Its being 5 years but the scar was an open wound that refused to heal, constantly widening like an open sea drowning him in.
Going ahead to become a self acclaimed novelist and written a book or two, his sadness made him a lonely man, even his books and writing didn’t give him peace and whenever he shuts his eyes he saw Damien smiling at him and screaming “ I am flying brother”
“I wish, I had flown with you or better still I wish you were here and I would gladly have taken your place” Adam stood at his grave, placing a flower there he sighed “I miss you brother so much, mother too. Even the old bat does too. I am so sorry”’ he cried.
Its being five long years and nothing had changed. Nothing .
His father still hated him worse than he had ever done, and he shared the same sentiments, he wanted to go far away.. but he couldn’t. His mother was the only family he had left and she was sick and needed care.
The doctors had told them to take her to the elder-lies home but she had refused, he too didn’t want her to go away from him. Gerald spent less and less time at home and wouldn’t have cared either way but he didn’t push when she said she didn’t want to go to any hospital or any old people’s home and if she had to die she would die in her house.
The only other solution was to get a stay-in nurse to look after her. In the space of 6 months 12 nurses had come and left in a few days or weeks.
Either they couldn’t cope with the demands of his mother or they couldn’t stand the heat of him and his father’s quarrels which could literally burn anyone that tried to come between them. He didn’t blame them.. he too sometimes had to go away for days to cool off, hoping by the time he was back his father had gone for one of his many trips.
He was sure the hospital were tired of sending them new nurses every now and then.
The money his father was paying to them was fat, but sometimes peace of mind and a sane environment was better than a few thousands in one’s pocket. No wonder they all left the minute Gerald or him transferred their aggression on them.
And he hoped that the nurses too would take a hint and stay out of their business and face their job, he wanted someone to take care of his mother not play advocate for him and his father. he knew his mother tried to make them do it, tried to make them get him and his father to come talk to her together but it always ends up backfiring or getting any of the nurses .
Adam sighed as he stared at his brother’s grave “I wish you were here brother.. I didn’t get to tell you I love you that day, I hope you know I do”
The only light in his little darkness was his mother and he was not going to let it go out, if it did he would die..literally a thousand more deaths than the one he did when Damien did.
Marybeth drops down from the cab that took her to her new residence of work. She whistled seeing the huge mansion facing her.. “Damn!! I guess this people must be totally loaded” she says to herself
It took a while before securities let her in after going through credentials and needed info
“crap I am just a nurse and you are searching me and asking me so many questions as though I am a sister to Bin Laden” she snaps
“sorry ma”am, just needed precaution” the security tells her
“well I would understand if whoever owns this place was a mayor or something. I mean come on that’s my lipstick and don’t touch my panties” she slaps his hands away from touching her underwear as she grabs her red lipstick from him “really?” she looks at him
“sorry ma’am, go right ahead”
“thank you”!! she replies walking in
“I hope she doesn’t run away like the others, that house is a war zone when the boss and his son are around. Hate to be in her shoes..” she overhears him talking to his buddy. She didn’t stand to listen to his reply.
The butler ushers her in and shows her into her room, then he takes her to go see the lady of the house, as she realized she is called
“So, who is the boss of this sweet place?” she tries to make small talk with the butler who didn’t look as though he knew how to smile, he was cold just like the house. Despite how beautiful it was, it still lacked that warmth of a home.
“MR Pope is the master of the house ma’am and he has a son, Mr Adams, it would be best you stay clear from both of them if you want to work here. That advice is free.” he says
“Really?” she scoffs “why is that..are they like the zombies, pray tell ?”
“Your humor is not welcomed here ma’am’’ he frowns, knocking twice before opening a door, to reveal a woman, who looked small and frail on the bed, staring into nothing but dancing candles on the wall
“Miss Stowe, this is Mrs Thelma Pope, the lady of the house and she is the one to which you are to render your services to as an in-nurse. All you need to know about her health I believe you would have been briefed at the hospital and if you require any information please go through her charts by her foot head. Anything else, please do let me know. I must warn you…patience is a necessity but she is quite a lovely woman when she is herself” and with that he leaves
Marybeth walks to her, she didn’t move nor acknowledge as though she realized someone had walked into the room, she sits down beside her and carefully takes her hands and holds it
“Hello Thelma, is it okay if I call you Thelma? My name is Marybeth Stowe, your new nurse, but you can call me Marybeth?” she said, rubbing her palm
Slowly thelma’s eyes shifts away from the wall and focuses on her
“Yes ..that’s it. Hello ?”” Marybeth says
“Who are you?”
“ I am here to take care of you Mrs Pope, is that okay?”
“ It doesn’t matter.. you would soon leave just like the others. You know, he doesn’t come to visit me or check on me.. and the other one, his eyes are so sad ..so, so sad when he reads to me”
“ Who is he Thelma “?
“Gerald.. he is away again isn’t he? And Adam..Adam is so quiet so sad.. Damien, oh my sweet boy..” she said
The boss and the Son ok, but who was Damien? the butler didn’t mention any Damien. Was this woman crazy? Marybeth wondered, they told her she was coming to help a woman who had stroke and had been bed ridden for years, they didn’t tell her she was coming to play shrink to a woman who has gone COO-COO!!’
Then she heard their voices, bitter and angry and glass shattering.
“what the hell?” she mutters
“Again..they are at it again.” the woman sobs “make them stop please, Damien doesn’t like them fighting”
What the hell did she just walk into?
“I am sorry, if your family are having issues I best stay out of it. That’s not why I am here’’
“please..” she sobs
Sighing Marybeth stepped out . She shouldn’t have. She shouldn’t have listened
“Who the hell are you?” The younger man thunders her way when she came into view,
She looks up to see the coldest pairs of eyes she had ever seen
“Stowe, Marybeth stowe. The Nurse’’
“Get out from my sight, even your presence makes me feel sick” it was the older man who spoke.
Her mother used to say her stubbornness and sharp mouth would put her in trouble one day, she just never knew when.
“I would appreciate it if you don’t talk to me that way Mr” she says
“And please you both should keep your voices down because Mrs Thelma needs peace not two grown men bailing at each other’’
And with that she turned and left the men staring at her shocked.