DON’T HURT ME
I’M A vir-gin💦
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✍️ Epilogue ✍️
*7 years later*
“Have you checked in with security?” I ask, Mrs Gilbert, a quiet sweet old woman kind enough to have wanted to do this; to take care of the children all the way throu-gh the holidays.
“Yes,” she nods vigilantly.
“And the food and pres£nt? Is there enough for everyone?” I ask her even though I made sure there was, but its always good to double check.
“Yes, ma’am, quite enough. The children shan’t ever be hungry again.” Mrs Gilbert says.
I smile.” I know. I hope not.” I say as I begin to pack the files into my briefcase.
“Let me help you, ma’am.” Mrs Gilbert offers. And even though I’ve mentioned time and time for her to st©p referring in such term, she still insists.
However, I have learnt to ignore the awkwardness of it and the fact that she is about twenty years older, so I am the one who’s supposed to be calling her ma’am not the other way around.
I let her help pack the stuff I will nee-d for next two week holiday. When every important do¢v-ment has been shoved in my briefcase along with packing the contents which belonged in my accessory bag, Mrs Gilbert then begins to tidy up my desk, despite my protests.
“Thank you.” I reluctantly let her. And the woman just smiles warmly at me.
“I should be the one thanking you. Ever since you c@m£ here, a lot has changed and for the better too. Goldings Orphan Home hasn’t been this merrier before, the excitement rallies in the children, they’re very grateful.”
I grin, her remark filling with much warmth inside. Of course she speaks truth. When I was pres£nted with this Home, I was appalled at the lack of staff, the impoverishment of the children and mostly the condition the building was in.
I started working on it instantly the next day and I didn’t rest until everything was in set; until I made sure that the nee-ds of the children we met, as well as improving the staff and the building, because then the Home could focus on the more important issue and that was aiding those poor, unfortunate children.
So to hear Mrs Gilbert’s words, well she has just made my day brighter.
I know the time isn’t in my hands because its almost evening and I’m expected to be home safe and sound for this Christmas eve, but I just can’t yet leave without ma-king sure everything will be set for the fortnight of my abs£nce.
I linger a little bit longer in my quaint but warm small office gifted to me by Sir Lord Golding himself, the foun-der of this establishment. He is one of the most respected man whose philanthropic heart has him doing all things for the good of others. Since his retirement, he’s spent his time dedicated in opening and creating charities works all around the globe, for the benefits of children.
That’s where he met, Jeremy, at one of the social events. Since I graduated college few years back, I have had my heart set on children. For the few months after my graduation I had decided to teach preschool children, but soon had to quit the position when I fell pregnant. That was when I decided from then on, I would be a dedicated mother.
I didn’t want a nanny prior to Jeremy’s insistence, I wanted to experience motherhood and all of its up and downs. So I quit work for a while and bec@m£ a temporary housewife, until last month when Jeremy told me about Sir Lord Goldings and how he was looking for someone to rejuvenate one of his Home since it had become neglected when the previous manager had quit.
The home had been neglected for a year without Sir Lord Goldings’s knowledge since he was out of the country with other projects.
When he returned and found out, well let’s say he wasn’t too happy about it.
Jeremy, told him about me, and one thing led to another and so here I am: the manager of this home.
Jeremy knows about my dream to have my own Homes and so he thought this will be a great experience before he could actually gift me with my very own.
Even though he consistently acknowledges how I am very much capable of handling everything, I still want to experience handling it first. This Home, at first, proved to be a challenge but by the love I continued to get from the staff and children, well I am becoming too attached to want to leave it.
“Ma’am, its half past six.” Mrs Gilbert pu-lls me out of my reverie. I instantly snap to attention and inwardly cuss at the time.
Giving her one last goodbye I head out of my office, greeted and farewell by a few staff I happen to pas-s by and then I exist the Home, smiling at the new rejuvenated building as I make for my car at the parking lot.
I locate my Ferrari, one of my many gifts from my doting husband, Jeremy. This car had been my nineteenth birthday gift. The first birthday I spent with him, also the first birthday I actually felt was a truly celebr@ted birthday.
As I drive my old car, feeling whimsical about it, I recount the past seven years of my life with Jeremy.
Boy, has it been a long rollercoaster ride.
I remember his promise, and I smile as I remember how ha-rd he truly tried to give me space instead of demanding me to marry him in instantly. I had worked for a month at Millie’s before quitting to enrol in college, all by Jeremy’s influence of course.
Those college years were the ha-rd ones: even though the college was the best in the state we were in, Jeremy still didn’t like the hours of separation.
I had insisted at first that I drive everyday myself for a hundred miles but he didn’t see the end of it. He practically had Mitch glued to my car every morning for the journey.
