CIARA
"I just got report about Elsie."
Ryan from the onset doesn't call her aunt, though he knew she was my aunt and I like referring to her with the due honors that should be accorded to her, and by the way, she had been there like a motherto me, until she went bad recently.
I spurned to him.
I was making some quick delicacy up for us both in the kitchen when he walked in and announced the good news.
"Was she nabbed?" I posed.
I knew that was what he was going to tell me, but I wanted to hear it from him. I wanted to hear that the cops either got her out of the plane she boarded, or, they caught her before she could walk into the airfield.
"Yes, she was nabbed in the airport."
That was such good news. The wolf in sheep's clothing had been caught by the hunters who amble the jungle all day and night.
I didn't wish to have them do anything inhuman to her, but I wanted my money back, and by the way, the rest is left for the law which would always do its toll after she must have returned my money to me.
I smiled at that good news, and turned fully to him. He deserves a kiss for getting the police into this the very moment I called on him to do so, but I wasn't going to do that in a rush.
I would keep it for another day, or, maybe until I feel so calm with him, because I still feared that I was letting down my guard.
He knew exactly what I wanted to do, so, he advanced towards me, but I turned away from him and faced the meal I was making for us.
"You know, good news would burn the food on the stove if you don't handle it with caution." I pretended to be stirring when I should be doing so.
"Indeed." He said and hugged me from behind.
I felt the urge to go intimate with him in the kitchen, but I shunned that silly urge of mine, though it was such a nice one, tripped by the warmth of his body.
It's not yet time for hugging and going intimate in the kitchen, so, I shrugged him off my body and focused on cooking, but then came a notification on his phone.
The buzz made me know it was a notification, though it could be a message, too, but I wanted him to busy himself with his phone and let me be till I find it sane for us to share some intimacy.
"Check out what you got there, and know if your girls are chatting you up."
I wasn't supposed to make mention of the word (girls', but that was the best way to get him into checking his phone and thus keeping himself busy with the phone.
"You should say Herzl and mom, not girls."
That's where the big deal lies.
He would refer to Aunt Elsie as Elsie, and refer to his mother as mom, as though she was still young enough to be called mom, instead of granny.
I shunned that silly thought and focused on what I was doing.
"Good lord, what's this?"
I felt the shock in his voice, but I thought he was merely doing that to get my attention, and flatter me with his sweet words.
He is so good at that, and I know.
"What a silly head line." He said and advanced towards me.
"Please, don't bring your phone to the stove, it's not safe." I said to keep him away, but he was damn serious.
He paused and played what seemed to be a clip, which came clear in my ears:
"Help me! Ciara is mentally sick over the death of her brother and she is coming after me with the police. Please, she's just sick in the head, and just returned from the psychiatric hospital. I didn't steal from her!"
That was aunt Elsie's voice.
How was she able to record such and release it so quick under police custody.
I abandoned the meal I was cooking and tossed myself to his side, and then came the video.
She stocked her face to the camera, and she spoke so fast that she poured out everything: "Help me! Ciara is mentally sick over the death of her brother and she is coming after me with the police. Please, is just sick in the head, and just returned from the psychiatric hospital. I didn't steal from her!"
That was a whole lot of damn secret leaked in just a swoop. Holy shit!
That woman is such an asshole from the depts of hell who had come to ruin my life forever and ever.
She abducted me, and stole from me, now, she is accusing me of being mentally unstable, and she even told the world that I lost my brother.
That was the secret I had long hoarded from the public, and from many people who had been graced to come any close to me.
But that wasn't all; telling the world through the media that I just returned from a psychiatric facility was worse.
It was the greatest damage of all time.
More notification gushed into his phone, with the same headlines, about aunt Elsie telling the world that I am sick in the head, and I am after herwith the cops.
Lord. The media has taken this mess up, and, trust the bloggers and vloggers online, they would make millions on my case, by reporting every shit they could gather.
Had I known, I could have let her scuttle to wherever she was heading to with the money, rather than ruining my reputation by sticking her ugly face to the camera and telling the public that I just got out of the rehab facility.
I dropped the phone, and Ryan gently offered me his shoulder. He knew for sure that was what I needed this very moment.
I sobbed into his shoulder, and his palms rubbed my back.
Elsie must pay forthis.