Andrew decided to visit Anna, she was already in her fifth month, she had called for him severally and he had done nothing, but to keep her in the dark, he was offended, not with himself for neglecting her, but for the doctor that would not let him be and just kept calling.
" Andrew, you came, oh I am so happy" she said and she rushed towards him to give him a hug, it's been months since he last saw him, he looked different, he has gotten his memories back, he even looked more handsome, his demeanor was enchanting now, the way he took each step spoke authority, but behind him was Elizabeth, her maid, she was well dressed, she looked like a queen, she too walked with authority, she had thought Elizabeth was with her, she never knew all she wanted was to be her.
"So I heard you wanted to see him? He asked as he continued to walk inside. Anna looked around to see if anyone could catch her, but she was all alone, she had no one with her, she wanted to be strong, but she couldn't, she broke down, she started to cry, Elizabeth hadn't said anything to her, but she suspected if she opened her mouth, she was going to break down even more.
He finally got inside, sat on the couch, looked around and spread his hands.
"It's been so long I came home dear" he said addressing Elizabeth.
Did they come to feed her with fog food, she had been wanting to see him for a long time, she even refused taking proper care if herself, she stopped dressing well, hoping he would get his attention, hoping he would just come so that they could talk, but all the while he had been busy with her maid.
Anna didn't even want to look at Elizabeth, she wasn't dissapointed, it wasn't like she was her friend or anything, she was only her maid, and most maids were gold diggers, she had probably always wanted Andrew and would have done worse to ensure she had him.
Petranilla was right, she had told her to leave, there was really no point in her staying, she was only going to get herself hurt, she couldn't even believe that Miles could just turn his back on her, she really had no one, but this time she made up her mind, she was going to leave again, but she wouldn't fall into another trap, she would go to her parents.
"So, I am here, I heard you want to see me" Her tears were still streaming down, but she cleared her throat severally, wiped her tears with the back of her hand and tried to find her voice, but it was far gone, her voice cracked as she spoke.
"I am sorry dear, did someone beat you, or did you loose your voice to esctasy with the doctor that was assigned to treat you? She looked up at him, with her teary eyes and then Elizabeth laughed out loud, she couldn't hold herself, she laughed and held on to Andrew.
"Oh honey, that was so harsh, you are really wicked, don't be so mean, I didn't tell you she was sleeping with him now, I just said she might be considering him, you know, there is this look she always gives him whenever he came to check on her.
Anna could not believe her ears, Elizabeth had the effrontery to speak such ILL in front of her, she was insulting her, she had gone to Andrew to tell him things that she had never thought of.
"No wonder, he wouldn't let me be, he was probably running away from being killed, he didn't want to loose his life like Joseph did, you know, anyone who offends my family ends up leaving this world the very bad way.
Anna knew there was no point in shedding a tear for him, he wasn't worth it, she wanted to leave, but she would leave with her child.
"I see, so you now sleep with my maid" she found her voice, this time she was not crying, she was firm, she even stood up, she was wearing a pitch maxi dress, it complemented her blue slipper, she was still so beautiful, but Andrew didn't want to think about it.
"Well, enjoy it while it last, I hope your family is okay now, I hope they are happy, they should clap for you, you have really done something great for yourself, finding yourself a maid is your greatest achievement, I am glad you did.
"Is that all you've got? He said and that earned, another round of laughter, then he faced Elizabeth who had tears in her eyes from laughing so much and said."she thinks she can talk, she called you a maid, don't worry let me tell her who she is.
" Anna, You're nothing more than a clever prostitute. You accepted the conditions in which you found yourself and you triumphed.
In the end, he turned to Elizabeth, who opened her mouth as though she was shocked but was only waiting for more insults to come " she realized that anytime she weren't fucking for fun, regardless of what you told yourself, honey, it was hooking.
If I were going to put a price tag on my lady parts, I’d find a more appetizing buyer.
That was just too much for Anna, she couldn't be strong anymore, she didn't open her mouth, she didn't wail, she didn't scream, but her dress was soaked with tears, she could feel her dress on her skin.
The bitch-goddess, as she is what you should be called, bitch goddess of Success, roamed, snarling and protective, round the half-humble, half-defiant Michaelis’ heels, and intimidated Clifford completely: for he wanted to prostitute himself to the bitchgoddess, Success also, if only she would have him.
"You are a prostitute to me, do you know what Prostitution is?
