Ace’s POV"She's in a coma," the doctor said, his attention shifting from me to Luis."What do you mean, doctor?" my heart sank, my eyes widened. "No, don't be afraid. It's nothing. It's a coma that has been medically induced. This sort of transient coma, or deep state of unconsciousness, is induced after an accident to protect the brain from swelling and allow the body to recuperate. The patient is given a controlled dose of an anaesthetic, resulting in a loss of feeling or awareness. We'll keep a watch on her vitals." He elaborated. "But why?" Was an induced coma needed, doctor?" For the first time since the doctor left the OT room, Luis uttered.“Yes. The intensity at which she hit the wall was high. It feels as though…there was a push.” I should have taken her to my doctor instead. But I obliged with my brother's demands. Now, if this doctor becomes invested in this, it may potentially reach the police. I'm not afraid of them; I just try to avoid getting into problems because o
Ace’s POV I staggered and slipped as my father pulled me up the stairs to his room by my hand. Not the one he shares with mother, the one he has to himself; the bed he sleeps in after arguments with mother and a desire to give each other space. We just stood at the door whenever he asked for something from us; none of us ever went inside.I have to admit that being dragged felt unusual for my body, and I misjudged his strength. I now understood how Angel felt whenever I dragged her, given she is physically weaker than I am. And, oh! That's when it dawned on me that I hadn’t informed him that she was in a coma. He unlocked the door and kicked it open violently. The way he forced me into the dark room made me feel helpless. I didn't feel like Ace Kingston being pushed around like that. Lights flashed on, blinding me. I looked around, and I quickly saw why he never let any of us go. I didn't want to be there any longer. I knew he was sick and cruel, but I never expected him to be
Sarah’s POVAs soon I got off a call with Luis, informing me Angel was in the hospital, I hopped into my car and drove as fast as I could. I didn't realize I cared that much about her until today. She's always been someone I pitied but never have I thought I'd go to those extents for.I arrived at the hospital reception area where Luis was sitting, waiting. He spotted me and came up to me while I was still conversing with the receptionist.“Sarah, you made it!” He mumbled from behind. His voice in a hopeless tone.“Yeah! Where is that one?” I grumbled, looking around behind him for any signs of Ace. Luis sighed and threw his hands in the air. “He left. He had to meet with father. I just don't know how it's going to go, and I doubt it's even about Angel in the first place. He looked worried since a few days.”“Yeah!” I whispered under my breath, my gaze peeping into his. I could tell he was fighting really heavy emotions.“How do you feel? I know you like her,” I said, forcing a smil
Sarah's POVAll I remember seeing before hitting the sofa with my stomach, and spitting blood, was Ace’s red face. I thought I was seeing the devil, except it was my brother. The brother I'd cherished the rest of my childhood. The brother I helped with maths homeworks and defended at school when everyone bullied him. I never considered him a step brother, but just a brother in need of a big sister to give maternal love to when Lulu was busy having brunch everyday.And today this is how he repays me. I felt my eyes well up, and I let it all out. Within a few seconds my face was covered in water. I remembered Luis was here with me. In so much pain, I forced myself up and pivoted to where I was standing earlier. I grasped for air.It seemed as though Luis wanted to hit Ace’s face with a fist, but the latter was blocking it with his palm so effortlessly. Like in the movies.Luis must have pushed me when Ace wanted to hit me, and because of that I hit the sofa and got hurt. But I can't b
Luis' POVWithin less than a minute, the doctor came in running. “Mr Kingston?” He uttered as he paced up to us.Sharon retrieved her ID card and put it on his face, startling him.“Detective Sharon, FBI. This is my friend, attorney general Luis Kingston. We want Angel Jackie-Kingston discharged now, to assist in further investigations by the police. We have a discharge warrant with us,” she took out a folded paper from her pocket and presented it.The doctor ran his eyes through the paper and swallowed hard. “You know she's in a coma, right? Do you have a doctor organised to take care of her during your investigation? She's your client but she's my patient, and I have to make sure she's going to be alright,” he said, nodding, shifting his focus from Sharon to me. “Yes Doctor. We appreciate your concern for your patient. It shows nothing but diligence and your well-deserved trustworthiness. But we assure you, all is taken care of. It's all written in the paper you're holding.” Shar
Sarah's POV"Ma'am, we'll have to sedate you in order to safely retrieve the embryo." "It can't stay any longer or you'll be poisoned in this state," the doctor whispered, breaking my heart. My body began to heat up as my heart began to pound. I felt a lump on my throat. It was so painful.I was afraid I'd die from a broken heart. Garry, my husband, has been holding my hand since he came. The last time I saw him sob inconsolably was when we miscarried our twins two years ago. Sometimes I feel as if I wasn't meant to experience the joys of parenthood in this life. My mother and father arrived unexpectedly. They were the last people I anticipated seeing. Who told them, after all? Luis is definitely in trouble!"Sarah!" my mother mumbled as she reached for my hand. Her eyes had already welled up with tears. I despised her act at every turn. I snuffed and yanked my hand from of her grip. "Mother, what are you doing here?" She brushed away a tear on her face. "I'm really sorry, bab
