Chapter 15

MCLAIN'S POINT OF VIEW

We got to the house. I had to step down from the car to open the door for her but she already opened it herself. I was going to get the door for her. I was confused as to why she saw that I was already coming down to get the door for her and she went ahead to get the door by herself. Was she that angry with me?

" I was going to get the door for you," I said to her.

" Do not bother, remember you told me to always get the door myself, I was only trying to stick to your rules and not break them, so I got the door myself" she said to me. Yeah, I did say that but that was a long time ago and I want to open the door for her now. I was only being an asshole to her then.

We got inside and she was all moody. I wondered what her grandma had discussed with her that made her mood change just like that. Or she must have looked for the answer to one of her numerous questions and the answer got her hurt.

" Am I the problem?" I asked myself. I wondered where all these were leading.

I went to the bathroom to take a shower and I was glad I did. I went to her, she was lying on the bed, seeming to be lost in her world. I had wanted to let her be but I changed my mind.

I tapped her on her shoulder as I sat near her. She did not bulge, I tapped her again but she didn't even make a move.

" Emily?" I called her

" I can see you," she said to me, I looked at her, and her eyes were wide open.

" What happened in there?" I asked her.

" Happened where?" I am sure that was intentionally said to me. I smiled, was she trying to play games now?

"What you and your grandmother discussed, I am afraid that whatever it was is eating you up already," u said to her, hoping she noticed that her mood was not like this when we left the house.

" I am fine," she answered.

I let her be, be I do know that she was not fine. I had no idea what she and grandma discussed but I was sure it was definitely about me and that was why her mood had changed around me.

I went downstairs, I went to the kitchen, I wanted to make fruit juice for her. Pineapple was her favorite. I checked the kitchen but could not find any pineapples.

" Are there any pineapples in this house?" I asked the maid who stood looking at me to look for pineapples.

" No, the last one has already been used, and there's also no pineapples in the store," the maid said to me.

I went upstairs, took my car keys, and looked at Emily, she was still in the position she was.

I rushed to my car, I did not want to bother my driver, I wanted to go myself to get it but changed my mind. I needed him around me, to at least protect me from the crowd that always pulled over whenever I was in an open place.

I called him and he drove the car. We got to the market and I thought I would be able to get the fruits myself, but when I saw the number of people, I asked my driver instead why I waited in the car.

He rushed to buy it and we went back to the house. He packed the fruits to the store, I took the ones I wanted.

Went to the kitchen and prepared a pineapple juice with it. I needed it to be cold but I couldn't wait for it, so I put an ice block into it.

I took it in a tray, went upstairs, and placed it on the bed. I tapped Emily.

She sat up, I took the drink and gave it to her. She took it from my hand, taking a sip. I'm sure she loved it as she gulped everything down her throat. I watched her as she finished every liquid in the glass.

She dropped the glass and laid back to bed.

" You can tell me what the problem is," I said to her.

She sat up again, I was glad that my pineapple juice had worked. I was glad that would finally tell me what the problem was.

" I want another pineapple juice," she said. I was a bit sad because that was not what I was expecting to hear from her but it was okay. If more pineapple juice is what she wants, then I would get it for her.

I Left the room and went into the kitchen to make another juice for her. I made it and then put an ice block in it. I took it to the room.

I placed it gently on the bed. She looked at it, took it, and gulped everything down her throat.

" It tastes nice," she said to me, I was happy I made her favorite to her taste.

" What if you would have to stand by what is right and that involves fighting your mother and letting her face the law?" She asked me that question after a long stare into my face. I was not expecting such a question.

I was startled, why would she ask that? I did not know how to reply to her. I took the cup from her and placed it back on the tray. I took it to the kitchen and began to think about all of these for real for the first time. Why I was married to her and why they are still linking to me and then the fact that my mother is in all of these pictures baffled me. It was no longer something I could ignore. And then her question, what was my mum's involvement in all of these?