Chapter Four- The Deadly Accident

    It was now Sunday. A day after the party at home to celebrate Junior`s long time health recovery. Dorothy, Franck`s last sibling had also spent the night with them to help Jane in culinary sector. It was 9am in the morning. The ladies, two best friends were busy packing and arranging things in the house. Vehicles could be heard passing through the sub road near the house.

     Franck got up much earlier and did the cleaning of the Livingroom. He did not want all to be left at the mercy of his wife and sister. He thought it would be good to make things lighter as many hands easy up things. By nine ‘o’ clock Franck had finished his own section of clean up.

     Jane and Dorothy were left with the kitchen task only. It was much easier. And she also admired her husband on this domain because he did not often have the big boss syndrome at home. Even though he was a big boss at work. He always humbled himself by making sure that the whole family was at ease.

     Junior was already awake. After taking his breakfast with his father both men decided to go outside and spend some sporting time at the lawn. Junior was a big fan of soccer. The two men were already doing some kicking and dribbling. With repeated taps and kicks. It was such fun and they were really enjoying themselves.

    Just at that moment, Franck’s cellphone suddenly rang. Jane who was in the kitchen with Dorothy collected it and ran for her husband who was with their kid outside. Since the ringing persisted. “Franck! Your cellphone. You got a call.” She informed him running towards him.

     “You could have answered honey. Do you want Junior to defeat me?” He responded to her who wasn’t far from them.

    “Well darling, I guess it`s an important call because the number is masked.” She explained her reasons of not answering the call.

     “Okay, give me then.” While about to answer the call, he said. “Junior you hold first please.”

      Franck took the cellphone. Jane returned to the kitchen to continue with her cleanup activities.

     “Hello. Who`s on the phone please?”

     “Hey, Big bro. how`re you?

     “Great. Who`s it please?”

     “Just guess. It`s me.”

     “Excuse me(A bit confused due to weakness of the line). Is it you Simolen?”

     “Haha yes bro. It`s me. How far? Sorry I could not call yesterday. I was pretty busy at school. Hope all went well at home?”

     “All was in good order. Your voice has changed a bit. I could hardly make it up. Everyone was there apart from you. Why are you calling with a masked number?”

     “Well big bro, I just decided to use this medium. My phone is having a bit of crush. Tell Junior, I will catch up with time.

     “Okay Simolen. I will let him know you called. He`s even playing not far from me. 

     “Thanks. Bro, I have a problem. I beg your pardon! I need your assistance. I need some money, about seventy thousand dollars.”

     “What! To do what with such an amount. Simolen, Simolen, Simolen…” The line became faint again and dying off. Franck took the direction of the gate towards the sub road to track connection.

     Seeing his father displacing himself. Junior also followed out of children`s curiosity. Opening the gate and trying to cross the road to meet his father on the other side where he had crossed and was standing. At that point and time a bike rider riding on full speed knocked down the kid. Creating an unexpected twist of events. The shock projected Junior on the air. To a height more than the bike level and he fell on the tarred road hitting his head violently. Blood started flowing from the mouth and nostrils. Blood spreading everywhere. Franck hearing the shock from behind and not knowing Junior was after him turned quickly to realize it was his own son who was lying in a pool of blood. He had just been badly hit by a bike. He shouted with all his strength taking power from his soul.

      “Juniorrrrrr, no Jesus! Not my son again. No good lord, please”

     He screamed as he kneeled and carried his bleeding son and begged someone to called the ambulance quick. The confused biker tried also to hold the child with him.

    Franck cried out and  the sharpness of his voice met Jane in the kitchen. Making her heart to sink and melt as if a strange wind had just swept her to her soul. Putting her in a five second fit as the world had just stopped for a while.

     she softly dropped down the glass of water she was holding and took on a mad rush towards the gate. Rushing through the wind as she felt danger.

     Reaching the scene, she could not believe her eyes. She squalled in distress. “Junior, Junior, Junior! My son; wake up, please wake up Anthony. Franck what happened? What happened again?” After taking the motionless boy from him quickly. Holding Junior tight to herself and swiping blood oozing from his nostrils. Junior was already in a coma. She yelled and hollered. Just when she thought all was back to normal in her life, here comes again the unexpected.

      In less than no time, neighbors gathered around. They were trying to console them by advising each other to give space so that fresh air could circulate. The bike rider by then called for an ambulance. The two parents were still holding their child and crying loud. Junior was unconsciousness. Maybe he was already dead. The worst nightmare for Franck and Jane at their very own face.

     The ambulance soon arrived, and both parents entered and sat beside their son. The medical team did all they knew to show professionalism.

      Soon the police arrived the scene and the biker was submitted to preliminary questions then was asked to enter the car for further questioning at their station.