The Mechanic

The Mechanic Part 14

Joes’ mother got up and walked to the window.
“Let’s go see the guests before they start wondering what’s going on.”
“Can I just stay here? If it’s okay.”
She nodded, gave me an assuring smile, walked out and closed the door behind her.
I felt a surge of tears, I fought hard to stop them but for some reason, I couldn’t. I felt like someone was watching me, I turned to see Joe, he was also at the verge of breaking down.
“Babe, I am sorry. ”
I wiped my tears with the back of my hand. In place of pain was rage. I was raging inside.
“Joe, I’m done.”
“What do you mean you are done?”
“This, whatever it is I thought we had, I am done.”
“No, don’t touch me.”
“Diana please, you can’t leave like this, I won’t let you.”
“I would love to see you try to stop me.”
“I will get professional help.”
“You do that.”
“I’m sorry.”
“You’ve been sorry from day 1.”
He started as though to touch my face but I pushed him away.
“Go get help, I’m done being your punching bag.”
He clenched his fists, the pains popped out of his face, his eyes red, I knew what was coming next. I was ready for it. I covered my face with my hands and waited for the blows to reign on me.
“Diana? Are you okay?”
I looked up to see his mother at the doorway.
I quickly stood straight and managed a weak smile.
“I should get going.”
“Most of the guests have left, I thought we should have a small meeting with you and Joe.”
“That won’t be necessary.”
“What do you mean?”
“I have ended things with Joe, I’m done.”
“I understand but just sit with us tonight, please.”
“To be honest, I have never seen him like this with a woman, to a point of wanting professional help.”
I swallowed hard, my mind was blank. I had taken more than enough from Joe, but I still wanted to believe there was some good still left in him.
“Okay, I will be there for the meeting.”
“Thank you.”
She let out a sigh, a loud one and beckoned for me to follow her. We went up the stairs to what seemed like a private living room. The leather seats, red theatre seats stood out against the baby yellow walls. The purple drapes matching with the carpet. A big screen was mounted on the wall and a big sound bar sat at the TV stand. Several speakers were dotted across the room. It looked pretty much like a small theatre.
Joe was seated at the far end from his brother. Their father was in the middle.
He got up and asked me to take a seat on his left, next to Joe.
Their mother stood at the front, like a teacher. I had never experienced anything like this before.


Diana Mosoba

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