Under the moon

CHAPTER FOUR 🌙

"JESUS!"

I screamed at the sight before me. I just stood shaking on the spot, and the only thing that came to my mind was "Jordan, you bastibitch, you are going to pay, pay and pay all over again. Even if you die, you will have to wake up to die all over again."

"Amira." My mother said, stretching her hands for me to take. It was so faint that if you didn't listen, you will not hear it. I took her hands, struggling to get her to stand. Her body was so weak, that her legs could not carry her. we both struggled getting inside, falling and groaning until we got to our black and blue leathered couch. I put her down, and stood up, watching her and clenching my fist. Should i describe her?

ho ho ho, she was bruised from head to toe, she had a black eye, bloodied nose, and cuts on her arms and legs. she tried reaching out to me. but her hands were numb, making it fall back to her side.

"A-Amira." She called, gesturing for me to seat down.

"Am sorry." she said, regrets evident in her tone. "Am sorry that you are taking care of me, instead of reverse being the case. Am sorry for loving your father, and becoming blind to the moster he truly is." she said, tears rolling down from her eyes.

I just sat, listening to her. what did you expect me to do? go all gangster , storm out of the house and go find Jordan? like he won't kill me before i even blink an eye.

"oh you are so young and you are going through this. it's all my fault, and am very sorry Ami." she continued, managing to raise her hand, stroking my hair.

"You know old man Harold?" She asked, struggling to face me, thereby groaning in pain.

"Yes." I replied, smiling a bit.

"Don't ever forget what he said to you." She said,smiling too.

"How do you know he said something to me, and why is what he said so important?" I asked, baffled that she too knew about old man Harold.

"Because it's written in the stars Amira. I mean your future, destiny, everything that you will ever be, depends on that singular statement." she stated, still stroking my hair.

"so don't you ever forget okay?" she asked.

"Yes ma'am." I replied , getting up to get the first aid box from the kitchen. I was in the middle of putting bandages on the cuts, after cleaning every single one of them with spirit, when you know who, came storming in. My mom and i both be came frozen, not blinking, not moving. My hands were suspended on the air, but i didn't care, because we never expected him to come back, like ever again. He looked at our shocked expression, smirking in satisfaction that he was able to instill fear in us. But only if he knew.

"Wow, you made it alive." He said, referring to my mother's condition. "I really did underestimate you." He. continued, rubbing his chin. I regained my senses, dropping the bandage on the table, i stood up as though there was spring attached to my behind, and stood face to face with Jordan.

"You monster!" I barked. "How could you do this to your wife, why Jordan?" I said, livid.

"we were just talking, and she refused to see reasons with me, and then, boom! she landed in this condition." He replied, shrugging his shoulders, like he didn't give a dime.

"You call this talking, y-" and before i could finish talking, i felt the world tumbling like there was an hurricane, tornado and earthquake, all happening at the same time, and that's when i realised that i have been shut up with a slap.

My mom stumbled to her feet, preventing him from hitting me again, so instead she took the punch , and fell to the marbled floor. hard!

He passed us, making his way upstairs, like nothing happened. I quickly helped isabel up, and at the same time still massaging my face, which was stinging so badly due to the impact with his metallic hand.

"mummy are you okay" i asked, tears welling up in my eyes, as i lay her on the couch. We were too afraid to go up. She just replied by nodding her head, too weak to speak and that was when for the first time since these drama began, i burst into tears. Isabel too began to cry. She cried because there was nothing she could do, too weak to speak and tell me not to cry, too weak to stand up and give me a piggy-back. I stood up to get the bandages i dropped on the table. The one that i was about to use when Jordan came in, and began wrapping the cuts on her hands , legs and lips. she flinched, as I applied spirit on her bloodied nose, and when as i was about to pick up a bandage for the nose, my head lit up because of an idea. Harold!

"Let's go to Harold." I said, in between tears and wrapping her nose. "He always knows a way out, he knows a solution." i said, looking at her. but instead of affirming my thoughts, ,she just closed her eyes, tears flowing the more.

"mummy, please trust me, Harold knows what to do." i begged, trying to convince her. but this time, she gestured for me to come closer , which i did, scooting nearer. She spoke, but i didn't hear a word she said, until she repeated those awful words into my ears the second time.

"Old man Harold is dead." she said, faintly. I moved away from her, shaking my head vigorously in unbelief. I sat on the floor at the far end of the living room, my head on my knees, weeping and muttering over and over.

"Harold cannot be dead."

"Harold cannot be dead."

"Harold cannot die."

"He can't leave me."