Don't worry, I will enlighten you, I know your parents didn't really send you to school, they were just interested to know how well you could sell your body.
Anna stood up, she couldn't take it any more, she was nailed, she wanted to walk away, but she managed to say.
"Thanks for visiting"
"But j am not done yet, I am yet to define prostitution for you.
"Before you leave, I want to ask, how much did he give you, did he buy you anything expensive? Did he promise you some hidden treasures, that you had to run away with him on the first blow of problem, tell me what he told you" she didn't say anything, she had her back to them, she was going to walk away, but she couldn't move, it had been toouch work for her standing up, to walk away for so hard, she just stood there.
"You know you really fooled me there, you got me like From twelve stories up it was easy to be fooled by the city's rain-swept beauty, by the millions of lights twinkling in the night. But all I had to do was turn my head to see the truth: a child-whore asleep in her hospital bed. It could rain forever and the city would never be clean.
You put on this white, you dress so immaculate, but you are still dirty.
He then walked towards her and stood infront of her, she was still backing Elizabeth, while Andrew was facing her, he held her shoulder and spoke to her face.
You are my father Xmas, you know, Father xmas is like the love from a prostitute, it doesn’t exist and it makes you spend loads of money.
She spat on him, he moved back to clean his face with a handkerchief, then before he could recover, she slapped him. He was about to raise his hands when his brother's walked in, he quickly placed his hands back in his pocket.
Anti-prostitution feminism is a place where men can participate in flinging slurs like "holes," "whores," "orifices," and "cum dumpsters" at sex workers– and call it feminist analysis. It's a place where men who consider themselves feminist-aligned can patronize and dismiss prostitute women, as men have done for centuries. It's a place where a police officer can rifle through the bathroom bin at a sex worker's flat, retrieve blood-soaked tampons, publish photographs of them in his memoir (with a touching dedication to sex workers he has met in his work: 'this is my attempt to describe your reality'), and still be treated like a feminist activist. As sex worker Charlotte Shane observes, anti-prostitution feminism makes it progressive for men to dwell incessantly on violent, coercive sex and abject bodies while at the same time enjoying praises.
Miles wondered where his brother learnt to say such hurtful words, he wasn't a smooth talker, but he must have really been a bully, to say such things about a woman he once claimed he loved, he couldn't stand it, be walked towards his brother and tried to pull him away.
"Father said we should come get you"
"I am not a child! He yelled at him a d pushed him away.
Miles could see he was hurting, even though he was saying those hurtful things to her, he really didn't mean them, he was just hurt.
He could remember every one now, and remebering how Joseph deceived him, he couldn't help but think Anna was in on it all along.
Andrew, eyed her and was about to walk away, but he was not leaving without the final blow.
"To be a prostitute like Mary of Magdalen is better to me than to live with pretense, or to live with someone I love but who never desires me, either as a prostitute or even more so as his lover.
Yes I loved you, but it is in the last now
It's very important for me to live my life the way I want and do everything I love. People can judge me however they like. They may judge how too wealthy I am. Living in a glass house with too many expensive furniture, with a vehicle so expensive, it could buy a community with nothing like you in it, However, I live my life and feel fulfilled. I am grateful and happy without having to stretch out my hands to ask for or hang my life from the help of others. I do not need a waste of time like you. You are my only regret.
Anna pinched herself, she could finally feel her legs, she ran inside and buried herself on the bed, she started crying, she was crying profusely that she didn't even notice the door open again, but the she felt the presence of someone, she looked and it was Miles.
"What do you want? She asked, but he said nothing.
Have you come to add to what your brother have said, have you come to insult me even more. Well don't waste hour time, because nothing you say now, will mean anything, it wouldn't make any difference from what he has said.
"I am not here to insult you, neither am I here to praise you, I just want to say, I am sorry, but I just cannot be your friend anymore, so you can stop trying to reach me.
"You have stopped being my friend months ago, that was no announcement, you need not say it like you haven't already planned everything.
"And also, father wants me to tell you to stop calling Petranilla, you cannot see Angel again"
"He cannot do that, she is my child and I will see her whenever I please, as a matter of fact, I am done with all of this, I am leaving, and I want to leave with my child.
"I don't think you heard me earlier" he said sounding so mischievous.' you cannot see her, and you can also not leave, not now when he is trying to win this election, maybe after the election, if you want to go to the street and sell yourself cheap, you can do just that, with the bastard in your womb.