My wicked stepmother

Chapter 2

discharged from the hospital,I knew things had just taken a new turn in my life,the house became so lonely and bored ,couple with the idea of no friendship.

With time dad began his work and as usual wouldn't come hope till after six,when I would get back to school the butler Charles would serve me my lunch and leave and I would be left alone.

I didn't even have appetite for the meals, though they were very much delicious but I was too cold,I was slowly withdrawed to my self but Dad didn't take notice of that.

He would come home give me a peck and go upstairs,if he was in a happy mood he'd ask me how was school.

I didn't understand why he Changed his attitude at first cause It was still all new to me one day I decided to confront my dad and ask why hasn't got time for me anymore.

I wheeled my wheelchair to his study,I was getting used to this stuff ,that I might not be able to use my legs for the next six months. I saw him going over through some documents, he looked busy but I decided to push.

"Dad"I called out silently.

"Can I talk to you for a moment please". without taking his eyes out of the system,

"Why,what do you want to talk about "he asked nonchalantly.

I heaved deeply and I spoke

"We don't hang out as we used to,and you hardly have time for me anymore."I spoke hoping to hear an aplogetic response.

"Is that all",he asked still punching his fingers on the system.

"If it's that",he said finally removing his eyes from the system and letting them rest gently on me.

"There's nothing I can do about it, your already on a wheel chair and for crying out loud young lady,you don't expect me Xavier Edwards to be roaming the street of America with a young lady that claims to be my daughter ".

I felt like I was dreaming was it my dad that just spilled out those words from his mouth ,I pinched my self in shock.i stared at him agaped.

Without out bothering to see my reaction he turned to his system,and soon I could hear those punching sounds again.

I knew arguing with him was useless so I quietly wheeled my wheelchair to the entrance of the door.

As I was moving ,the tears where already dropped,I shut my eyes tightly but it didn't work ,they still flowed.

Dad didn't even bother to check how I was doing,he didn't come to see me until late in the night till I had gone to bed,I know things where going to take a new turn but never did I think it was this going to be bad.

The sunlight peered through my eyes,as I fluttered them open and I saw a face staring at me, it was my dad.

"Good morning dad".I tried to sound casual like we didn't have a conversation last night.

"Morning"he sounded stiff like he was about to say something bad.

I noticed he was putting on his tuxedo and he looked like he was going out.

"I will be leaving for the airport in thirty minutes time if you need anything Charles the butler is available,and If things mistakenly get out off had,you know what to do just call my private number."

Was this man here seriously kidding me,one morning you just decide to travel out and leave your thirteen year old daughter by herself, entrusting her with a Butler seriously.

I couldn't understand what was going on,I managed to ask.

"Dad,where are you traveling to,you can't just leave me here all alone in this house with a Butler".I said trying to raise a point like I was in some debate.

"So what are you expecting,I should take you with me "and with that he let out a laughter that sounded so weird.

"Now listen to me young lady,where am going doesn't concern you but I might be back by weekend, don't try and do anything stupid stay here, stay put and wheel around to any where you like, of course you can see the house is big enough ".

And with that he stormed out of my room I peeped through my curtin and saw him enter his Ferrari and with that he was off.

I broke down in tears like someone who just lost her job over night,I had been crying more frequently nowadays and I needed to stop it.

I had to be strong for my self,if not for anyone but my self my conscience echoed bad days lies ahead of me I could feel it.It was a war between me and my bed,I found my self struggling to come down and It was damn frustrating.

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I stared at the wall clock and it said past ten.it was actually past ten I got down it was the third day since dad had left,to where ever he went that is

Anyway surprisingly I had been doing well,I took my medication,I wheeled my self outside to see nature even though we didn't have much trees.

Sometimes my hands hurt when I wheel my self for too long and I would just stay In a spot and rest for a few minutes so that my hands could regain their strength.

It wasn't easy at all. i just finished my breakfast and Charles just cleared the table although I insisted on doing it my self but he wouldn't let me plus he refers to me as "my lady" which I have told him countless times to stop.

I stayed and relaxed my self on the sofa playing with my phone, when I heard the gate open,my dad was back I was so delighted even though we haven't been in good terms recently.

Oh I so much wanted to go outside but I couldn't my legs would let me so I stayed there waiting for daddy to come in.

And after a few minutes later I heard the door creek and my face lighted but I was faced with the biggest shock of my life.