I must have slept off while crying because I woke up in that same position with my neck feeling stiff and my right hand completely numb.
I managed to get off the bed and wobbled to the bathroom where I opened warm water on myself, letting it soak my skin and heat my blood up. I was soon covered in pins and needles but the warm water helped to deal with it. Once I felt better I went back to the room and checked the time, it was around 2am. My mind was clear and my chest was light. I picked my phone and sent a text to Sophia, asking her to see me at the shop if she was in town. Then I went to bed and tried to sleep. If Uncle Liam hadn't taken my pills away, I would have used some.
Morning soon came and I hit the road as early as 5 am. I had been awake for hours and had had too much time to think and masturbate. On my way to the greenhouse, Sophia responded that she wasn't in town leaving me with no choice than to confront Uncle Ron. Problem was, I wasn't ready to talk to that dunce.
After parking my car and greeting the staff I met at the greenhouse halfheartedly, I reluctantly dragged my legs to Riley's house. As usual, the door was opened and I entered. I headed for his room where I packed everything that belonged to me after dropping a duffy bag filled with his personal belongings and all the gifts he ever bought for me that could be returned. I spent more than an hour in the middle of the night browsing through my stuff to gather them up. I wasn't sure I got everything but I got most. And that would have to do. If I run into anything that belongs to him amongst my things in the future, I will just bin them.
I packed my stuff in a bigger bag with the intention to return the bag later then went to look for Uncle Ron.
I found him in his room sleeping. The door was ajar so I just pushed it back and entered. I watched him for a couple of minutes and found myself feeling sorry for him. But then, what has to be done, has to get done. I brazened up and gently knocked on his door. It took him several minutes to get up but just as I was thinking of substituting my knuckles for an object before they start bleeding from insistent knocking, he moved his body and turned around sluggishly.
"Uncle Ron. It's me. Please wake up. We need to talk." My voice must have sounded like thunder bots because he suddenly jumped out of bed the moment I started talking and stared at me as if he was staring at a ghost. A few seconds after I finished talking, he was still staring so I cleared my throat and asked if he heard what I said. He nodded and I told him he should put himself together as I would be waiting for him in the living room.
I didn't wait for a reply. I just turned and left.
When I got to the sitting room, I picked a single seater and settled into it, waiting for him as I ran through all the questions I wanted to ask him in my mind. Not that I have much to ask. The problem was I didn't know which question to open with.
He soon came in wearing a long Arabian male dress with a cape. He came in looking worried. If I didn't know better I would say he was close to tears. Or maybe he was because he went on his knees and started pleading that I should please forgive him again.
"Can we pretend that whatever you are pleading for never happened? Stand up. I need some answers." I snapped at him. I then took my leg that he had grabbed back, stood up and moved to a two seater close by. All that drama was too much and creepy for me. Plus his hands on my legs made me feel like retching.
"Whatever question you have, go ahead. I will answer to the best of my ability." He whispered as he stood up and took the seat I just vacated.
"Good... Do you support my engagement with Riley or are you being forced to do so?" I asked. Uncle Ron stared at me before he started picking at his nails like a small child. "Yes." He replied, not looking up.
"You are okay with your son marrying the daughter of your mistress whom you happened to have raped?!" I screamed at him.
"No! Of course not!" He screamed back. Then I watched him shrink into himself. Like he became so little and fragile right in front of me. I wanted to hold back. I wanted to pity him but I also needed to find help and be in control while at it. So I buried my empathy and kept going at him.
"Then why are you not stopping it?! Why would you let this happen?"
"I thought you said we should pretend that what happened between us never happened. If we do that then you marrying Riley shouldn't be a problem because what happened never happened." He suddenly got smart on me and I was lost for a moment. Didn't know what to say. We stared at each other and he somehow started looking remorseful again. "Caitlin… look. There is no easy way to do this. Your Mum wants you to marry Riley. And Helena always gets what Helena wants. You love Riley and he loves you so it's a win win right?"
" No it's not." I sniffed. I have started crying silently at this point." I know more than you think. I know how you got into this house. I know about your wife and my Mum. I know Riley knows that you are sleeping with my mum. Even if what happened didn't happen, what had been happening is enough reason for you not to let this marriage happen. Tell me why you are not doing anything to stop it."
" I am sorry Caitlin. But there are so many things going on and I am not allowed to discuss them. I am sorry for what I did but please just go on with the marriage. It will make all our lives easier. Please."
"Is this because of your late wife's inheritance? You threw your life away because of money?" I snapped because at this moment, I was getting angry with this spineless specimen right in front of me.
"You know about that too?!" He was shocked and his eyes seemed like they were going to drop out of their sockets.
"What are you so shocked about? Told you I know everything now. And I think it's all wrong. Someone has to do something. I need you to tell me how we can stop all this. Riley doesn't love me. He sleeps around. He has always been cheating on me, disrespecting me. How can you ask me to tie my future to such a man?" I screamed all my frustrations at him. I was crying so hard, my stomach started hurting. He stood up and tried to approach me but I pushed him away shouting "Don't touch me!!"
"I am sorry Caitlin. But I can't help you. I am so sorry." He said and walked out.