzzle by my own self.
While thinking about where to go, the thought of Naomi came into my mind. She was living in Vinewood and I guess going there to live with her would be far better than finding a place here to live. If I go to her, I would have the freedom to live in peace without anybody's interference or someone trying to disturb my life. That was what I supposed to do when my parents died. I wasn't supposed to accept Aunt Vicky's invitation, I really shouldn't have. I was supposed to find a good place for myself and live peacefully there. But I wasn't stable then, and I thought all I needed was a family to continue my life with. However, now I was beginning to think the decision I made to live with them was one of the worst decisions I had ever made in my life. A decision that would always haunt me unless if perhaps things gets better for me in the future I miraculously find peace again in the people I called family. But for now, I would be better off without them in my life.
After calling Naomi, I told her I would be coming to live with her for a while in Vinewood. At first she was happy, but then she told me she was managing the place with her elder brother and he might not like the idea of bringing in another person. However, apartments were cheap there for renting. She told me I could rent a very good apartment in where she lived with as little as one thousand dollars. That sounds great, right? Well, it wasn't really a problem to me the fact that I had some money with me that would take care of my needs for quite some time.
Thus, I quickly transferred some money to her and told her find a nice apartment for me before I arrive. I also sent some documents for her to register the apartment in my name, as well as in my identity. "No problem Laura, I will get back to you as soon as I am able to do that. See you doon" she had said and then ended the call. She was really a good friend, someone I could always count on and someone that would never betray me. I know if she was the one I had as cousin, I would have been the happiest on ir but then God gave me Jessica instead.
Two days later, after having spent some time on my laptop in my room I decided to go downstairs and get a chid water. Surprisingly, I saw Rita with her two children and then Aunt Vicky discussing in the sitting room. We greeted the moment they acknowledged my presence, and after taking water I came for from the kitchen I headed back to my room upstairs. Actually, Rita had been back… although she was planning on returning back again. Her husband's case was tough and she was already losing hope on it.
The only thing she could do for him was to pray and hope he doesn't get a death sentence. She didn't mind if he was giving a life sentence in jail because, at least, she and their children would be able to be checking on him from time to time. But if he was to be e.xecuted, the case would totally be different. They might be able to visit him, but in the cemetery. Where the only thing they would be able to see would be his grave and nothing more. By the way, she was really calm now. And understanding. Normally, human beings are dynamic. They are subject to change based on circumstances or situation.
The only problem is, some people instead of changing from bad to good, the would change from bad to worst. While the luckiest ones will change from good to better, and from better to the best. If only Jessica would change from her worst state to good. Yes, at this moment she was wasn't just bad but worst. I believed if she had s stepfather, and he turned out to be handsome, she would have lured him into making love to her already. Imagine what she told me that day, that I knew her problem and that she really needed men.
Of course all women needed men, or maybe not all but practically all. And the goes to men too. Men needed women as well. But having self-control is important. It will definitely save one from different kinds of situations like burning desire or irresistible urge to make love. But Jessica lacked self-control, and that was exactly what was affecting her. If she had self-control, what happened between us wouldn't have happened at all. Anyways, life would surely teach her lesson soon.
I returned back to my laptop and continued looking around searching for places to work at after relocating to Vinewood. I was still waiting for Naomi to find a house for me there, hence while waiting I asked her if I could get a job there as I might need to keep money coming otherwise I might one day run out of the ones I have in my account. There was this bottling company she used to tell me about, I thought there was still vacancy but unfortunately she told me there wasn't any vacancy yet. She then advised me to check online and see if I could get a decent job for myself as there were many jobs around with different pays.
Well, she was actually right. There were a lot of jobs. But I was still yet to find the one that suit me. That was how I kept searching until I was finally tired and slept off. I was really exhausted, even though most of the job I did was on my bed. I had only gone out to cook in the kitchen downstairs twice. For breakfast and for lunch. That too I didn't do much the fact that Aunt Vicky was partially back to her feet and had taken over some of her chores. Although, she was still walking gently as walking fast would cause her pain. The legs were still yet to fully heal.
After sleeping for some time, someone came to my room and knocked thereby waking me up. Something told me it was Aunt Vicky, however to be sure I turned to know who the person was. Surprisingly, I found out it was Mam Camila. I was shocked the fact that I wasn't expecting her. Infact, I didn't even know when I quickly adjusted into a sitting position. "Mam, Camila?" I muttered. Hence she smiled and gently walked over to me. "Good afternoon, Mam Camila" I greeted her.
"It's evening, my dear" she said as she gently sat close to me on the bed. "How are you feeling, my dearest grandchild" she asked as she continued looking at me with a befitting smile on her face. She was really good at smiling, and it used to fit her so much that you would think her face was only meant to be fabulous when she smiles.
"I am fine" I muttered in response. That was the perfect answer the fact that it wouldn't show how weak and pained I still was. But God knows I was still in pain.
"Hmm, okay. Vicky told me the same thing but I wanted to hear it from you physically that was why I took permission from Frank and decided to come here" she explained, and by mentioning Frank's name my heart began beating fast. I would really love to know how currently he was but I was still sad. I felt like if I didn't get the space I needed, I would be happy at all.
"Okay" I simply said and then asked if I could get her a glass of water. She nust have came straight to me the moment she arrived, hence Aunt Vicky may not have been able to give her water to quench her thirst or freshly moisten her throat.
"No, I am okay. I took something before coming, trust me" she said. Thus I nodded in acknowledgement. Just then she asked why I didn't ask about Frank, however I didn't respond to the question because even if I did she wouldn't understand. Plus I didn't want to make things complicated for myself. I already had a plan, a very good one. If I wasn't careful about the words I say, I may end up not being able to execute the plan. That is to say, to give myself a broad space. "I know you are still hurt by what happened, Laura, but please know that the only person at fault here is Jessica. She was the one that messed things up. Frank was only trying to help her, and why that? Well, it was because of you. He knew Jessica and her mom through you, right? And still loves you. Good men are usually kind to their in-law, and that was exactly what Frank was trying to do. To be kind to Jessica, but then she took advantage of his nice gesture to quench her carnal desire and to cause this rift and vacuum between you and him" she added.
"Okay, Mam Camila, but why isn't he looking for me? He didn't even care to say a word to me ever since I left that day. He also refused to message or text me, what do you think is going on? I really think the best thing is for both him and I ti give each other some space. That's just the best!" I muttered.