Ace's POVWe landed safely at the airstrip.It was 5:05am. The clouds were heavily pregnant and it was apparent it’d rain heavily in a few minutes if not seconds.I put on my hat and my opaque sunglasses, and walked down the staircase, carrying my suitcase in my hand. The cool but strong breeze blew my black knee length coat ,dramatically. As soon as I stepped down, one guy in a black suit came running to help me with my not so heavy suitcase, and led the way to the cars. Marco was standing steadily beside three cars, his hands held together in front, waiting for me.He motioned for the charioteer to open the car door for me, before bowing his head to greet me.“Boss!” He mumbled, tilting to clear yhe way for me.“Marco, did you find the address?” I shot straight to the point, as I boarded the black G-Wagon. “Yes, Boss! It's a fifteen minutes drive from here.” Marco muttered as he sat beside me and reached out his hand to close the door before the charioteer could.He's always been
Ace’s POV“Hello father! I have exhumed the body, what should I do with it?” I enquired over the phone, watching my men bring the coffin my way, and my aunt-in-law running behind them, begging. “Son, I'm proud of you,” he took a puff. “Fly it over here, I want to see the dog’s lifeless body.”“Surely!” I took the order. Once my men dropped the coffin into the open car boot, I ordered them to open it. “Oh no! What kind of a person are you? You want to open the coffin housing a body that's been lifeless for weeks now?” She barked at my ear, irritating me. I sighed, then pushed her aside slowly.“I didn't get your name, Miss Fernando.” I said grinning.She came at my neck and grabbed my collar, shaking me, except I wasn't moving. “You are not going to move my brother's body an inch away from here! You hear me?!” She cried, her eyes darkening.“Watch me!” I declared, pushing her away from me. I motioned for my man to shut the boot as I sauntered to my seat. They pushed her inside a
Six Months Later Ace’s POV “Be careful!” Angel demanded in a moan. Her hands were wrapped around my shoulders traversing under my armpits as she breathed in hot air into my ear. Her legs formed a pointy fountain under the sheets running through my waist, wrapped tightly around my thighs, making my thrusting work closer and easier. “Relax, I won't hurt the baby.” I whispered a warm assurance into her ear while my fingers rubbed her head tenderly. After the holy work was done, I helped her get ready for our doctor’s appointment. Trust me when I say it wasn't the easiest work of all. She changed into ten different outfits, cried when clothes didn't fit and wailed about how ugly she felt. Every two minutes she asked me if I still found her sexy, or I would dump her for a skinnier girl who had no baby multiplying the fat in her body. I had to assure her that I just made steamy love to her. Not only that, but I held her and kissed her neck while she came. “You're sexier when
Angel’s POVFollowing a great morning glory with my husband, he invited me to sit with him at breakfast. Dr Warner or whoever her name was, didn't seem to have that much of a problem. Although, there was one insect hovering over Ace throughout. I didn't get her name, and frankly I didn't even care. My mind was on something else. Once breakfast was done, Ace and I sat in the car. “Angel,” he cleared his throat and adjusted his posture. “I’ve been meaning to call Jeremy.”I frowned. “What?! Why?” He shook his head lightly, and tutted. “I really don't know. But I feel like he could be in need of a second chance too.” He glared at me, my cheeks became heavy with a blush. “I’m learning from you.” He added, his eyes anticipating a response from me. I shrugged my shoulders, my eyes not knowing where to land. “Okay! I mean…go for it!” “Yeah!” He whispered, before awkward silence reigned between us. “Say it!” “I can see there is something you want to say.” I advised, a smile hiding be
Ace’s POV“Angel!” I whispered, my heart pounding. She burst into a loud cackle. “Oh My God! Your expression is killing me.” She clapped as she laughed at my face. “Hi babe!”I sighed heavily, my palm on my chest as though I was massaging my heart. “You scared me.” She arched her eyebrows. “Really? The George Brooks can get scared?” She scoffed, helping me up. “Are you sure you are okay? I can take you to the nearest hospital.”“Yeah! Remember I am staying at a clinic now.” I added, following her lead to the car. She buckled and we took off. “So tell me, since when do you run?” She posed, her arms stirring the steering wheel flawlessly. I watched in awe. “I wanted to ask you yesterday, since when do you drive?” She smiled. “You're not answering the question, George.” She added, her gaze avoiding mine. “Okay, fine. How do you think I built all these muscles? I'm very physically active on a normal day.” I clarified, my eyes not leaving her cheek. My mind and my heart were at wa
