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?


4. "i never waved goodbye, but i tried..." -david bowie <3

I woke up on my own that next morning. My shades were already drawn, and a pair of clothes were stylishly set out on my bed. Now for my leg… I concentrated solely on moving that muscle. It twitched a bit before lagging over the side of the bed. My eyes widened in surprise. Had I actually moved it, or had it fallen off the bed? Before I had the chance to decide, my mother stepped through the door.

“Having trouble, dear?”

“No, mum, I’m just fine.” I moved into my chair.

“Are you feeling any better? You left in quite a haste last night.” She put a hand to my forehead.

“Mother, I’m fine.” I swatted at her hand.

“I just came to tell you that you should stay inside today. Mr. Matthews and his son are coming to do yard work today. I don’t want you to have an allergy attack, so please do as I say.” She refused to look my in the eyes and I knew exactly why. She wasn’t worried about my seasonal allergies, she just didn’t want me to be around Brandon. Hell, she doesn’t even like me being around Macy, but the job had to be done.

“Are we clear?” she clarified.

“Like crystal.” I gave her a sarcastic smile.

“Good.” She took no notice. “Macy made you breakfast. Feel free to come any time you’d like.”

“I will.”




I ate my breakfast in the kitchen as Macy washed platters. I watched out the window to the pond. It was glimmering as always, the sun reflecting off it in just the right way.

“So,” Macy didn’t look up from her dishes, “I convinced your mother to let my husband do the yard work. My son included.” I could see the dimple in her cheek as she smiled.

“Yes,” I swallowed some toast, “she informed me of that this morning.”

“I figured at least now you can see Brandon once or twice a month for a season or two.”

“That was very kind of you.” I thanked.

“I can tell you right now, he didn’t seem to have a problem with it either.” She turned to face me as she dried a plate, a smirk on her face. I blushed furiously.

“I guess it’s good he wants to earn his own money.” I found my voice.

“Sweetheart, we both know he’s not in it for the money.”

“Great work experience?”

She laughed at my petty attempts to ignore where this was headed.

“Yeah, okay. I see how it is.” she returned to her dish washing. “He wants the experience alright.”

“I think we both know—“

“Hey mom, can I get a glass of water?” Brandon ran a hand through his curls as he strode into the kitchen. He was shirtless and his body glistened with sweat. Hard labor sweat…right over his hard labor abs.

“Sure, baby. Gimme a sec.” Macy replied. I suppose now that he worked for us, he could come inside.

“Oh, hey there Blythe,” he took a seat across from me,” what are you up to?”

“Just finished breakfast,” I smiled,” how about you?”

“Mowing the lawn.” he lay back in his seat, staring at the ceiling. I took in his chiseled jawline all the way down to his collar bones. Geez, he made me anxious.

“Here you go, babe.” Macy set Brandon’s glass down exceptionally slow as to give me a wink, proving to myself that I’d been staring.

“Thanks Momma.” He kissed her cheek. Gah, what a cutie.

“So, Blythe,” Brandon shifted in his chair somewhat nervously, “I’m off for lunch at 1pm. Think you can go that long without food as to join me?”

I smiled, concealing my pink cheeks. “Can’t wait.”

Brandon finished off his water before standing up from the small table. He walked around to my side and leaned in close to my face. His curls tickled my cheek as he whispered to me, “You’re gonna have to.” He chuckled a bit before lightly kissing my cheek. I’m glad he left the room because I couldn’t stand to let him see the look on my face. I was dumbfounded, yet giddy at the same time. All the while, sporting a fabulous shade of beet red.

“Like I was saying before,” Macy wiped the dish soap from her hands, “I think we both know his interest is in something other than this job.”

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