Cacophonous Melody Episode 47
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Tracy, with tears streaming down her face, feeling deeply hurt and helpless, found herself wandering aimlessly through the narrow streets that were unfamiliar to her.
She clutched her chest as she replayed the events of the morning in her mind.
“Did it have to come to this? To being chased out of my own home by mama, just because of Bruce’s absence and her conviction that one person has monopoly of spiritual tôrments?
“Will I ever be happy in this life? Maybe I would have been better off deåd. I would have long forgotten all these pains if Bruce hadn’t rescued me from that shrine that day!” she cried as she walked aimlessly on.
After Bruce left the house that morning, Tracy had tried to go into her room when it became obvious that her mother inlaw wasn’t going to accept all her pleas to let peace reign, but Mrs. Ikenga intercepted her, looking at her fiercely.
“And where do you think you’re going to? Oh! In your wïtch coven, you may have been assured that as long as you sèduced him with your dèvilish eyes, and got him in bed with you, that I will be compelled to accept you.
“But read my lips little devìl, I am never going to accept you as my son’s wife because no matter what happens, I will not allow him walk into dòom, just because he thinks he is in love with your deceptive pretty face” Mrs Ikenga screàmed at her, blocking her path.
“Mama, you have been sufficiently rûde to me, even when I have been doing everything I can to make you calm down.
“Even in my condition, I have been kneeling all morning, begging you to give me a chance
“I have been trying to explain to you since morning that Bruce and I love each other, and that everything that happened that day wasn’t my fault, but you just don’t want to give peace a chance
“I’m very tired and need to sleep, so please step aside and let me go into my room” Tracy told her.
“I said it! I knew from the start that you’re just a green snàke in a green grass.
“I have been sufficiently rûde to you? Imagine a butterfly thinking itself a bird!
“So, all the while my son was here, you were talking as if you had issues with your vocal chord
“And now, just a few minutes after he left, you think it’s time to let your fangs come to full display right?
“But I’m sorry to disappoint you little wïtch, you can’t show your wings and not expect me to clip them for you” Mrs Ikenga yelled at Tracy, pushing her face into Tracy’s, as she spoke.
“Mama, I haven’t done anything wrong to you. You are a woman like me, and you understand how I’m feeling in my condition now. Please let me go into my room” Tracy requested again.
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“May the gods strike you with an incurable disease for comparing me to your useless self!
“What stupîd condition are you talking about? Who told you, you can fōōl me like you have been foôling my son?” Mrs Ikenga fired defiantly.
“Its alright mama. You are free to think whatever you want now, but kindly move out of the way so I can go in and rest.
“I’m tired of atoning for a sin that isn’t mine. And if I weren’t pregnant already, I would have…” Tracy mumbled.
“You would have done what exactly? Tell me little wïtch, what would you have done? Tell me now, would you have beaten me up?” Mrs Ikenga asked, pushing her head into Tracy’s face, such that her head hit Tracy’s mouth and gave her a cut on her lower lip.
“Mama!” Tracy shrieked, holding the woman’s head in her hands, almost as if she was going to pull it out of her neck.
Mrs Ikenga pulled herself out of Tracy’s grip forcefully, and intentionally fell on the ground, crying about how her son brought a demôn that was about to kïll her into his house.
Tracy looked at her in astonishment, and made to walk into her room again, but the woman quickly stood up, and started pulling Tracy’s hair, screàming on top of her voice, calling for help from the neighbours.
Ashamed of the rancour her mother in-law was creating, Tracy found herself stepping out of the house, just as the woman insisted that she did.
And so, Tracy began to walk down the street, since the woman neither allowed her pick any clothing item, nor her car key. She had no money on her, neither did she have her phone.
As Tracy walked on, oblivious of the direction she was headed, she stumbled upon a small, quaint church tucked away in a serene corner of the bustling city.
The old stone building seemed to call out to her, beckoning her to take refuge within its hallowed walls.
Carrying the weight of her troubled heart, Tracy stepped through the entrance, finding solace in the faint scent of incense and the somber whispers of prayer surrounding her.
Inside, Tracy found herself a quiet corner and sank down onto a wooden pew, grateful for the peace within the sacred space.
The warmth of the sun, streaming through the stained-glass windows, gently bathed her in its soft glow. As she closed her eyes, she allowed herself to exhale, letting go of the tensions that had built up within her.
Unknown to Tracy, Bruce had finally returned home, hoping to find her waiting for him.
But when he discovered her absence, panic surged through his veins, causing him to grow desperate.
Fear and anger mixed within him, igniting a wrath he was yet to understand when he noticed his mother cast indifferent glances at him, while she focused on a home movie she was seeing
With his heart pounding, he scoured the house, shouting Tracy’s name, but she was nowhere to be found. As his search proved fruitless, frustration consumed him, pushing him to the brink of his sanity.
Meanwhile, within the sanctuary of the church, Tracy’s turmoil began to unravel as she confided in a higher power, seeking guidance and comfort.
She poured out her heart, openly expressing her pain, confusion, and desperation. In that vulnerable moment, she felt a sense of connection with something greater, as if her prayers were being heard and her burdens were being lifted.
As the minutes turned into hours, Bruce’s desperation grew. He questioned neighbours, stormed through the streets, and even stopped at places where Tracy had been known to frequent.
The weight of his remorse and guilt intensified with every step, for he recognized that his inability to resolve the tension between his mother and Tracy before he left for work that morning, had ultimately led to this moment.
Back at the church, Tracy began to feel a sense of clarity slowly wash over her. The exhaustion from the emotional and physical strain of the past started to subside, replaced by a newfound strength and determination.
She realized that although she loved Bruce, she could no longer endure the constant battles with Mrs. Ikenga that ripped their lives apart.
As she wiped away her tears, Tracy resolved to find her own path, a path filled with respect, understanding, and a love that transcended the conflicts that now plagued their marriage.
Little did Tracy know, as she fortified her resolve, Bruce was furiously searching the streets, his heart primed to explode with anxiety.
In his state of frenzy, he finally caught a glimpse of her, stepping out of the church – a scene that simultaneously relieved and infuriated him. The mix of emotions churned within Bruce, causing him to lose control. He charged toward her, eyes wild and hands trembling.
“My love, you scared the life out of me. What are you doing here?” He asked her, then squats on from of her when he sees her tears
“Please stop crying my love. Everything is going to be alright now.
“I take responsibility for all of this. I blame myself, because I should have known that it could come to this. Please let’s go home now. I have a solution now.
“My mother will now have to go to her husband’s house and let you stay in yours” Bruce begged, kneeling beside her.
His heart nearly stopped when he saw Tracy shake her head.
“I’m sorry honey, but I won’t be able to go with you. It hurts me to do this, but I’m not sure I have the stamina to face your mother any longer, whether she’s is in your house or not.
”I can’t stay awake all night, watching out for Uloma, and stay alert all day watching out for your mother.
“I don’t want to lose my mind” Tracy said, and wriggled her hand out of his
TO Be Continued
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