Ace’s POVThe new dawn set, and my alarm went off. I reached out my hand to turn it off, and when all was silent, I lay on my back, my hands spread away from my body. It was only when I opened my eyes that it clicked to me that I was not home. I blew raspberries at the discomfort it brought me to be here, but then remembered my Angel would be coming to see me today. The anticipation was killing me. Quickly, I reached for my phone and sent her a sweet text, but she wasn't online. I waited for a little while hoping to get a blue tick, but in vain. Disappointed, I dragged myself out of bed and tiptoed to the bathroom, holding onto walls for dear life. “It's not even 7am yet, silly. She must be snoring.” I convinced my reflection in the mirror.After brushing my teeth and washing my face, I headed back and made my bed. Then, I changed into a grey workout outfit, grabbed a water bottle and headphones, and walked towards the door. Upon opening my door, I was startled by a female figure
Ace’s POV I felt a hand touch my shoulder,and I was startled. My neck tilted around and my face came face to face with Miranda. She sucked her lips, creating a friendly expression, as she held out her tiny hands,doing a little wave at me. I could see the top of her head, examining every little detail of her messy bun. I forced a smile. “Hey, Miranda.” I spoke between my teeth. “Yeah, George.” She responded and went silent, her eyes glued to the corridor floor we were standing on. Bypassers stole sneaky glances at us one after the other, but I turned a blind eye. “Can I help you, Miranda?” I pondered, her silence getting to me. She sighed. “I was wondering if we could hang out?” “For the assignment? It wants us to get acquainted with one another.” She elucidated following my silent response to her wondering. “Oh, yeah sure. See you tomorrow, or whenever you want to hang out.” “I have a scheduled call with my wife, sorry I'm running after time.” I grumbled and turned my ba
Ace’s POV I sat there, in a room full of drug addicts and people who twirled their fingers in anxiety. All their focus was on me. I guess I was more famous than I thought. For some fucking reason I kept thinking I was better than them. But a stubborn and straight-forward voice inside my head told me I was no different, why else would I be here? At least the chair was comfy. It was a very cushiony sofa modified into the shape of a palm, and I could sit comfortably on my back. A middle aged woman walked in, holding her hair into a neat, tight bun.“Hello guys!” She mumbled in a friendly tone. Voices groaned to greet her back, as she took a seat facing us. “I am Dr. Warner, and I'm here to help you all. Will you help me help you?” She wondered, forcing a smile. Everyone else nodded or groaned or forced a smile except for me. I just glared at the ceiling, rubbing my head and listening to everyone try to get into her good books. “Right? What's your name?” She asked me, but I wasn't p
Ace’s POVI closed the door slowly behind me, and leaned my back against it. My luggage stood steady at my feet, as my eyes studied the room. White walls, white ceiling, the furniture, and even the bedding; everything was white. And why not? This was a trick I learned of back in high school, that white keeps the mind soothed. A heavy sigh left my lips, having absorbed the typicality of my new home. Had it been for me, I would have never even looked up a depression support clinic. But Angel was involved, she had insisted, and so I followed. I pushed my suitcase towards the bed and picked up it's weight onto the bed. A borborygmi-like sound followed as I undid the zip to start unpacking, as per one of the instructions I received at the reception. With all my clothes hung and folded properly in the wardrobe, I drew the curtains, letting some light into the room. My window looked over some of the buildings in the premises. In fact, the reflections of the corrugated roofing would be bl
Angel’s POVAce seemed torn, caught between the darkness that enveloped him and my offer. His voice cracked as he spoke, "But what if I never get better? What if I'm stuck like this forever?"I drew a deep breath, my voice filled with determination. "Ace, I won't pretend to have all the answers, but what I do know is that there are professionals who specialize in helping people like you navigate through this darkness. They have the tools, the knowledge, and the experience to guide you towards a path of healing. We have to believe that there is hope, that there is a chance for you to find peace and happiness once again." I mumbled, rubbing circles on his back.Ace's eyes flickered with a mixture of doubt and longing. He seemed to be contemplating my words, grappling with his own self-worth and the possibility of a better tomorrow. "Please, Ace, trust me when I say that you're not alone in this.” I heaved. “Angel, I…” He attempted, but I interrupted him.“Uh uh!” An expression left m
Sarah’s POVI lounged on the beach, soaking up the sun and admiring the crystal-clear waters of the Indian Ocean. It was a much-needed break from my usual routine, helping me cope well with my recent miscarriage. I harboured hate for my brother at this point. Had it not been for him, I would have probably still been pregnant. Suddenly, my phone rang. I sighed, briefly tempted to ignore it. Garry had warned me not to take any calls so I could give this outing my full attention, but ultimately, I decided to answer. It was my sister-in-law."Hey, Angel," I said. "What's up?""It's Jeremy," Angel said, her voice lower than usual. "He wants to exhume Ace's parents' bodies."I sat up, suddenly alert. "What? Why?""I don't know," Angel admitted. "He and Ace are at loggerheads." She concluded with a sigh.I sighed. “And they both aren't normal people. Why am I not surprised?”She chuckled from the other end of the line. “I can't imagine how you must've dealt with all that your entire life.”