Overcoming My Limits

At only the age of 11, Blythe Mitchell had been caught up in a terrible situation. One her family recalls as "The Accident." Her right leg was considered paralyzed and all the nerves had died, but Blythe had hope. One doctor she had consulted told her that in several years, she may just walk again.
Now, at the age of 17, Blythe is still wheelchair bound and even more curious about her "accident." It seems as if everyone but her knows what happened those many years ago. Her seemingly over-protective mother keeps silent and no one, not even her loyal maid, Macy Matthews, will tell her a thing. Which lead to another mystery. Why did the Matthews' go bankrupt after her accident? Did it have anything to do with her family?

Questions keep appearing. Can Blythe find the answers? Will she find her past, or will she finally understand the danger she's in?


6. "and i'm screaming out f*ck that" -kid cudi

“Brandon,” I squealed, “Brandon, please, help me!”

“I’m trying, Blythe. I’m trying!” He called from a distance.

“They’re hurting me! What do I do?”

“Just stay strong! For me.”


“AHHH! Help me! Please!” I sat straight up in bed, shivering and weeping.

“Blythe! Are you alright?” Brandon burst through the door and rushed to my bedside.

“Help me. Please, help me…” I sobbed, pulling him closer and taking his t-shirt in my fists.

“Blythe, babe, calm down,” he took me in his arms, setting me in his lap, “everything is okay. Shhh… I’m here now.” He rubbed soothing circles in my back whilst whispering sweet nothings in my ear until my breathing began to even out. I looked at my shaking hands clutching his shirt; I was holding it so tightly my knuckles were white. I then cast my attention to the foxy young man holding me in his arms. He was looking down to me, a worried expression on his face.

“I’m okay now.” I spoke almost inaudibly.

A smile spread slowly across his face. His eyes held a kindness I’d never noticed before. He brushed away some tangled hair.

“Blythe! Blythe, sweetheart are you okay?” mother rushed into my room, Macy on her heels.

“Y-yes, I’m f-fine.” I stuttered.

“What happened?” she sat next to Brandon, considering I was still in his lap.

“I don’t know…a nightmare maybe? I’ve been having them more frequently.”

“So you didn’t hurt yourself or anything?” she stroked my hair.

“No, mum.” I rolled my eyes.

She looked at me for a split second before glaring at Brandon. “And just what are you doing in her bed chambers?”

“I was on my way to the garden when I heard her screaming for help.”

“And you didn’t think to come get us?” she spat.

“No. I was thinking she could be in danger and I should rescue her.” He replied, pulling me closer into his body. I lay my head on his chest, feeling his anger rise and fall in sharp breaths.

“Thank you, Brandon, for answering my call. I was terrified. I might’ve hurt myself had you not come so quickly.” I interrupted their argument. “It was very brave of you.”

“I couldn’t stand to see you get hurt.” He traced his fingers down my spine. My mother’s jaw clenched, as well as her fists. I didn’t know whether it was from his words, or his actions.

“Brandon, I think it’s about time you leave.” She spoke through gritted teeth, narrowing her eyes at him. He gave a heavy sigh before gently setting me back onto my comforter.

“Yes, Mrs. Mitchell.” Hesitantly, he and Macy exited the room leaving me alone with my mother. We didn’t speak for quite awhile.

“Are you sure you’re not in any pain?” she finally broke the silence.

Physically, no…now mentally? That’s another kind of hurt. I thought to myself. “No. Like I told Brandon, he came before any damage was done.”

She lifted a skeptical eyebrow, but I refused to acknowledge her sarcasm. “Well, lucky for us, he came around just in time.” Suddenly, I remembered; the conversation I’d overheard last night. Mother had told Brandon to keep away from me. Somehow reading my mind, mum spoke again.

“Blythe, I need you to stay away from Brandon. I think it’s starting to interfere with his work. I’ve spoken with Macy about it, and we both think it’s for the benefit.”

“Who’s benefit? Your benefit?”

She was taken aback by my outburst. “For the both of you.”

“And what if I refuse?”

Her face hardened as she narrowed her eyes. “Then I guess that’s too bad. I’m the boss around here and what I say goes. So why don’t you hop off your high horse and get used to it?”

“What if I don’t? I’m an adult, I should be able to make my own decisions. Instead, I’m trapped in this horrid place with a mother who doesn’t respect me!”

A swift hand ran across my face, leaving it with a red sting. My eye teared up at the impact.

“Y-you…struck me.” I lightly touched my face in disbelief. She pulled away her hand, gasping.

“Blythe, honey, I’m so sorry—“

“Get out…” I mumbled.

“Honey, I—“

“Get out! Now!” I yelled. She jumped and scurried out of the room, slamming the door behind her. I collapsed into my sheets, blubbering like the weakling I am. How could I be such a fool? Mother never does anything for my advantage, the stubborn witch. Then again, I guess that’s the one thing we have in common.

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