Memories Of The Sun - Chapter 8 CHAPTER EIGH

By Prescoviah Merilyn

I woke up to good news. Evans left for Kampala…Hallelujah! Am sure he is going to open his mouth. If he hasn’t already told the boss. Am sure as noon that’s why dad needs me to talk to. Why else? I try to organize my desk when someone gently knocks at my door…The only one. Today he is knocking…Oh baby! Your okay?

He is a mess. His beautiful face is purple with Evans brawls. He can barely walk. His left eye is swollen. He won’t be able to see things for a while, am sure… My God. As he nears, he tries to say my name but his cracked lips fail the first letter. He can’t Vanessa me again… Evans!

I run to help him sit. God he is hurt…what shall I do to Evans. Nobody touches what’s mine too and he just did!

“Hey” I say to him gently

“He…” I stop him placing my fingers on his lips. I kneel down, trying to open his shirt.

He doesn’t want me to but I don’t care.

“Please…I want to, Simeon…Let me”

I don’t care how you want me to see you love, I want to see what that bastard did to you…and if it’s bad, am killing Evans like a man, with my bare hands. I take his shirt off.

Goodness! I can’t help but tear up.

Every muscle is seized up. He is all swollen. I can’t recognize his back! He is a bloody utter mess and this breaks me. He did nothing wrong. What is wrong with two beautiful people wanting each other? Am not working today.

Am nursing Simeon in my room. He had insisted on the ‘it wasn’t necessary ‘ therapy…but you don’t convince me when am up to something . He can’t take care of himself. I have seen him, gracefully taking in the beatings from the bully.

He lays on my lap, eyes fixed on a window. He is trembling. God, he is hurt. E-v-a-n-s! He had beat him for so long and that final kick had really passed him out… Just stay in the city and don’t come back!

When Simeon sleeps off, I get back to the office in the evening, only finding five missed calls from the king. Probably Evans has told him already. I dial back..

“Hi dad”

“Hello Vanny, how is everything…. Been calling”

“I was caught up somewhere, sorry… You could call Dalia”

“Dalia? No this is not for Dalia… ” What… Ofcourse he knows

“Uhmmm what is it then?”

“something important” Oh my God, he is going to kill me.

“Evans came back this morning…” Am nolonger listening.

“He says… ” My God, I can’t breathe “Vanny? ”

“Ah… Yes… Dad.. Am listening”

“He says your sick.”

“What?”

“Yes, is that right?”

“Uhmm…yeah.. I haven’t been myself lately” I lie

“Okay, am getting someone to run the place, your coming back in a week..”

What? What a bitch! What a snake! So that was his plan all along. ..to get me off the farm… Such a pig. God I hate him, I hate Evans Hart… My dad is still on phone.

“well then, get everything in place for Nicholas ”

“What… Nicholas?”

“Yes… Evans says he is the best candidate”

Great, Evans suggested his uncle to take my job… And my dad gives it away without even asking me. This is his revenge. He must be up on the moon. I hang up.

My cell phone has been buzzing nonstop. I reach my whatsapp. I have over thirty messages from my friends asking me how is the farm… God Evans!

At the top is Ashanti with ten voice notes?

“what did you do”

“your fiancee is freaking drunk”

“he is saying things about you cheating “I roll my eyes

“he is out of control Vanny”

“and who is Simon or Simi or whatever?”

“how come you never told me about him? ”

“Evans is acting crazy”

“He is real mad”

“Is it true he caught you doing…huhu.. You know? ”

“why would you even like a village man…not so us!”

“Vanessa! ”

I shut down all communications. Everyone knows… Evans has made sure. I walk back to the ‘apartment’ not to find him there… I need him right now… I head to the woods, he is placing news seedlings. I stop him.

“you don’t have to do this, you know”

“no.. Working makes me feel better ma’am” Does it? I raise my brow. I embrace him then face him. I plant a soft kiss on him, he kisses me back slowly. He lifts me up. Oww, he strong even in sickness! I wrap my legs around him.He takes off my dress, as I reach for his zipper. It’s not hard this time… I zip it open…Mama Mia!