When that arrangement finally settled, the next problem was compromising the hours I spent at school as well as with him. That was when Jeremy hauntingly decided to rent an ap@rtment near the school for us, since he couldn’t stand only having me at night and not all day, because within those night I would be tired from the work and the four hour drive of going and coming back from the college.
As I recall this, my grin spre-ads on my face. I probably look like an idiot grinning to myself in my car.
We had celebr@ted our first year anniversary together in that ap@rtment he rented. It was that first year when Jeremy began to be much insistent on us marrying. Of course he tried to keep to his promise that I would be the one to tell him when I was re-ady, but it never st©pped him from grumbling and nagging until I finally cons£nted.
We married after six months of our first anniversary in Jeremy’s old home. Of course it was Doreen’s influence to coerce us into using the house for the ceremony. She made all the arrangements and I never complained throu-gh it all, I was actually glad someone would do all the dirty work.
So we had a small ceremony with few of our friends to witness it. Julie had been my maid of honour since our friendsh!pblossomed into more like being sisters rather than close friends: I adored her and she me. Hilly, Effie and a few friends I had made at college had insisted being the bridesmaids.
Matthew had been the best man.
Once both brothers had finally sat down together and talked after so many years, they bec@m£ virtually inseparable afterwards.
Doreen has been so gratefully for me ever since.
Most of Jeremy’s friends were pres£nt and since I had only my fellow waitresses and my college friends, the ceremony had been mostly dominated by hvge names and faces which you only saw in magazines and television.
We spent our honeymoon travelling the continents of Europe, Asia and some p@rts of Africa. So it virtually bec@m£ a three month honeymoon. After long night’s in various p@rts of the world, we couldn’t wait to get back home and finally start our life together as man and wife.
Life from then on hasn’t been sweeter. Even throu-gh occasional volcanos and earthquakes in our relationsh!p, I find myself even more at bliss with my life. Each day I’m more surprised at how much I still grow to love my husband and our little family.
As I pu-ll unto a familiar road, that same giddiness returns to me every time I think of home.
With the security key, I open up the gates that will lead me to the small road surrounded by ubiquitous army of now snow coated trees, dR@p£d with Christmas lights. I drive this arch ringed road until I sp©t the mansion I had first been introduced to that one night Jeremy had turned my life around, the night after finding out that Matthew was his big brother.
Those were bittersweet days were I was full of anxiety for my future and yet here I am; now parking behind the lines of cars I know belong to my family and friends. I go into the house that I now call my own.
However before I enter the mansion, I stand in the snow and glance at the window which shows one of the living room parlours… and boy is it occu-pied.
By the hvge couch sits familiar faces, Jack and Nicole are amongst the p@rty in the couch. The sight of them reminds of those days when I first got to know Jeremy. I remember the hostility Nicole had given me at first meeting since she’d been friends with Jeremy’s previous lover, Cas-sie–lord knows whatever happened to her. But according to Nicole she had fled the states with a new lover; she has since to hear from her, but I doubt Nicole is going to rehash that relationsh!pwith her.
I sp©t a few of Jeremy’s close business friends or should I say his ‘Buddies’. Four of them are sitting by the other couch obviously discussing business.
Matthew is amongst the p@rty and he looks on the men with a serious face.
Since the turn-around of Jeremy and Matthew’s relationsh!p, Jeremy has tried to let Matthew into the company but of course Matthew still has no interest in running the Lawson Empire. I found out once that Matthew had graduated with a degree in construction and engineering and if he was not running his restaurant, he was working on adapting his own Construction company.
He started the business a few months back. So him, right now, sitting with those men, well it tells me he’s taking a few pointers from them, even though his company is kicking well, prior to his known name.
I then sp©t a group of women on the far corner of the room by the Christmas tree. The throng consists of my girls. The friends I made at college who have stuck by me since. Of course one of them actually possesses a big name from her marital status to one Jeremy’s buddy here. Julie is amongst them too being the obvious spectator. There’s also a new p@rty in the group, Matthew’s girlfriend.
I survey Julie’s attitude and yes, my best friend is friendly towards the poor girl. Julie and Mathew had d@t£d seven years ago only for two weeks and it had become obvious that it wouldn’t work out when the two realised they were two completely different people, wanting different things. They had p@rted ways in friendly terms.
Matthew has had a string of on and offs d@t£s with countless women, of course that was until he finally met his match a year or two, maybe three years back. And since then, I’ve never seen him more loyal to his woman until she c@m£ along. But how their relationsh!pc@m£ about? …Well it’s their story to tell.
✍️Second p@rt of the Epilogue coming soon✍️
DON’T HURT ME