Anchor

Chapter three

"So help me God, Amen." Kayla said as she finished her weekly devotional. It was an airy Sunday morning and the breeze had twisted and turned till it found its way into her room and gave Kayla another reason to go back to bed.

Not like she had anything to do though. Ever since the incident a couple years ago she had stopped going to church entirely…

Her fifty year old father had just been involved in an accident and was rushed to the hospital. He had sustained a couple broken ribs and his face was muddied with his own blood and he was in need of urgent medical attention.

With fear in her heart and worry clasping her mind she ran to her old church… The home of the missionary to ask for financial assistance.

Seeing the hopeless desperation in her eyes while she panted aggressively in exhaustion and beads of sweat all over her body, the reverend thought it was the right time to pounce.

He escorted her to his office then told her he would foot the bill for her father's operation if only she would "be a good girl and take her clothes off for him."

"What… what.. what do you mean by that?" She asked in utter confusion. Her father was in the hospital battling a one on one match with death and this was the best thing her reverend would say??!

As she was still trying to process what she had just heard, Father Sam leaned in to grab her with her thick breasts. The firmness of his grip went past the thin linen shirt she was wearing and he clutched onto her left breast like she was his property.

In an almost instinctive response, as The reverend's hand made contact with her tit, she immediately gave him a resounding slap and rushed out of the office. She wanted to do more than that but she had more pressing issues to attend to.

That was when she called Miss Lane, her course mate's aunt. Miss Lane offered her a loan to cover the medical bills and in turn Kayla had to start working as a cleaner at the Saint Mary clinic which she kept on doing up until last week.

After her father's successful operation, she reported to the other church elders on what had happened and of course Reverend Sam denied it and claimed she was the one trying to seduce him. The elders were faced with an ultimatum: support a respected and loved reverend, or side with the daughter of an alcoholic.

Despite deep down knowing that Kayla was innocent, they decided instead to side with reverend Sam and expel Kayla from the church to avoid the risk of a scandal.

After that day Kayla had vowed to stop going to church where she could potentially be subject to the leadership of cruel men and decided from there on out she would be a devout from the comfort of her bedroom.

It was 8 am and she wasn't expected to be at Mr Woods' house till noon. She chose to use her free four hours to catch up on her school work while she listened to K-pop in an attempt to stop herself from falling asleep. It was all for naught in the end.

After thirty minutes of intense reading, she closed her eyes for a couple seconds in an attempt to cram a new definition.

"Diabetes is a polygenic disease characterized by…by.. " she let out a yawn as she crashed to the bed. The cozy winds had finally won the battle and Kayla was fast asleep.

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"Here's your breakfast sir." One of the maids said as they served Abel his favorite meal to have on a Sunday morning. Cheesy Bacon and Egg hash Casserole.

"Thank you very much Janet."

He looked at his plate with a hint of pessimism. The casserole was served on a round silver plate and as he dug the stainless steel fork into it, the steam that arose from the dish washed right over his nostrils and couldn't help but leave him taste buds salivating as he brought the food closer to his mouth.

Abel was a lot of things. And unfortunately for the chefs, one of those things was a perfectionist. He took a bite and all his initial excitement dissipated and turned into outright disappointment.

It was too salty in his opinion. He called Janet back to his bedroom and asked her to take the plate back to the kitchen and make it all over again but this time with less salt.

Janet took the plate back in disbelief because his grandfather had just said it was the best casserole he had eaten in months but for Abel it was too salty. She thought about it for a couple of minutes but knew not to expect anything less of Abel. He wasn't cruel or anything of the sort, he just liked things done in a particular way. His way.

She came back to his bedroom twenty minutes later with a new plate of Cheesy bacon and egg hash Casserole.

"I hope you like it sir." She said as she stood by his side while he took the first bite. Her heart pounded vigorously as she was desperate for him to like this dish. The thought of having to make it all over again or even worse being talked down to by Abel made her quiver in her apron as he swallowed his first spoon or rather, his first fork.

She stood nervously waiting for him to give a remark but instead he did one better.

The young millionaire stood up from his chair, pulled out a hundred dollar bill from his pocket and gave it to her with a rare smile on his face then sat back down to continue his meal.

Janet walked out of his room with a spring in her step and a hundred dollars in her pocket while as he ate, Abel continued to watch highlights of all the NFL games he missed during the past week because of work.

His parents had died while he was only fourteen years old so he had to mature at a very early age.

"Hold it in. Be tough. You're a man." These were the words his granddad told him at the funeral and he's held them to his heart ever since. They were his shield and buckler and the reason why he was so antisocial and uninterested with anything outside work and adding a couple millions to his family name.