I'm Still Here: Sequel For 'Step Daddy No'

Chapter 32

Monique wouldn't stop running her mouth about the type of baby I'm gonna have, the type of clothes we're gonna buy and Michael's gonna be extremely happy etc.

We head downstairs and everyone were gathering at the table. The workers haven't even finished setting the table. Well I guess everyone's hungry.

Why isn't Michael back yet?

I shake my head. He's alright you worry too much.

Monique and I sit beside each other. I can feel the gaze of everyone but I ignored it. It's only natural to have sex. So what if they heard.

I look to my left after I feel someone sit beside me. I hope this woman isn't planning on getting clingy. She just smile and I smiled back. So maybe I'm playing a hypocrite, but really I don't like to malice people. Besides she hadn't done anything for me to dislike her. Yet.

I look at Eva and she won't stop smiling. I really love that woman. She's helped mom a lot and she treated me really nice over the years. I never came here, but she visited me at the company and my home.

The workers are done setting the table. They went to whatever chores they now have to do.

“Pray Wendy”. Eva ordered and she did just that. Despite of the fact that I feel eyes piercing through me, I didn't open mine this time. I listened to Wendy prayer and also did a small one of my own for the first time. Praying for Michael and I to live happily ever after, but of course this life isn't a fairytale.

Speaking of listening to Wendy. I remembered the first time she prayed.

In your son Jesus name I pray, forgive those who dwell in evil.

Maybe she was referring to Sara and Debra. Well it doesn't matter. And why do I need to analyse everything? Why do I have to remember every little senario that points to something? It's like my brain wants me to realized everything the way I'm suppose to. Gosh.

Everyone started to eat except for me. I'm just sitting looking at my plate and everyone else eating. It didn't bother Eva or Monique because they already know the situation. What's the point of eating when my body will just rejects it.

I look beside my plate of delicious yet disgusting food and see water and pineapple juice. Pineapple is my favourite fruit. Maybe if I drink something it will stay down.. right? Or maybe I shouldn't and save myself the embarrassment of running from the table to vomit.

Where is Michael? He should be here by now. I look at Eva. I guess she saw my worried expression because she just sent me an assuring smile. I don't know if it meant that I'll be fine or that Michael is OK. I mentally rolled my eyes. As if she can read minds.

I sigh and take up the pineapple juice, listening to the clings and clangs of fork and knives. I guess no one is in the mood to talk.

SMASH!

I got startled and so did everyone else when the glass fell from my hands and mashed, but not before some of it spilled on me. “I'm so sorry Akeilia. I was just gonna excuse myself for the bathroom. I never meant to-”. F*ck*ng great.

“Wendy... Don't worry about it”. Save me the fake ass apology. I took up a few napkins wiping myself off. I don't feel any wetness at all on my skin. It's as if the liquid didn't seep through the jeans. This material is good. I like it.

“Akeilia”. She softly said and I look up at her. My anger lessen after she look at me with pleading eyes. As if telling me to believe that she didn't do it on purpose. And for a stupid reason I believe her. I hate that about me. Whenever I feel that someone is telling the truth, I just let my guard down and feel forgiving.