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?

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3. "you'll never love yourself like i love you" -one direction

My father sat at the head of the dining room table. Macy gently placed our stseaming dishes of food onto the table.

“Thank you, Macy.” I smiled at her. My mum’s smile twitched as I did so. I wasn’t very hungry, so I simply poked through my meal. I had things other than food on my mind. For example, why did my mother hate the Matthews’ family so? Her and Macy used to be such good friends, though she was never a very big fan of Brandon. Ahh, Brandon. He grew up nicely. His still messy mop of curls, and those gorgeous green eyes, glinting with emotions you could never decipher. He was a mystery.  It was a shame he had to go, but I understand Macy’s reasoning. Still, I miss him so much.

“Blythe, are you alright? You seem dazed and your face is awfully red.” My father asked. I swear my face went into every spectrum of the color.

“Hmm? Yeah, I’m fine. Just lost in thought I guess.” I replied, trying to mask my color.

“Do you need to lie down honey?” my mother pressed.

“No, all is good, I promise.” I gave them a reassuring grin. I glanced over to the kitchen. Macy was putting on her jacket and reaching for her purse. I completely forgot that it was Friday and she was able to take off early. I had to speak with her before she left.

“Actually,” I pushed myself away from the table, “I’m really tired. I’ll find my way to bed on my own. Goodnight!” I wheeled away before they could protest. I rolled into the front foyer just as Macy opened the door to leave.

“Macy, wait!” I whispered.

“Blythe what are you doing?”

“I need to talk to you.”

She silently closed the door and kneeled down to my level. “You can tell my anything, sweetie.”

“Well, uhm, I was wondering…when can I see Brandon again?”

She gave me a sympathetic look. We both knew my mother wouldn’t allow him here, and she wouldn’t allow me to leave with her accompanying me. I hung my head in defeat. Why was I such and idiot? I gritted my teeth, trying not to cry. Macy lifted my chin with her finger so that we were now seeing eye-to-eye. She tenderly wiped away a fallen tear.

“We will find a way.”

I hugged her so tightly she started to gasp.

“I’m sorry.” I retracted away.

“No problem,” she smiled, “I wish I could get more hugs like that.”

“Goodnight, Macy.”

“G’ Night, sweetie. See you tomorrow.” She smiled, reopening the door.

“Wait, one more thing!” I stopped her.

“Yes?”

“Please don’t tell him I asked.” I blushed, my hair falling in my face.

“I won’t.” she pat my shoulder.

“Thank you.” I smiled before seeing her out.

 

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