62****Kevin's POV****These days in the prison have been more hellish than it ever was. For three whole weeks, I realized I couldn't sleep at night no matter how much I tried. I would sit on my bed which had began to sink in as days passed, my palms clutched to my jaw and my mind wandering to and fro.I thought about just when I would be released, and then Natalie. Was she okay? Alive? Still mad at me? She never visited for once, and then for Zurich Corporations, how low the staffs would perceive me, if I was ever going to resume my place as a CEO. Was a rapist fit for that position?.Those nights, I would think and think when the other inmates slept, and most times I would discover blood running out of my nose like it did when my mom came visiting. All I had to do was rush to the rest room, washing it off over and over again till the bleeding seized. It went on for three whole weeks, thank goodness that it never did during the activities of the day and of course I braced up during t
63****Kevin's POV****Months later, I still trooped in and out of the infirmary. The doctor had diagnosed the cause of my banging head, dizzy sight and wheezing ears as a mental illness, a breakdown. It was particularly referred to as Major Depressive Disorder. I was given anti depressants and told to take some rest, before my mother was informed and the next day she was seated at my bed side in the infirmary, crying and worried as usual. “Kevin!" She muttered, immediately our eyes met. “I'm sorry, baby. My bad decision has cost us so much. I was almost losing my mind and I had no idea that you were worse over here." She said sadly. I took her hand, before I spoke, “Stop worrying mother, I'm all good" I said. “Okay?" I urged, but I knew all I said fell on deaf ears. She looked pitiable when I took another stare at her, and I had to say, “Be strong for me, mother. Trust me this is very minor and I'll be out of here, soon" My mother nodded her head in support, returning my clasp
64Jane had gone to purchase light scented candles and icecreams for herself, and a packet of herbal tea and the bengay ultra strength cream for her grand mother to ease the muscle and joint pain she felt this days. She added a pack of cookies and muffins to it, before moving over to the cashier's section clasping the basket in her hands. Walking out of the mall along the road, Jane discovered it had began to rain. “Thank goodness, I came along with my pocket umbrella!" she muttered.She felt the droplets of the rain first with her hands, ‘Ummmm... nice!' she thought, shutting her eyes and giving a smile as she enjoyed the chilly feel before she went on to open the umbrella. As she walked, the cool breeze blew her hair which were now falling on her shoulders. Jane had let her bob hair grow this time, refusing the urge to cut it down as usual to maintain that style. She wanted a new look. A new look in a new environment!.Her boot grazed the wet floor as she opened the short gate in
65****Natalie's POV****Maurice took a break for one whole month, before he considered going over to his new office in Lauren & Co, the commercial building his office was situated. That one month served as a very intimate honeymoon for the both of us, and the environment of our abode made it even more enjoyable. Maurice and I had wild sex in every corner of the room, the bathtub, the kitchen, verandah, on the big cabinet and sometimes I was pinned against the wall. Saying I was not wowed would be my highest form of insincerity. I never believed Maurice would give me good sex, which got even better while we were at it. “Every man has wild thoughts for a woman he loves, Nat. I was simply respecting you and your body" he had said, when I informed him of my astonishment. The next one week after our one month of honeymoon, threw me into the loving wife mood. I prepared breakfast early while his bath water was already placed in bathroom, woke him up with morning kisses to go in for his
66****Kevin's POV****Still pissed at what just happened, I surged forward. Wondering why the lady I had ran into, hit me so hard that my cap had to lose it's position. ‘What the fuck was she thinking?!'She succeeded in revealing my face, something I never wanted. Nobody should know that Kevin Fidell was back and out from prison. I couldn't bear to be treated or looked upon as a bad person, the prison had placed a long term stigma on me. One that would go as much as lasting forever. Now, I appeared like the lowest of low lives but I don't freaking care!. Everyone thinks of me as a deranged person. No, I was fully sane, but this is my resort to hiding my identity. Back in East Esturnburg Penitentiary, the law had made a decision that ended up in my favor. My sickness was too severe to still retain me, else my condition would get worse and so I was granted my freedom. Just like that! My only duty was to make sure I never got myself into any mess, else I would receive an even harder
67“Granny! Granny!" Jane called, scurrying to the kitchen. “What about this? How does it look?" She asked, turning around in a circle. The emerald wrap dress she wore, danced around with her. “This is just perfect! You look beautiful as always my pretty little darling!" Her granny complimented, giving a tired laugh. Jane laughed along, going behind to clasp her granny's shoulder while resting her head on them. After visiting Dr. Arnold two weeks before, they had come to a conclusion that Jane would deliver food for him at lunch and attimes for breakfast if he had to leave his home on time, this would be passed across as a notice to her through a text or call. A compilation of the doctor's favorite meals were written down, and Jane took proper note of them. The first day she was dressed in a shirt and pant, and had gone to deliver bento boxes that contained smoked salmon bagels, roast beef, brie sandwiches and grilled vegetables wrapped in hummus. Dr. Arnold found that funny. He
