His Wet Nurse

It comes in all forms (47)

"Madame, why aren't they letting me go? It's almost a full day and I'm still stuck in this tiny room. If they found evidence against me then they should take it to court and I need my lawyer." Jema slapped an angry palm on the table. Her face was that of exhaustion and disarray. "All the accusations labeled against me are pointless, they have no right to restrict me for more than twenty-four hours!"

"Yea, they don't and that is why we're pulling you out of here Jema."

A sigh of relief left her immediately as she relaxed back on her back. "Finally! Thank goodness!"

"Don't rejoice yet... you're not going back home, Jema. We're taking you to get help,"

"What? What sort of help?" And then she saw it on Madame's face, bold and clear. "Oh no! Not that again. I'm completely fine, mentally and physically. I do not have any of those illnesses as they claim and besides what right do you have to check me into a psychiatric facility? You're not my guardian neither are you family!"

"I don't have to be any of those, just permission from your grandparents is enough to have me put you away!"

"What have you done? Is this how far you'd go to destroy me?"

"You don't know,"

"Does Theo know about this? Does he know what you're doing behind his back? Restricting his employee? How are you gonna explain my absence when he gets back, huh? Tell me?!" Jema screamed, causing an officer to pop his head through the door just to be certain everything was alright.

"Officer, I need to make a call!" Jema requested boldly, she was done being the good girl.

"Sure, but you can only call one person."

When the officer returned, he waited alongside Madame while Jema dialed her gran-gran. It pained her not knowing Theodore's number off heart. He could've been the best option to help her stop whatever stupid plan Madame and the police were involved in.

"Gran-gran!" Her raspy voice grew anxious. She couldn't wait for the words to be retaliated before diving into her intentions. "I need you to call Ben Craft on my behalf ma, he's Jacob's lawyer and mine as well but I do not have my phone with me. Gran-gran I'm being held hostage—" her eyes flickered to the officer who cleared his throat and furrowed a warning brow at her for using the word hostage.

"Jema, sweetie, your boss told us all about that already. She said you'd call us and ask for help but we shouldn't worry too much because it's—it's the—"

"The what?!" Jema snapped.
She heard her gran-gran shuffle in the background, muttering a question to her husband then her voice came back, louder and clearer.
"The drugs! Yes, the drugs at the hospital make you sick so you don't know what you're saying."

Her neck snapped to the deceitful and conniving woman before her, Jema swore at that point she meant to snap Madame's neck in two. "You wicked wretch!" She cried. "How could you?! How could you say that about me?!" The voices on the phone got louder but Jema was far too distracted to hear her grandparents beckoning for her to calm down. Rather she was determined to get her hands on Madame.

Before anyone could get to her, Jema launched herself like a pro diver, straight at the Madame who didn't see that coming, she landed on the table with her fingers fisted in Madame's carefully styled hair and tugged at it while shuffling to sit upright.

"You witch! I'll rip your gray hairs off before I let you ruin me!!!" Jema fought as Madame struggled to get up from her chair while also yelping in pain as they tore strands of her hair. The officer held Jema from behind, her determination limiting his efforts as she kicked ruggedly at him but alas, he was stronger and he successfully pulled her away from an exasperated Madame.

"Behave yourself or I'll put you in the torture room!!" The officer ordered as he clamped the handcuffs on Jema, linking her to the table.

"She has grown wild! I tell you all, she's mad! A mad woman that's what she is!" Madame repeated with so much fear in her eyes that she'd forgotten she was still sprawled on the floor. The officer went around to help her up, she was trembling all over, sneering back at Jema who didn't blink an eye.

"Goodness!" Madame exclaimed with a hand to her poor chest and another on her now bleeding bald scalp. "She tore it off!" She said with one last glance at Jema before the officer led her out.

When she was all alone, Jema raised her clasped fingers to admire the amount of gray hair she'd ripped off of the crazy woman's head and she was filled with regret at how little they were. At how inconsequential they were to the fact that she was still stuck in the tiny cold room and had no one to come save her. Madame Evana had brainwashed her gullible grandparents, Theodore Newman was across the country and she—had no other allies.

Then the tears came next, hot heart-stopping tears that made her wheeze as she struggled to contain them. What did she ever do to deserve such poor luck in life? Was she such a bad person in her previous one? Or had she not done something right for such misfortunes to always find her?

Her glacier eyes stared intently at the steel cuffs around her wrist, caged like a criminal when she had yet to commit a single crime. Her only crime was ever stepping foot into the Brick mansion, taking up Madame Evana's request, and trusting so much in people. Everyone she knew had let her down, in one way or another, whether they wanted to or not. Her parents for a start held the crown for broken trusts, and failed promises, Jacob only put a nail on it by misleading her, by living a lie. One that now haunted her and was used against her by her so-called family friend.

She looked up when the door cracked open and Detective Gar walked in with a signed letter. He stood before her and read it out, a declaration of guardianship authority passed from her grandparents to her employee who in the meantime was Madame Evana.

If only Theodore was around,

Jema thought as they freed her hands to enable her to follow them out of the premises to her new home.

"Am I allowed to get some of my things from home? I've got nothing else but these clothes on me and I stink," she asked one of the officers sitting in the front. "A little detour wouldn't hurt okay? You'll be there all the while. I just need to change my clothes and kiss my baby goodbye, that's not stretching it, yeah?"

"You are stretching it," came one of their blank responses.

Jema huffed. "You'd deny a mother the right to see her child even for once! What has this world come to? No mercy and empathy at all!"

"You're not his biological mother, ma'am, so just quit it!"
"That doesn't mean anything, he's needed my affection for as long as I can remember and that gives me the right to love him like a mother. It's not only blood that binds people!"

"C'mon woman," the officer on the passenger side turned with a bewildered look and said. "Besides the people who employed you to look after their child have a restraining order against you, so quit hatching your already failed plans,"

"That's impossible! Madame is not my employer. I work for_" again, her words were cut short with yet another hot response.

"Yeah, Commodore Newman, the whole of America knows that. You think he wasn't aware of it?"

She swallowed her next words alongside her saliva as she weighed the truthfulness of their revelation. It was as untrue as the saying that Karma always works, because it never did for her, for Jacob, nor will it come back for Madame. Those were mere fallacies and she'd do well to keep them off her mind.