MariGold's POV
“are you sure you're okay to go? Work is stressful Eliza” I warned as she was wearing her shoes
“I'm doing this for Wilbur” she replied and stood upright
“what makes you think he'll come today?” I asked and walked out of the house, she followed me out
“he'll come” she said adamantly
“Eliza, please stay. I don't want you to stress yourself today. You know what? If I see him, I'll tell him about you and I'll beg him to fix a day to see you” I said and hoped she'll accept that and stay inside. For crying out loud her temperature can boil an egg
“promise me”
“I promise. That's if I see him” i said with conviction
She nodded
“ I'm actually feeling cold. I gotta take my medicine. Bye” she said and ran back inside. I chuckled and went home. Which was a big mistake. I would have just gone straight to work but I needed my jacket
‘‘you this idiot! Come here you fool” auntie Denny yelled at me
“what did I do?” I asked feeling a little scared
She threw a stool at me and it hit my leg. I winced and ran from her
‘‘you thought I wouldn't find out how much you get? You've been lying to me”
I stood close to the kitchen door
“auntie what are you talking about?” I asked, feeling the intense pain in my right leg
“your work place. You collect 500 peso. Every week. You've been cheating me with over 300 peso. Do you know what I could have done with that amount!”
“what? You're scolding me over my own money!” I yelled and she slapped me. I perceived the strong smell of rum.
Great! She's drunk. For crying out loud it's too early to drink!
“you're done with that stupid job! You're not leaving this house today” she stated and left. I sighed sadly. My cheek was stinging hot.
I blinked off the stubborn tears that were trying to seep out even though I didn't want to cry.
I leaped to my room. Took my jacket and was about heading out of my room when I saw that my leg had swollen really bad. The surface was pure red and it was so hard like dry clay.
I sat down on my bed and took my balm. I applied it gently on it because it hurt real bad.
No wonder my leg felt heavy.
I have to go to work today whether I like it or not. First, because of Eliza and second because I want to disobey my auntie.
I'm not a teenager that she can control here and there. In fact, teenagers can't be controlled the way she's controlling me.
For Christ sake I'm 22.
I stood up, pocketed the balm and held my jacket and dragged my leg out
I looked for any sign of her but she was not around. I headed out of the slums with more than ten people asking me about my leg
When I got out, I knew how hard it would be for me to get to the bus station. My leg got worse
“I should have stayed back home” I muttered to myself. I looked back and decided to just head on because the strength used in going back home is equivalent to the one I'd use in getting to the bus station.
I began to drag my heavy leg. The pain was increasing and the swell was not decreasing.
At certain points, I groaned and gritted my teeth.
As I got into the street, I wished I had money so I could enter a taxi but I had none in my hand. All my savings were safe with Eliza where witch aunt won't lay a finger on.
A car gently slowed down beside me and I stopped walking. Within me, I didn't want it to be stopping for me. I didn't want disturbance.
I continued to leap away though slowly of course when the car moved forward and it's window slid down
“Gold”
Oh great
Just great
I stopped walking and stared into the set of brown pupils that stared at me.
The door opened and I shrieked and moved back. So doors can open by themselves?
“get in” he said
“what?”
“come in” he said and nudged his head.
I pouted. I don't wanna
Then Eliza came into my mind. I heaved and open the door wider then got in
“good morning” I greeted as I sat in. I didn't look at him but I heard him chuckle.
The door closed and I was tempted to ask how's that possible. But I overcame that temptation
“how are you doing?” he asked as he was getting back into the road.
But how the heck is this guy so free going about?
I thought celebs don't move freely
I was thinking about what type of celebrity he was and I forgot to answer him. I think that didn't make him happy
“you know if you keep ignoring me like that I'm going to take a step that would be best for both of us” he said with a tight face
“I think you should just do it. Take the step” I said.
“okay” he replied and stopped the car. He brought out his phone and began to make a phone call
“hello. Beth, book me a flight to London today. And call Luke to get the penthouse suite there ready. Good. Call me when you've booked it” then he hung up and dropped the phone and started the car
“so that's the step that's good for us. You traveling to London. Ugh! Rich people always want to show off. What concerns me and you leaving the country? Is it because I can't? And you feel it's nice to flaunt that in my face. I just hate you people!”
I have a big mouth that needs taming
“so that's what you think of me?” he said calmly
“I'm sorry I didn't mean to say that” I apologized and rubbed the top of my swollen flesh. His eyes moved down there and he stared at it for like 2.5 seconds
“what happened to your leg?”
“a stool fell on it” I replied
“you're sure you can go to work with that?”
“if I wasn't sure, I wouldn't have left the house” I replied and looked out the window
Wilbur's POV
This girl is the most savage girl I've ever encountered
Even Eduardo doesn't make me feel this bad. I don't mean to boast but, this girl's taking me for granted. Look at how she's talking to me
I wish I had listened to Eduardo. This girl is a regret. Maybe I should stop coming around her.
But to be honest I don't even know how I'm coming around her. I just keep seeing her and I can't ignore her. Why?
After I called Beth, I wanted to tell her that after that trip I wouldn't come around her anymore but she spoke before I could even tell her.
“here. You can go now” I said as I pulled over by the same place I picked her up yesterday
She tried to open the door but it was still locked
“the door is still locked” she muttered
“yes. That's because I haven't opened it. And when I do and you walk away then that's the last I'll see you. And even if I see you, I don't know you. You think I just want to move around some dirty poor girl because I want to flaunt myself? You think I'm just jobless and that's why I always want to give you a lift? You're just taking me for granted and I hate that. Since you don't like me, fine, I'll do what's best for both of us. You can just get out of my car and forget that I ever wanted to be your friend”
She blinked her eyes repeatedly and looked like she didn't get all what I had said
I opened the door
“get out Marigold” I stated and she sighed and gently stepped out. I looked at her leg then looked away. I closed my door and watched her leap slowly on the sidewalk.
I felt a little bad for speaking that way but then I felt it was the right thing. If someone is trying to throw your personality under their feet, you put them in their right places.
I started my car and turned it around and drove off not looking back at her. I didn't even look at the rearview mirror.
As I drove, I remembered the message I got last night from HR Modelling Agency. They wanted to sign me in as a model. I would be going there straight
It's funny. Last night when I got that message I thought God wanted to reward me for doing good to Marigold. I thought she was the good luck that was rubbing off on me.
Well, it's so long to her now.