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?


2. "i can't get away from you" -midnight hour

 Macy had moved me to the open room in our house, or 'ballroom' I guess you could call it. She knew I liked it because of the floor to roof windows. It was a bright, sunny day and I longed so much to enjoy it. My mother put her hand on my shoulder, frightening me a bit.

“Mum, can we go…outside?” I asked quietly.

“Blythe, why would you want to go outside?” she replied.

“Because being in this house so much is making me claustrophobic.”

“I guess we could use some fresh air.” She complied, taking me out onto the porch.

“Can we go down to the swing?” I pointed to it over by the pond. “Like we used to?”

She gave me a light smile before wheeling me down the ramp. Getting to the swing was a bit rough, but after we were both seated, it seemed blissful. Then, my mother’s phone beeped.

“Sorry, honey. I have to go now. If you’d like to stay, I’ll tell Macy to keep an eye on you.”

“Yeah, okay.” I sighed.

“Bye sweetheart.” She kissed my forehead and made her way back to the house.

I pouted from my place on the swing. Just like always, she’s only caring 1/6 of the time. Why doesn’t she have enough time for her daughter? Her disabled daughter, at that. It really pisses me off. I could feel myself fuming. She’s such a bi—

“Blythe? Is that you?” a husky voice called to me. My head snapped up just in time to see the tall, curly-haired boy take a seat next to me. Who was I kidding? He was definitely not a boy.

“Brandon?” I asked, confused. He nodded, smiling at me cheekily.

“Oh my gosh,” I wrapped him in a hug, feeling his hard muscles under my body, “where have you been?”

“I just got out of school.” He laughed, returning my embrace.

“I meant in general.” I rolled my eyes at him.

“I know,” he nudged my side and winked, “and by the way, you look beautiful today.” He tucked some stray hair behind my ear.  I tried to laugh off the pink that was beginning to creep into my cheeks.

“So what are you doing here? I’ve never seen you come around.” I addressed my peaked curiosity.

“Well, my aunt is having a new baby. I came to tell my mother she’ll be staying with us.”

“Martha is having a baby?!” I asked excitedly.

“Uhm…yeah. I’m surprised you remember her.” He chuckled.

“How could I forget? She was the only one who let us stay up past 9pm.” We both laughed at the memory. His smile was breath taking, and his laugh was so deep, sexy even.

“I’m gonna go up to the house, do you need help getting up there?” I knew he had a kind heart, but I couldn’t help feeling vulnerable. The last time we actually had a conversation was when I didn’t have to sit in this stupid chair.

“Yeah, thanks.” I accepted. Without thinking, he lifted me into his arms with ease. I could feel my cheeks heat up as he looked down to me. Setting me lightly in my chair, we started on our way up the path to the house. About halfway there, he leaned down to my ear.

“You feeling okay, Blythe? You look really flushed.” He whispered, that mischievous tone in his voice. He knew exactly what he was doing to me.




As Brandon and I entered the house, Macy practically tried pushing us back out.

“Brandon, what on earth are you doing here?” she asked worriedly.

“I came to tell you something important.”

“What is so important that you have to come all the way here to tell me?” she whispered-scolded.

“Martha is having a baby! Macy, isn’t that great? You’re going to have a new niece or nephew!” I tried helping Brandon out, sounding a little too ecstatic. She turned her head to me, seeming to realize that I was still in their presence.

“Yes, of course. That’s wonderful.” She perked up. “But you have to go home right now.” she instructed Brandon, pushing him towards the door.

“Why?” he objected.

“If Mrs. Mitchell catches you here, I’ll be out of a job for sure. Now off you go.”

“Yeah okay, fine.” He stopped and turned to face Macy and me. “It was really nice to see you again, Blythe.”

“You too, Brandon.”

“See you later.” He waved, turning to exit.

“Soon.” I called after him, smiling. He glanced back once more to show that adorable cheeky smile I’ve grown so fond of.

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