A GOOD AND BAD NEWS

~FIA~

It's been almost two months since Kayla was shot.

Things haven't been easy, I was her only family. The doctors said she was hanging on, but it's still only a 50/50 chance that she would wake up.

There was no day I wouldn't visit Kayla, the police have been investigating, but they still have no leads on who shot Kayla or why.

But I knew it was related to the message I received, and afterward, I've received more of that, but I haven't told anyone about it, it doesn't seem like the cops would be able to get this guy, so why bother and infuriate whoever it was?

Kayla doesn't have a single enemy, she's the kindest person I know, it was all my fault. Maybe I was cursed.

It also felt like I was being watched but despite these, Barrett doesn't have an idea, his company and a lady he has been trying to find for the past months were more important to him and he would come back to pour his frustration on me, I could only wonder who that woman meant to him.

Barrett acted like I had hurt him in the past as all he had towards me was hatred, I had never been comfortable since I stepped into this house.

He made me clean 14 rooms daily, apart from his room and office which were off-limits.

It seemed he couldn't get enough of my suffering as he would intentionally pour dirt on the floor, reject the foods I make, ask for a new one and go to a restaurant to eat after I've prepared it.

He would make me wash clean clothes, last week, he had made me jump into the pool fully clothed, just for his amusement. Well, I promised to entertain him as I deeply wondered when this would end. He didn't care about Kayla in the hospital, but it was all his fault this was happening.

I wanted to confront him, but I was his puppet, I couldn't do anything. I would always curse the day I got married to him and signed those papers.

I wondered what I had done for him to hate me so much, he doesn't even look at me like a woman, I don't know if that should be a good thing.

I soon received a call from the hospital that lit my day. Kayla had woken up.

Without wasting time, I took a cold bath as I prepared to go see her when he drove in.

"Why is he early?" I pondered, going out to meet him.

"Kayla is awake," I said with so much ecstasy as he just stared at me without saying a word.

"Let's go see her," I added as he gave a small sigh.

"Make me Tacos." He said, turning his back on me as he climbed the stairs.

"Tacos? That you would never eat?" I questioned when he paused.

"I'm tired of all this, you married me, so treat me as a wife and not a maid, I have feelings too," I yelled tears leaving my eyes, but he didn't turn to look at me as he continued going up the stairs.

"I'm not making you Tacos, you, do it yourself." I spat, as I turned to leave the house.

"You'd go nowhere till my Tacos are ready." He suddenly said.

"You of all persons have no right to question my authority." He spat as I scoffed.

"Why?"

"Because you and your family are murderers." He yelled this was the first time I had seen him angry, but I'd had enough.

"My family might have been murderers, but not me, don't take it out on me," I said as he laughed.

"You are all the same, don't step a foot out of here." He added.

"You're claiming to be the saint, huh?" I yelled.

"Just know that if anything happens to Kayla, you killed her," I said as he gave me a confused stare.

"What are you talking about?" He asked staring at me.

"Kayla is in that condition because of a person called Walter," I said watching his reactions as he stared like he had just seen a ghost.

"Walter is out?" He whispered, not moving an inch.

"I knew I was right," I said and with that, I walked out of the house, I wouldn't let him ruin this happy day.

The drive to the hospital was slow, but I eventually got there I immediately dashed to Kayla's room, but met an empty bed.

Immediately, I went to meet one of the nurses, asking where Kayla had been taken.

"Excuse me, can you please tell me where my friend Kayla is?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.

"I was just in her room and she wasn't there."

When a nurse behind the desk looked up at me, her expression was somber.

"I'm sorry, do you mean Kayla Egypt?" She asked as I gave a quick nod.

"Oh, she just passed some minutes after waking up," she said quietly.

The words hit me like a punch to the gut. Kayla...dead?

It couldn't be true, this was a mistake, maybe it was another Kayla Egypt.

"No, that can't be right," I stammered, my hands shaking. "She was doing better, the doctors said-"

The nurse reached out to touch my arm. "I'm afraid it is true. She's gone."

The world tilt around me as the reality set in. My Kayla was gone, the most cherished person I shared everything with, was never coming back.

A strangled cry escaped my throat, and I stumbled backward, as my vision got blurred with tears, till my legs gave out and then darkness.

My eyes soon fluttered open as I immediately closed it back due to lights from the ceiling.

I must have been in the dark for long. I soon heard voices, making me feel like I was underwater as I forced my eyes open.

My eyes fell on a lady in a white coat who was leaning over me.

"How are you feeling?" She asked, her voice gentle.

I tried to respond, but my throat felt raw and parched.

"What... happened?" I managed to croak out.

The lady's smile widened.

"You passed out from shock and stress." She said as I began to panic and tears left my eyes when I remembered Kayla, I didn't think I would live through this pain.

"Don't worry, she's in a better place." The doctor consoled. This was Barrett's fault, maybe if I hadn't gotten married to him, this wouldn't have happened.

"Can you also make me go to that better place, please," I begged, the two people that mattered to me were gone? It would be nice if I joined them.

"What about your babies?" She asked as I stared confused at her last statement.

"Babies?" What was she talking about?

"Congratulations, you're 7 weeks pregnant." She added.