The City Held Its Silence byIrel Knx 50

She looked into my eyes with a dazed expression before smiling. “Don’t worry sweetie, I just fell I’m alright,” she told me with a weak hopeless smile. a 

“Jasmine,” she then called out to me. 

“Yes, mum,” I responded. 

Then the environment suddenly changed my mother lay in her bed she was frail and sick looking. I stood beside her and held her hand. My brother and father were nowhere to be found. 

“I wish for you to have a better life than me.” she whispered weakly to me and her eyes closed for the last time. 

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I woke up with a start and in tears. I sat up on the bed and brought my knees to my chest as I tried to comfort myself. It was a reoccurring dream I had of my mother over the years. I was around 5 at the time of the incident with my mother in the hallway. And I was seven years old when she died. Sadly, those were the few memories I had of my mother. I didn’t remember her all that well since she died when I was quite young. 

For a long time I wondered what that day had been about that day my mother had a bruise. At the time I was to young to understand what had happened. It was when I was much older that I realised my father used to physically abuse my mother. 

I remember my mother always used to have dark marks all over her body and would tell me she fell or some small mistake that happened. 

Of the few memories I had of my mother I just remembered her always bruised and smiling despite being in pain. 

I remember that when she fell ill my father had little to interest and just chucked her in a room in the back of our family mansion where he could see her. After she died my father didn’t mourn her death neither did he speak of her ever. It’s like she was just a vessel to produce his heir and once that was done he had no interest in her. I knew that’s exactly how he saw her because that how he raised me. He raised me to become a bride and produce an heir, he told me that was my only purpose in life. 

Considering the last 6 years of my life, I thought of how despite minor differences my 

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life had mirrored hers. An abusive husband that didn’t care about you and dying alone with only your child by your side. 

I opened one of the drawers next to my bed and took out a necklace that belonged to my mother. It was a silver necklace with intricate geometric designs. It was the only thing that belonged to her that I had. 

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KEITH’S POV 

I sat in the back of my car as my entourage and I made our way back to my mansion coming from Jasmine’s house. As I looked out the window I had my head lean on my shoulder as I contemplated this recent interaction. 

What was going on with Jasmine? This was the second time I was left dumbfounded after talking to her. She was just so different from what I anticipated. 

When I arrived at her home and walked up to her door I didn’t know what to expect. once she answered. 

Immediately I was taken aback by how she looked. She wore a simple sweater and pants, her chestnut hair tied in a messy bun. 

I’d always seen Jasmine prepped and well dressed. Even when she lived at the mansion the maids would help her to dress up even if it was just to stay at home. Seeing her in this state was…refreshing so to say the least. 

“Keith oh my god what do you want now?” Was the first sentence she said to me in a disappointed tone. That let me know she was still keeping up her rude feisty attitude from the last time. Or so I had thought at the time. 

I tried to warn her and act like I was threatening to punish her, but she caught my bluff and continued to challenge me. I was perplexed by her commitment to the bit, amused even. I never knew Jasmine could be like this. 

I noticed the house was clean, she was doing her own laundry, she was even baking she seemed like an actual housewife. I couldn’t believe it. It had a homely, welcoming feel to it. I was impressed. She seemed to be managing all the chores with no issue. She wasn’t just trying to act tough that day. 

Thinking she was still throwing her little tantrum I played into it, entertaining her rude behaviour. Like when I followed her to her backyard where she hung her clothes 

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and matched it when I lifted her up after she challenged me to make her listen to me. 

What I hadn’t anticipated was seeing her without her ring. I was taken aback when I grabbed her left hand and found it was gone, only the imprint of the ring remained on her finger. 

I had been so sure Jasmine was desperate to get back with me. That she was jealous of Diana and was trying to return to the mansion. So why would she remove it? 

For some reason I was a little pressed by that considering the fact I still wore my ring. I was waiting for our divorce a later to remove it. I felt she was taking her pettiness too far so I confronted about why she was angry with anyway. 1 

What I hadn’t anticipated was how the conversation would take a turn. By the end of our conversation she was giving me a look of frustration she gave me like last time. 

As I sat in my car as we made our way back to my mansion I continued to think about 

1. it. 

Jasmine didn’t beg me to believe her or try to defend herself as she always did in the past. She just accepted it and told me to leave if that’s what I believed. The final nail on the coffin how she told me to leave. Her tone felt like a calm before the storm. I knew the tone of conversation had shifted and she didn’t wanted me there anymore. 

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