Angel Of Mine – Episode 10

Angel of mine

By Amanda Mofiat

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Hubby went out on a business trip and this is day 1. My mother is leaving in a few days to come because she has to take care of some business back home. You see this is what things should be like, my mother-in law visiting us for few days and going back as soon as she can, not her staying with us for more than a month. Anyway the good news is that, I have finally managed to turn my mother-in law against her son or is it the other way round. Either way what I am trying to say is that hubby and my mother had to believe my fake story about me losing my child.

Oh no I was yet to celebrate with Tiffany, I didn’t want my mother to know that I was lying to her; she will never trust me again. I needed as many allies as I could get to destroy mother and son relationship. Right now I just can’t wait for my mother to leave the house so that I could resume my evil plans. I want to make that woman suffer; I want her to wish that if only she wasn’t born none of these things would be happening to her. The next following day, I wake up early in the morning and I guess my mother-in law is still sleeping. I walk to the kitchen and mind you it’s around 4am. I really need someone to clean the house and that person; it wasn’t going to be me after all I am still recovering for the loss of my unborn child.

I took a bottle of water in the fridge and it is cold, I am referring to the weather. I walk upstairs to her room; she needs to clean the house. I open her door and she is fast asleep. I switch on the lights and pour the cold water on her. She wakes up with a scream and I laugh out so loudly. You should have seen her trembling with the coldness; it was a fun sight to see.

‘Emily.’

‘Come on, wake up. My mother will be up very soon, she needs something to eat and you need to clean the house.’

She gets up from the bed without saying anything and struggles to walk to her suitcase since her leg is still hurting her and I haven’t got the chance to check her wound, well I am not the one who got hit by a car. What was she thinking when she got hurt?

‘Be fast please. I will be waiting for you downstairs.’

‘Okay,’ she responds and I get out of her room.

She honestly needs to start cleaning the house before mum wakes up because she might need something to eat. I make myself comfortable on the sofa and switch on the television while my mother-in law has started cleaning the house. Oh no I could have been helping her but I am not feeling well, I am still recovering from the loss. Hubby had called checking up on me and he never asked about his mother, if she was okay and stuff. He must hate her right now.

‘Clean that part,’ I instructed her, ‘make it shiny.’

She does as I say and she is struggling to walk. I am not feeling pity for her right now. Anyway she was supposed to go and get her wound checked by the doctor but I honestly don’t have time to go with her to the hospital. And Jamal never told me to take good care of her and so I might as well do whatever I please with her, she is not my mother after all.

‘Can’t you be faster?’

‘I am not feeling well,’ she says with a sad tone.

‘And so what? So if you are not feeling well, you can’t clean the house?’

‘No, I will be done shortly and start preparing breakfast.’

‘You better be done before my mother wakes up. Isn’t it you were the one who wanted to help with the household chores? This is what you will be doing until I recovery. You are the main reason why I lost this child and so we can’t do anything about that. Can we? Mother-in law,’ I say with a smirk.

She didn’t respond and maybe that was best for her. I left her and went to my room; she had to be done with the cleaning before mum wakes up because she loves having her breakfast early in the morning. So maybe you might be asking yourselves so many questions, questions like why aren’t I letting her go back at the village? Why didn’t I stop Jamal when he wanted to go back with her? Well it’s because once I am done with this woman, she will think twice about coming over to her son’s home.

Fast forward my mother finally went back to Canada after making sure that I was okay. She asked Tiffany to take good care of me. Oh yes Tiffany was going to take good care of me. It’s early in the morning and I am supposed to go to work. I haven’t seen my mother-in law anyway nearby and I am getting late for work. The house is in such a mess because last night I was drinking and she was supposed to clean it. They are dirty plates in the kitchen and I am not at all pleased by this. I won’t call out her name but I will fetch some cold water and walk to her room. Just pouring that water on her face will do her good and that’s exactly what I did. I walked inside her room and she was sitting on the bed.

‘You haven’t made me breakfast,’ I say rudely.

‘I am not feeling well Emily.’

I laugh out loud. She is not feeling well, really? I am not buying her story, she is becoming lazy and I won’t let that happen in my own house. She is the one who decided to move in with us. It’s her job to clean the house, wash the dishes and cook for me. I won’t tolerate this kind of laziness and nonsense from her.

‘Come on get up,’ I pull her by her hand, ‘you are not feeling well my foot. Witches don’t get sick and so what’s fucken wrong with you?’

She gets up slowly and seriously she just wants to piss me off. I want to have something to eat before going to work.

‘Be fast,’ I say clapping my hands.

She is being too slow; I am not going to leave the house if it hasn’t been cleaned by her. What if someone visits and the house is in such a mess. I don’t have time to clean it since I am supposed to go to work but she stays at home doing nothing that simple means that she is the one who is supposed to be the one doing all the household chores. She manages to dress up and we walk out of her room. She is walking slowly and I am following behind. I push her and she stumbles and fall.

‘Get up!’ I shout, ‘You were supposed to wake up early but you over slept. I have to be at work and there is nothing to eat. Cook something for me.’

‘Okay,’ she responds and gets up.

I sit on the sofa and trust me I am waiting for that breakfast. By the way I am not even supposed to go to work but I just want her to cook the breakfast for me because I have to go and see Doctor Pravan. I have to give him his money and thanking him for helping me out. If it wasn’t for him, Jamal wouldn’t hate his mother right now. So anyway my mother-in law finishes off preparing breakfast, she places the plate on the glass table. It looks nice but I am not going to eat it. I grab the plate and throw the food on the floor. Did you really think that I was going to eat her food? She could have poisoned me for goodness sake, I will never eat what she cooks and that’s a fact.

‘So you thought I was going to eat your food? I am not going to eat but you are going to eat it,’ I say to her and she looks at me, ‘Why are you looking at me like that? You heard what I said; eat the food on the floor.’

I mean like seriously, wasn’t she the one who cooked the food. From the floor she was going to eat it because there was no way that I was going to allow her to throw it in the bin after all she isn’t even working for the grocery. Is she? She just stood there and I am staring at her. She has to eat the food or she isn’t having any supper tonight.

‘I knew it,’ I said getting up, ‘you did put something in that plate right? Do you want to ki*ll me?’ I said forcefully grabbing her by her arm.

‘Emily, please.’

‘Please what. You are refusing to eat what you cooked because you had poisoned me right? I knew it.’

‘Emily, I am…’

Before she finishes off her sentence, I slap her hard across the cheek. She falls down on the floor and screams. I don’t know why she is screaming, I mean who cares.

‘Emily, my leg. Please help me,’ she begs me and it’s the same leg that got hurt when she was knocked down by the car.

She was supposed to go for a checkup but who was going to accompany her? Me? Oh please we all know that I want her dead and her wound on the leg looks terrible. Maybe it was better if she was going to die because of it. As she is pleading with me to help her get up, with tears streaming down on her cheeks, I just smile while walking out of the house. She will find a way to get up and clean the house. I walk to my car and get inside. I drive off to Tiffany’s house not caring of what will happen to my mother-in law. She is the one who agreed to come with her son and she shall be the one to beg her son to take her back but that’s after I have taught her a lesson that she will never forget. These mother-in laws think that they can mistreat us, my side I attacked her first before she could do so.

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This is work of fiction.

Amy