RISING FROM MY PAST

"Ella why did you do this? Ella you really went too far, I'm divorcing you right now. And don't even think about asking me for money to raise Bryant , you can do it yourself" those were the worst words that had ever been spoken to me. That too from the man I thought would cherish me forever. Who would have thought that a person of my class and hierarchy would end up being treated as a piece of trash, that too from a man I left my family for. A man I used my family's standing to empower, a man who was raised from nothing to something by me Calvin was more than a man to me, I considered him to be my safe space. Turns out that, the feeling wasn't mutual. No! that's not how it was meant to end, it wasn't supposed to end like this. I had been duped and made a fool of. He just wanted me for the power held by my family With teary eyes, I looked at my one year old son, my very flesh and blood, who slept peacefully in his cradle unaware of the disturbance going on around him. "Bryant, I'm sorry, I couldn't make your father stay. He was so upset with me that he left. I don't know what to do now as I have nothing to fall back on" I wept profusely causing the child's sleep to be cut short Bryant, ever so radiant and playful cackled and played with his hands on his mouth. I lifted him up, trying to soothe my sorrows with his ever so charming laughter But as I would say "happiness doesn't last forever" Bryant began to cry. I sensed he was hungry but was too startled and caught off guard to think Breast milk was not an option as I was too frail for that. It would only weaken my health much more I tried to look around to see wether I still had enough baby food to sustain his current outburst As I dilly dallied, his tears and high pitched cries increased "sorry Bryant, I'll be quick okay?" I tried to pacify him, but he was having none of it. Out of confusion, I slipped on a wet rag, hit my head on a sharp edged table and fell to the ground I heard Bryant's wailing intensify has blood oozed from my the cut on my head. I would have considered calling for help, but there was noone else in this area apart from us (Bryant and me) I resigned myself to fate as I passed out "Ella!!! Ella wake up" I heard a familiar voice call out to me. A voice which sounded more like Calvin's. I didn't think he'd come back for me. I was upset, I felt betrayed, but deep down I was happy he came back My head rang like a church's bell, it felt as heavy as one too. I tried opening my eyes though it was almost impossible to do so "you passed out while we were chatting" Calvin said. "chatting? Did I hear him wrongly?" When last did we chat? Is he okay? I tried to recollect what happened before I passed out and remembered, Calvin left me all alone after our heated argument. He wasn't there when I passed out. Something's definitely wrong here