Chapter 8

I could not remember falling asleep but I woke up and looked at the time in the little white ceramic clock on the nightstand next to me. It read seven thirty I blinked trying to shake the foggy feeling from my brain. My left wrist still trobbed but but not as much as it did last night. I needed painkillers and I reminded myself to take some from the medicine cabinet before I went downstairs. The white towel was still draped over me and it slid down revealing my full breast as I stood on the edge of the bed waiting for my brain to be less foggy. Walking to  the closet where my clothes were. My closet was filled with expensive clothing by designers who I would think about wearing in my life as Farrah. Geez, and so much pink all of these clothes felt out of place to me. they were so form fitting and shanky. Did I really use to dress like this? Being a mother really changed me. 

Taking a pink sweater with a considerable  neck line I pulled it over me. I couldn't fathom putting on a bra because of my wrist and my nipples poked through. I found  my underwear in the draw below. They were all thongs and lacy and I cursed myself for being such a slut before I was pregnant. I found a black one, pulled it on and then found a white fitted jeans. I look at myself in the full length mirror. The clothes felt and looked a little snug. I wasn't as skinny as I was five years ago but my curves were more defined. I'm thick in all the right places.  I tried fixing the curly mess that was my hair but my wrist hindered me so much I just ran my good hand through it and let it fall like a lion mane around my red puffy check. My eyes were still slightly puffy but they  didn't look as bad as I expected.

I took two painkillers from the medicine cabinet and walked downstairs to the kitchen.

"Mommy!" Bria shouted she was sitting by the dining table eating breakfast  eggs and bacon with a bagel and some cream cheese on it. with Sylvia next to her. I walked up to her and kissed her on her forehead. 

"Hi, my love." I then hugged her, inhaling her scent. Gosh, I missed her so much.

"Morning, Sylvia," I said, acknowledging Sylvia she got up from her chair and hugged me.

"I'm so glad you are home." She whispered in my ears.

"Mommy, what wrong with your hand." Bria asked pointing at bandage wrist as she bit into her bagle Sylvia saw it too and gently lift it to have a look at it

"It's all right hunny. Mommy was just clumsy." I replied to her Sylvia still looked at it though and asked if I took any pain medication for it. I nodded and told her it's just sprained and that Michael bandaged it last night.

I sat down next to Bria and Sylvia asked if I wanted breakfast. I shook my head and I couldn't eat anything. I was afraid I would throw up again. Nate was still very fresh in my brain. I just asked for a cup of black coffee to try and still my queasy stomach. Bria was telling about how big her new bedroom was and there was a big doll house and lots of Barbies which she played dressed up with Sylvia yesterday.

"I missed you mummy. I wanted to play doll house with you." Bria said causing me to feel sad she probably was so worried. I touch her full cheeks.

"I missed you too baby and I can't wait to play doll house with you." I told her sipping my black coffee.

"Mommy, these eggs taste funny. I liked your eggs better." Bria declared as she fussed with it on her plate. I giggled at her cute fussy face.

"I would make eggs for you tomorrow."  I replied and her face lit up

"I didn't know you cooked." Michael said as he walked into the kitchen causing me to jump. My heart started racing as he walked closer to me and Bria.

"Morning Bria," he addressed our daughter. She was still shy around him blushing and he stooped down by her and asked her how was her morning and if she was enjoying her toy in her new room. Bria giggled and if I wasn't a prisoner here I wouldn't think this would be a very normal morning and Michael would come over me and kissed me and asked me how I slept but I was just useful for him now and he wanted to get rid of me when he finished using me to gain Bria's trust.

Michael had on his regular attire his well fitted white versace shirt and black tailored pants that showed this perfectly shaped glutes. I try not to stare at how snug to his shirt fitted him.  I  could see every one of his muscles flexing as he talked to Bria. He would let his eyes wander to me once in a while as he scanned my attire and the lone cup of coffee I drank. As I tried not to make it too obvious that I was staring at him interacting with Bria.

"I'm going to show mummy my doll house, and we are going to play with my new dolls." Bria was rambling to her father. He was patiently listening to her.

"Well after you meet your private tutor." Michael informed her

"What a private tutor mummy?" Bria turned to me with a quizzical look on her face.

"A private tutor is like Mrs Williams but you have her all to yourself." I replied to Bria and she furrowed her brows and then turned back to her father. 

No"I don't want a private tutor. I want to go to school and be with Mrs Williams and my best friend Sadie."  She started fussing and got up from her chair and ran to me when Michael told her that she would not be going to her usual school again.

"But I want to play with Sadie," Bria hugged on to me and cried on my shoulders. I tried shushing her and rubbing her back as she threw her little tatum.

Michael had his eyes on me although he was speaking to  Sylvia.

He came up to me and placed his hand on my shoulders and stooped down to face Bria. He was so close and he smelt so good like one of  his expensive cologne.

"Can you just meet your tutor for me please, Bria and I will give you anything you like." He pleaded with her. 

"No!" She shook her tiny head at him, her brown wavy hair tousling like whips hitting me on my face and his.

"What about for mummy." I asked Bria.

She looked at me and I pinched her cute little nose. She giggled 

"Okay, but you have to promise you're coming to play dolly house with me after." I nodded 

"Yay." She squealed and Michael lifted her up from me and handed her to Sylvia. I blew her a kiss as she left the room.

"What are you doing?" Michael asked his voice harshly as he furrowed his brushy yet trimmed brow at me.

"What do you mean?" He came up so close to me that my breasts practically touched his firm chest.

"I'm trying to sever this attachment." His green snake eyes watched me swirling with that angry glare.

"She  is my daughter, you think one day would make her unattached to me?" I pushed away dismissing him. I didn't want to show him I was scared anymore. I had to be my usual self that fiery half latina he fell in love with.

He pulled me to face him as he watched me. He was beginning to say something when we both heard a voice cleared behind us.

We both turned to the direction of the sound. There was a young woman with thick blonde curls and a form fitted pink body con dress and matching high heel. She looked so much like me well if I wore a ton of makeup. I am trying to say an Instagram version of myself. She walked up to Michael and I and stretched out her hands to me.

"Hi, I am Kiara Michael's girlfriend and you must be Valentina, his corpse bride. I have heard so much about you."