Chapter 6

  Usher's point of view.

'Mom, what are we going to do? She is afraid of me', I said to my mother. 'You have to give her some time. We have to make her feel comfortable then we can get to know her story. We have to be patient with her', she advised.

     I decided to keep quiet and continued typing on my laptop.

'So how is everything with your app?'

'An American company has signed a contract to invest in the delivery app I am working on. It's going to be the best and can compete with the other delivery apps on the market'.

    'That's good honey'.

Silence started lurking between us. I was cross-checking and making sure there was no bug in the coding. It had to be just perfect before the day of launching which is hopefully next month.

    'Usher, I have something very important to tell you', Cynthia came running down the stairs. My mother and I looked at her in readiness to hear whatever she had to say. 'Go ahead'. She sat on the couch next to my mother. 'I think I get why the girl is so scared of you and it has nothing to do with you', she said breathing heavily in between because of the little running she just did to get here.

     'We are listening'.

She narrated everything to us. I was sad and angry at the same time. My mother and I kept gasping whenever we heard any outrageous thing her Uncle and his family did to her. No wonder she was getting panic attacks everytime she saw me. She was going through all this alone. My mother covered her mouth after after Cynthia finished narrating everything. She probably couldn't imagine how a young girl could survive all this. We all felt nothing but sympathy for the poor girl.

  'I can't believe how evil some people could be. Even your own family members can be so wicked', my mother said with her voice shaking. 'I am glad we were able to find her and give her all the love and help she is missing. I am not going to rush her to trust me or anything. I know she will realize that not everyone is a good-for-nothing like her uncle. I am going to show her love and give her every reason to be very comfortable around me.

   'We need to get her professional help. She needs a psychologist to help her with the trauma', my mother suggested.

    'I know a very good private mental health clinic. They are experts at their work', I added.

There was a moment of thought before my mother replied,'I don't know, don't you think it will be expensive?' I laughed at my mother. She looked confused about what she said that made me laugh so hard. It's funny that she thinks money is a problem for us anymore. We have struggled so much with it that she now thinks times are the same. I have enough money to even waste but it's better to use it to help someone than just use it to obtain properties that don't only benefit me.

   'Oh I see. You have forgotten that I am not used to all this luxury huh?'

   I stopped laughing and tried to catch my breath. 'You have to get used to it because very soon the building of my company will be complete and I will no longer be depending on other companies to invest in my work. The day I launch my app will be the day I will have the grand opening of the company so I think you better start adjusting to the new life because you are never going to know what needing money is like'.

   'Okay, I get it you are wealthy now back to the issue at hand. You can contact the psychologist but for now we need to talk to her and get to know her personally. Get to know some basic information about her but get her to open up gradually'.

   'And also report those child abusers to the Police. We know how slow justice is served in this country so the sooner the better', I continued. I mean it, those people will pay dearly.