68****Natalie's POV****I just couldn't believe my ears when the doctor came up with another news after giving the diagnosis he did earlier. “I'd advise your husband should be moved to another hospital. His condition is critical and he needs the best hands to ensure a successful surgery" the doctor suggested. I looked on not knowing the best way to react. Already, I've been tired of weeping. My head felt way too light. Maurice made to talk. “Where do..."“Don't speak Maurice, please..." I sauntered.Maurice was very conscious unlike his first stay at the hospital, but now his condition was actually worse like the doctor had said. He was unable to stand upright now, and though he could gaze at me. All he did was lie on the bed, wearing a sad look on the face. “I will make very careful enquiries on the best hospital to be referred to"“Do have a nice day, Mr. Brown and take enough rest. The nurses would check in from time to time" he said, placing his stethoscope back to his neck
69****Kevin's POV****I painted the white part of my drawing paper, applying the red hue I had lightened with a white. As I stroked the brush repeatedly on the paper, I was satisfied at the exact color of redness it reflected. ‘Perfect!' I whispered. The sound of approaching footsteps caught my attention and I darted my eyes to the entrance of my little pleasure workshop. Yes! My pleasure workshop. For now, I painted every and anything my mind could think of to retain the little joy I felt since I arrived Carolton, hoping to enlarge that joy soon. Peering closely, I discovered it was my grandfather's worker, Jane. Our eyes met, and she looked away, letting her sight fall to her feet. In her hand was a basket of food. I had requested that Dr. Arnold inform Jane of my need for lunch that afternoon. “It won't be bad to know how her food tastes right?" I had asked my grandad. “How her food taste?" He returned the question with disbelief, evident in his eyes. “You have no idea of J
Epilogue Could Natalie and her husband hide his surgery and his state of incapability from Louisa?. They indeed tried their possible best, but Louisa noticed in no time. They wouldn't remain in whatever state Natalie had mentioned, forever. Louisa Brown found out the very moment she stepped her foot in the Brown's home for a visit. Maurice's mobility took quite the time, solid six months. However, he began exercising his legs by walking around the garden in their home. Natalie, his loving wife, was always willing to help. In a month, Maurice began to walk, advancing in progress as the days went by. Additionally, Natalie birthed her twin babies the next month, and Maurice couldn't contain his joy. Two healthy looking kids, a boy and a girl which they both named, Maya and Maverick. The lovey dovey couple, Jane and Kevin, visited the Browns as they promised, bearing their wedding invitation card which they presented before they left their abode. Their joy was simply undiluted,
72“I think we need to leave, your dad's food is getting cold!" She managed to say, she didn't want him to notice just how jittery and nervous she felt. He flashed a smile as he stood very close now, and Jane looked at him, admiring his beards and eyes. She couldn't stop staring at his eyes. His stare was still fixed at Jane. Making his eyes duller and licking his lower lips, Kevin leaned in more and more. ‘The effect Jane had on him!' Kevin couldn't dispute the fact that Jane was the first lower class girl he had ever fallen for, she would never had been his type before his days in prison but there was something about Jane! He couldn't help but appreciate the fact that a bit of his personality changed after his stay. Jane was fire!.Their nose touched now and they felt each other's breathe on their faces. Jane began to close her eyes tightly, exhilarated that Kevin made to kiss her. His nose grazed hers, and then went down her cheek, before she heard him whisper softly. “I'd try
71Jane walked brisky, and halted two steps forward. “What the fuck am I doing?!" She mused, her face wearing a little frown. Biting her lips and giving in to a wide smile, she remembered the naughty dream she had last night about Kevin. ‘How could I think of him so much that he appeared right in my dream?' she muttered unconsciously. Wasn't she stupid to fall for Kevin? She thought. Kevin had also been involved with Natalie. Why was she always attracted to anyone around Natalie?! She thought further, giving a loud sigh. She was definitely crazy! Yes. If Kevin still had a thing for Natalie, she would be flung back into another period of heartbreak and desolateness. She would rather kill whatever she felt for Kevin now and save herself of such stress, but could she?.Heading a few steps forward, she stopped right in her tracks as she discovered Kevin had been standing, his hands was tucked in his pocket and his face gazing directly to the floor, switching it to the other side of t
70****Natalie's POV****The reception area of The Arnold Healing Center was almost the same as the Oaks Medical Center where Maurice's first surgery was conducted. However, I could spot that the current hospital was more sparse and equipped. Not so surprised, the Fiddell's baffling wealth was never hidden!.The sudden deep breath Maurice gave as they placed him on the stretcher made me panic. I sucked in a deep breath too, shutting my eyes, before the masculine voice of an advanced doctor jilted me out of my solemn moment. “You will be just okay, pretty lady!" The doctor said with a smile, he was dressed in shrubs. I couldn't help but smile back despite how I felt. He was so cool, regardless of the fact that he had aged. Was this Kevin's grandfather? Dr. Arnold?.“Dr. Arnold... I think you're Mr. Brown's wife, right?" He asked, offering a handshake.“Yes, I am" I replied with a smile, taking his hands. I should have noticed he was Kevin's grand father the moment I beheld his face.
