Chapter 69: Struggles

Nevaeh has always believed life shouldn't be complicated, but should be lived with ease. Love and family, have always been the simple things she wanted out of life, but now she wanted a miracle. A miracle of owning something that probably isn't hers — Dale Stuart.

For weeks, she had feared he was her sister's husband, and she had feared being a bad person by admitting what she felt inside of her. But now that she knew the truth, that they had only been one of them in their past lives, she didn't know what to feel anymore.

Who between them was reincarnated? Was it her? Or Elle?

Dale had gone in search of answers, and she wondered what the answers would be.

She had her eyes fixed on the door, while her heart kept pounding loudly. He had promised not to hurt her family, and she believed him, but she had to inform them.

Reaching for her phone from the bedside table, she dialled her father's number, but he didn't pick up. She dialed her mother's number, after the third ring she answered.

"Nevaeh?" She called in surprise. "I was about calling you."

"Mother." Nevaeh's voice trembled when she heard her mother's voice. Mrs Steele suddenly became alert when she heard the way she sounded.

"Are you okay?" She asked with concern, making Nevaeh shake her head even though she couldn't see her.

"I...told him, mother. I told him the truth." She said.

Her mother's eyes narrowed. "What truth?" She asked. She looked at the person before her and she excused herself.

"I...I told him, I wasn't Elle."

"You did?" Mrs Steele asked in shock-surprise. She couldn't believe Nevaeh had done that. She had not expected her to do something like that so soon. She and Jacob were just about calling Dale to inform him about their visit when an uninvited guest arrived. She turned and looked behind her.

Mrs Steele shouldn't be surprised by Nevaeh's actions. It was in the girl's nature to do what was right, and as a mother she was proud to know she had an upright daughter, unlike the other. She looked behind her again and sighed.

"Yes." Nevaeh replied.

"And what did he say? Did he hurt you? Are you okay?" Mrs Steele asked worriedly. She couldn't imagine Dale taking things calmly after discovering such a thing. She feared for her daughter's well being.

"I'm fine." Nevaeh replied.

"Your father will come get you." She told her, but Nevaeh's reply left her stunned.

"No."

Her brows shot up when she heard her. "Veah?" She called.

"He asked me to wait, mum. I will wait." She said. She couldn't give her the details of what was going on or why she wanted to wait.

Mrs Steele was short of words. She was befuddled by her response, but then she remembered their last conversation. Her daughter must be far too emotionally involved with the man than she had thought. But it could still be dangerous. What if he didn't care for her, like she was beginning to care for him?

"Nevaeh, are you sure?" She asked. "The man is dangerous."

"He won't hurt me, believe me." She assured her, making her mother sigh. Nevaeh understood her mother's worries. She would have felt the same had she not lived with the man. But why was her mother only feeling worried now? She should have felt this way when sending her there.

She sighed and dismissed these thoughts out of her head. She didn't want to ponder on such things any more.

"How do you feel, Nevaeh? Truly?" Mrs Steele trusted her daughter's words, and she trusted her judgement. Neveah wasn't one who'd grow feelings for a man who wasn't good and kind to her. But she wanted to know how she truly felt. She still felt guilty for putting her in such a precarious situation.

How did she feel? Nevaeh had only one word.

"Nervous." She sighed and replied, making her mother nod in understanding.

"Call me if anything happens."

"Yes." Nevaeh nodded.

"Promise me you will."

"I promise." Nevaeh assured her.

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"What about Elle? Have you found her?" She asked the moment she remembered. She still couldn't believe Elleanor has been depressed and had attempted ending her life. She feared for her wherever she was.

Mrs Steele briefly looked over her shoulder before she lied, "No."

Nevaeh let out a defeated sigh when she heard her. She hoped nothing had happened to her sister. She really hoped she hadn't done anything foolish to herself wherever she was. She'd love to tell her mother about what Dale had said, but she knew she couldn't. That would make her worried.

"Find her as soon as you can." Nevaeh told her.

"I will." Her mother assured her before disconnecting the call.

Not sure of what to do, Nevaeh decided to lay on the bed while she waited for his return.

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Mrs Steele heaved a sigh before turning around towards the guest in her house. Her countenance turned grim when she looked at her.

"What do you want?" She asked in a cold and stern voice, indicating she wasn't pleased with this visit. She took a step towards the round table fixed into the pavilion. "Tell me, Elleanor, why are you here?" She coldly demanded, but the girl didn't bother to answer her, rather she had her gaze fixed on her mother's phone.

"That was Nevaeh wasn't it?" She inquired making her mother frown, her brows deeply furrowed at her.

"I won't ask again. Why are you here?" She asked in a more colder tone.

Elleanor sighed and lolled back on her seat. "I'm still your child, and this is my home."

"It stopped being your home when you chose to bring disgrace upon this family."

Elleanor looked at her with incredulity. "Disgrace?"

"Yes." Mrs Steele firmly replied. "All these things going on are all your fault. Nevaeh's struggles and worries-"

"Nevaeh's struggles?" Elleanor scoffed, her brows slightly raised at her mother.

She didn't know the struggles she was talking about. As far as she was concerned, she was the one struggling. She has been struggling her whole life for reasons unknown to her. Struggling to live, feel and love. So what struggles could Nevaeh have?!

Mrs Steele composed herself when she realized she had almost slipped. She didn't know why, but she couldn't trust Elleanor to know about what was going with Nevaeh at the moment.

"You should leave. Your father won't be happy to see you." She said indifferently.

"Aren't you going to ask about your grandchild? How we're faring?"

Mrs Steele looked at her stomach and at her face. "I never asked for a grandchild, and I trust you'll do a good job taking care of it. Since you so wanted it, keep it and care for it."

Elleanor felt her blood boil when she heard her mother's words. Was she really her mother?

"This is all because I made you send your precious little daughter to that crazy man? Isn't it?!"She asked with lividty making her mother gaze at her with unreadable eyes. Eleanor stood on her feet.

"This is because I took back my man from her and she's somewhere stuck with another man who she doesn't love. This is why you won't look at me?" She asked in a pained voice but her mother still didn't answer.

"Do you ever care about me at all!" She hollered but her mother didn't flinch. "Do you ever worry about me, or all you see and care about is Nevaeh? Have you ever thought about my own struggles and pain?!"

"And have you ever thought about someone else is your entire life?" Mrs Steele finally asked back. Their blazing eyes glaring at one another.

"No! I haven't!" Elleanor snapped. "And that's because there isn't much going on in mine! Do you know even how I feel? How I've felt? Do you even know why I'm doing this?"

Mrs Steele scowled at her as she took another step closer to her. "I don't care Elleanor, because even if I do, I doubt you'll still care for someone else."

"You don't care because I'm not Nevaeh." She said in a very cold tone. Mrs Steele didn't see the need to say anything to her so she just turned away and ignored her.

Elleanor nodded her head as she but her lips. "You don't have to care, but I will make you care, everyone of you." She declared and picked up her purse.

She paused and turned towards her mother who still had her back towards her. "No matter what I do henceforth, it is all on you." She said and stormed away.

Mrs Steele turned and watched her leave.. Elleanor's words weren't true, but she wasn't going to convince her otherwise. What was the worse she could do? Haven't she done it already?

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