Elfie and her Mafia love triangle

Chapter Six (6)

Elfie stood outside the door contemplating if she should go in or just turn back with the grocery she had with her. Tears threatened to spill but she tried as hard as she could to hold them back. The sounds coming from her house was enough to make her mad and heartbroken but here she was thinking about feeding a man who cheated on her. She went back to her car and sat there crying silently and wondering why her life was this messed up.

She was five when her parents died in a plane crash. At that five to eighteen she was passed from foster homes to foster home. Her parents were distant from thier families, in fact they seemed to have cut off from their families and no matter how she tried she was yet to meet any of her parents relative.

At eighteen she was finally an adult and had to move out to her own house. She was a brilliant girl and had soared through her college education. Her last foster home had been the only bearable place she had lived, that was Lauretta's family. Her boss and friend. When she got to eighteen they told her she could stay with them or move to a room they would be glad to get for her in Lordsville where she can pursue her dreams of being an art curator. She thanked them for their offer and told them she was moving in with her boyfriend Rowland at a flat they both rented with their savings.

"Elfie, I really don't like the idea of you moving in with Rowland." Lauretta's mother said disapprovingly but Elfie was already blinded and deeply rooted in love to take advice from anyone. She had started dating Rowland for a year and half now and he was the only one that made her feel loved. Maybe that was what she thought then but now she is lying here in a Hospital bed with a bandaged head and from what she had gone through for the seven years she had dated him she knew that she should have listened to Lauretta's mother. But No!! She just had to be stubborn and stupid like a teenager who lacked love. Maybe she actually did lack love. Just maybe if her parents hadn't died or her many foster home had been bearable like Lauretta's family things might have worked out differently for her. Just maybe...

Laying on the hospital bed awake but refusing to open her eyes, Elfie's went down to the memory lane of her first foster home. The very beginning of her traumatic childhood.

*****

After the burial ceremony held for her parents whose body was never found after the crash, Elfie was moved in to her first foster home to live with Florence, a middle aged woman who acted all nice on their first meet and gave her lots of candy. When she was officially and legally handed over to Florence, she was already six years old and as a kid she barely remembered her parents. Florence had actually started off as a nice person untill when she got to eight and her new jerk or a boyfriend tried to molest Elfie. The Innocent little girl had reported to Florence who she called mum and when her so called mum confronted her boyfriend he denied vehemently and instead said the eight year old was trying to seduce him.

Funny right?? An eight year old was seducing a young man of about twenty years or so.... Florence got bitter and turned her to a maid who was starved, beaten and left outside under the rain when she refused to do some of the many chores lined up for her.

One day Elfie who was at the point turning to a rebellious young nine year old who just started sprouting out breast had enough of the sick weird ass boyfriend of Florence trying to molest her yet again, she took the pot of hot grit Florence had asked her to make and poured it on him while he was sitting in the living room watching porn. He was hospitalized for a month and when he came back his face disfigured beyond recognition Elfie was moved to anonymous foster home. But then she didn't care, she was happy and proud of herself. She had defended her self and that was all that matters.

Her joy was short lived though when she moved to her new foster home and that was when she knew that being an orphan was a free pass to suffering beyond imagination.

*****

Elfie opened her eyes slowly. She tried to raise her body up and a sharp pain flashed through her head.

"Ouch!" She muttered as hissed in pain.

"She is awake." She heard someone said. "Call the doctor." It wasn't a familiar voice, so she forced her eyes open and right there in front of her was a beautiful lady who was dressed like a man. The lady was on low cut that was dyed wine. A baggy jeans, a black singlet and a weather right leather jacket. She was looking at Elfie, worriedly and she wondered who the lady was.

"Elfie, oh my girl!" Someone else said and before she could see who it was she knew instantly that it was Lauretta.

"Lauretta," Elfie called out and Lauretta came forward pushing the stranger aside and clashing her in a tight hug. Elfie's back hurt but she just stayed there and let Lauretta do her thing.

Her eyes caught a glimpse of Fiona whose eyes looked red and puffy. She wasn't smiling and Elfie wondered about what had happened. She tugged at Lauretta who finally disengaged from the tight breathe choking hug and asked.

"What happened? Why am I here?" She queried and immediately noticed that Lauretta had been crying her eyes looked just like Fiona's own.

"Oh Elfie," Lauretta muttered as she sniffed back her tears. "Girl don't ever scare me like that, I thought you were going to die."

"Die?" Elfie asked confused.

"Yes dear, you don't remember. At the club yesterday, you bumped in to Rowland I don't know what he did to you but thanks to this young lady Alex who came to your rescue." Lauretta said all in one breathe.

"Your blood was all over the place." Fiona chipped in as she came forward and hugged Elfie but as gently as she could.

All Elfie could process was the name Rowland. Why was he back trying to mess up her life. Was the past trying to destroy everything she had been building? And who was this person whose eyes had been on her the whole time, who was this her supposed heroine. Elfie stole a glance and their eyes locked. She forgot about everything else and tried not to drown in those dark eyes.