Accidental Love Again ( Book 2)

Back to the Mansion

I heard a knock on the door and I ask who's there ? and it was my maid Gloria, getting up from the bed I walk to the door . I unlock the door and said , " What happened ?

" My apologize, Madam Natalie your Mother Madam Kathy is here. "

" Oh, Where is she ?

" Madam, she is sitting in the living room and she is asking for you . "

I totally forgot about that , Mom was coming today, because of James Now a days, I forgetting about everything is I think I need a take a appointment of my therapist again.

I told Gloria to tell mom that I'm coming. She went out and I turn around and move towards the closet and my walk-in closet greeted me with the smell of lavender. Hanging rods held Chanel suits and dresses side by side. Shelves displayed sweaters of every color from peach to cranberry. I brushed my hand over a pink sweater. The cashmere was soft as a cloud. I throw the sweater on me and made my way out of my bedroom . Walking into the long hallway I was thinking about James I am hoping that he just didn't go to the cemetery again but deep down i know he went there because he can't think about anything else except for her .

She ruined my life before her death and now after her death James wasn't the same . I hate her God will burn her in hell .

When I reach at the living room and gaze down on the sofa and Mom was sitting there reading a magazine .

" Mom ! she gaze upon on me and immediately place the magazine aside and got up and threw arms around me. I hugged her tight and tried to not cry.

" How you doing my baby ?

" Mom , I missed you sorry I didn't remember you are coming today from your trip "

" It's fine, have a seat and tell me how you and James doing ?

I sat down myself down next to mom . I ask mom what she wants to have ? She said ," A black coffee would be good . "

" Okay , GLENN ! WHERE ARE YOU ?

Mom start asking me about James and where is he ? call him and she wants to see him . I start panicking how am I gonna answer all these question.

" Where is he ? and why are you not calling him? tell him I want to see him and I wasn't going to stay tonight . "

" Why ? Mom you just come now and you are talking about going back at least you can stay for dinner."

" I have to go baby, you know I have flight for DC tonight but I will visit you soon. I just want to see you both together."

I choked on the tears that were gushing uncontrollably down my face. " Mom ! ," I let out through my gasps for air.

" What happened Natt ! why are you crying my baby ?

James POV

In the last photograph of her, the wound looked like a cheerful summer rose arranged just above her left ear. A few petals had fallen on the white shroud she was wrapped in before she was laid to rest. For a minute, I can feel it: the sense of peace as my mind goes quiet, like I'm already dead. I am weightless and free. Nothing and no one to fear, not even myself.

The idea began to sink in, more than it ever had, that I might be crazy, in the traditional sense of the word. That I might be, forever and ever amen, a Crazy Person. That's what we'd suspected all along, what I'd been working so hard to disprove, what might be true. I preferred, by far, being dead . . . .

Suddenly, I felt a hand on my shoulder and I snapped open and lazily lifted my head up and rubbing my eyes with my knuckles . I got my vision back and saw Robert was standing there.

" What is the matter ? and where am I? I tried to recognized the place but all I could see is neon lights flashing in my eyes and music was playing in the background. Then I remember I was at bar, Glancing around I saw the rest of the bar was equally drab and tasteless. Dim bulbs behind red-tasseled lamp shades barely illuminated each of a dozen maroon vinyl booths, which marched along one wall toward the murky front windows. Chipped Formica tables anchored the booths in place. Opposite the row of booths was a long, scarred wooden bar with uncomfortable-looking stools. Behind the bar, sitting on glass shelves in front of a cloudy mirror, were endless rows of bottles, each looking as forlorn as the folks for whom they waited.

I caught the strong odors of liquor and tobacco smoke, and the weaker scents of cleaning chemicals and vomit. In one of the booths , two heads bobbed with the movement of mug-clenching fists. A scrawny bartender with droopy eyelids picked his teeth with a swizzle stick and chatted quietly with a woman seated at the bar. Otherwise the bar was empty. I was sitting on a bar stool and sipping a shot of Jack Daniel's washed down by a cold bottle of beer is an impeccable routine. I cannot think of a better ritual.

" Mr.James, I think we should leave it's late. " Robert said

" What ! say that again Robert I can't hear you."

" Mr.James Mr.Andrew is calling me from past an hour and he want me to take you to the mansion."

" OH ! So My murder family wants to see me . . . Well long time no see them. "

" Mr.James, you drink a lot!

l sigh and took another shot and swallow a strong taste of alcohol I wiped my mouth with coats sleeves.

" I am fine Robert , and don't worry about me let's go meet with my dear family." I said to Robert while getting up from the stool.

I left the cash on the counter for my drinks and began my walk out of the bar. Robert was walking behind me and As I stepped outside of the bar, it was raining Robert open the car door for me and I get in the backseat of the car. Robert got in the driver seat and start driving.

Rain makes me feel less alone. All rain is, is a cloud- falling apart, and pouring its shattered pieces down on top of you. It makes me feel good to know I'm not the only thing that falls apart . It makes me feel better to know other things in nature can shatter.

In about an hour and half , we reach at the mansion, Robert pulled the car over to the right wing of the mansion and he parked the car on the driveway because I told him to do. He hop out of the car and walking around the car he opened the car door for me.

As I stepped out of the car and gaze up on around saw Andrew's car's parked there and Of course my dear mothers car. I took the car keys from Robert and told him to stay.

I began my walk, approaching the right wing door. There was burning sensation of rage getting all over my body . As I pushed the door and step inside the hallway. The hallway was empty not a single voice was coming.