69****Kevin's POV****I painted the white part of my drawing paper, applying the red hue I had lightened with a white. As I stroked the brush repeatedly on the paper, I was satisfied at the exact color of redness it reflected. ‘Perfect!' I whispered. The sound of approaching footsteps caught my attention and I darted my eyes to the entrance of my little pleasure workshop. Yes! My pleasure workshop. For now, I painted every and anything my mind could think of to retain the little joy I felt since I arrived Carolton, hoping to enlarge that joy soon. Peering closely, I discovered it was my grandfather's worker, Jane. Our eyes met, and she looked away, letting her sight fall to her feet. In her hand was a basket of food. I had requested that Dr. Arnold inform Jane of my need for lunch that afternoon. “It won't be bad to know how her food tastes right?" I had asked my grandad. “How her food taste?" He returned the question with disbelief, evident in his eyes. “You have no idea of J
68****Natalie's POV****I just couldn't believe my ears when the doctor came up with another news after giving the diagnosis he did earlier. “I'd advise your husband should be moved to another hospital. His condition is critical and he needs the best hands to ensure a successful surgery" the doctor suggested. I looked on not knowing the best way to react. Already, I've been tired of weeping. My head felt way too light. Maurice made to talk. “Where do..."“Don't speak Maurice, please..." I sauntered.Maurice was very conscious unlike his first stay at the hospital, but now his condition was actually worse like the doctor had said. He was unable to stand upright now, and though he could gaze at me. All he did was lie on the bed, wearing a sad look on the face. “I will make very careful enquiries on the best hospital to be referred to"“Do have a nice day, Mr. Brown and take enough rest. The nurses would check in from time to time" he said, placing his stethoscope back to his neck
67“Granny! Granny!" Jane called, scurrying to the kitchen. “What about this? How does it look?" She asked, turning around in a circle. The emerald wrap dress she wore, danced around with her. “This is just perfect! You look beautiful as always my pretty little darling!" Her granny complimented, giving a tired laugh. Jane laughed along, going behind to clasp her granny's shoulder while resting her head on them. After visiting Dr. Arnold two weeks before, they had come to a conclusion that Jane would deliver food for him at lunch and attimes for breakfast if he had to leave his home on time, this would be passed across as a notice to her through a text or call. A compilation of the doctor's favorite meals were written down, and Jane took proper note of them. The first day she was dressed in a shirt and pant, and had gone to deliver bento boxes that contained smoked salmon bagels, roast beef, brie sandwiches and grilled vegetables wrapped in hummus. Dr. Arnold found that funny. He
66****Kevin's POV****Still pissed at what just happened, I surged forward. Wondering why the lady I had ran into, hit me so hard that my cap had to lose it's position. ‘What the fuck was she thinking?!'She succeeded in revealing my face, something I never wanted. Nobody should know that Kevin Fidell was back and out from prison. I couldn't bear to be treated or looked upon as a bad person, the prison had placed a long term stigma on me. One that would go as much as lasting forever. Now, I appeared like the lowest of low lives but I don't freaking care!. Everyone thinks of me as a deranged person. No, I was fully sane, but this is my resort to hiding my identity. Back in East Esturnburg Penitentiary, the law had made a decision that ended up in my favor. My sickness was too severe to still retain me, else my condition would get worse and so I was granted my freedom. Just like that! My only duty was to make sure I never got myself into any mess, else I would receive an even harder
65****Natalie's POV****Maurice took a break for one whole month, before he considered going over to his new office in Lauren & Co, the commercial building his office was situated. That one month served as a very intimate honeymoon for the both of us, and the environment of our abode made it even more enjoyable. Maurice and I had wild sex in every corner of the room, the bathtub, the kitchen, verandah, on the big cabinet and sometimes I was pinned against the wall. Saying I was not wowed would be my highest form of insincerity. I never believed Maurice would give me good sex, which got even better while we were at it. “Every man has wild thoughts for a woman he loves, Nat. I was simply respecting you and your body" he had said, when I informed him of my astonishment. The next one week after our one month of honeymoon, threw me into the loving wife mood. I prepared breakfast early while his bath water was already placed in bathroom, woke him up with morning kisses to go in for his