SARAH?!"
I heard Jacob shout my name. I was still asleep and thought it was in my dream until I heard him again. I woke up and jumpee of the bed. Jacob had fallen asleep in the lounge. I got to the lounge looking at him holding his arm in pain. It was swollen to almost double the size. It was very early and still dark outside. Alex was still asleep. Jacob called a friend to take him back to the hospital, whilst Sarah laid in bed for a while,before showering. She dressed and paced the room while she waited for Alex to wake up. She was worried. She made breakfast but had no appetite. She was already having a hard time battling with the morning sickness, but her decrease in appetite was due to worry and stress.
She paced. Up and down, kitchen to the lounge,aimlessly.
Alex woke up just after eight o clock. He asked her where his dad is and Sarah replied "hospital".
"Hostipal? " Alex said with curiosity.
" Lets have
Jacob did not know Sarah was admitted. Sarah was moved to the gynea ward,were the nurses instructed her not to eat as she would go to theatre to do a DNC. A CLEAN OUT OF HER WOMB. Sarah cried, Edith was with her trying to console her but to no avail. Sarah was hungry she and realised she had not eaten her lunch. She believed deep in her heart, she could feel the baby within her alive and asked the nurse to contact Dr Watson. She fished out her lunch from her lunch bag and ate her sandwich. She gobbled the cheese sandwich with as little as 5 chews before swallowing. The nurse came in, looking at her shocked "I told you not to eat anything""I am not going anywhere until Dr Watson examines me" Sarah said in a stern voice. She had to be firm and stand her ground through all this emotional feelings. Her baby needed her. Edith sat next to Sarah and told asked the nurse when Dr Watson will arrive. "Dr Watson is in another hospital theatre doing a cesarean section. He has a few
Jacob was still asleep when Sarah visited him. It was still too early. He was always a late riser. She looked at his arms. They where both bandaged with a cotton wool like dressing from his palm all the way to his elbow. She could not see what his wounds looked like but she assumed it was raw and painful. His left arm was suspended in the air above his head by a sling. His knuckles were still stained with his blood. The swelling in his fingers had gone down which was a relief.Since both his arms where operated on, his foot had a jelco inserted with an iv line attached. She could see the sodium chloride 0.9% bag attached to his line on a drip stand next to his bedside. It was infused with a xefo 4mg for pain. She picked up his chart at the end of his bed on his table and flipped through it reading the notes. The doctors hand writing looked like scribbles. After years of working in the pharmacy and studying pharmacy as well via the hospital, Sarah coukd read his not
Sarah went back to her ward. He bed was dressed with fresh sheets. Her mother sent her a set of clean clothes. Sarah showered again as she was wearing a hospital gown and disposable panties with a ginormous maternity pad. Her aunt worked in the billinge department in th3 hospital and popped in to visit. She buzzed the nurse while Sarah was in the shower and asked for two extra pillows which she placed at the foot of the bed. Sarah changed and stepped out of the bathroom. Her aunt greeted her with a warm smile and gestured her to lay on the bed. As Sarah layed down Donna placed the pillows under her feet. She lectured Sarah extensively on bed rest and taking car of herself. After she was done she made sure Sarah was okay before she left back to work. Throughout the day she had visitors. Edith visited her on he tea and lunch breaks, so sis Donna. Her colleagues even popped in to check on her. Jacob came after lunch and sat with her for a while but she needed him to rest so she s
After one week of bed rest Sarah was discharged but she was put off from work for another two weeks. She had made it through this challenged times. Her baby was okay, but she needed to still rest to keep him or her alive.Jacob was also discharged on the same day. His hands were still wrapped in bandages and he was given a date for the next week. Sarah already knew the procedure for next week by reading his file. They left the hospital together after fetching their medication from the pharmacy. Their car was parked in the parking lot for almost 2 weeks. Sarah drove home with Jacob in the passenger seat because he was still drowsy and his arms were still delicate at this stage. Sarah stopped at the creche and to pick up Alex. She jumped off the car and knocked at the door. The teacher called for Alex. It was 3pm and she wasnt planning on driving in less than 2 hours time to fetch him. He grabbed his bag and excitedly ran out the door into his mothers arms.
Sarah was reaching that deep dark place in her mind. With each passing day her depression was weighing her down. Her moods were a mess, she snapped at any moment. She pitied herself. Jacob was soon admitted again for his skin grafting. She stressed for his well being. Her flashbacks on her past became more frequent. Her hate for everything she has endured became more strong. Jacob had lost his job during this time. Money was tight. Jacob was discharged 2 weeks later. Sarah brought him home. She refused to let her stress and struggles impact on them. She worked tirelessly. Juggled being a mom and houswife while Jacob recovered. She budgeted herself, so that the little salary she had would carry them through the month. Sarah cried at night, silently. She didnt want to stress Jacob out. Being pregnant and not knowing where your next meal would come from was stressful. Her refrigerator was almost empty and so were her grocery cupboards. But still God made a plan. She prayed day and nig
It was December. Christmas was in a few weeks time. This was the last thing on Sarah's mind. How could she even afford Christmas. The land lady just gave them an increase of rent. She had her car payment due. Food to see to and a new baby. Jacob had still not found work and Sarah's two thirds of a salary couldn't cover any of this.It was the first week of December and Sarah started looking for another place to rent. She couldn't afford this. She could afford anything. She wondered how will she make it to Christmas. Alex would be looking forward to the day, to the presents. Sarah was saddened just thinking of this.There was a hoot outside their door. Sarah went out to see her parents. They were here, she knew this wasn't good. "you didnt do your car payment yet. I came to collect the money",her father shouted. Sarah was surprised at their attitudes when it came to money. Not once had they asked if they had food on their table. Or if they needed anything. I
Jacob fetched Sarah from her afternoon job. They went to her parents place. After supper they were leaving when Chuck came out accusing Jacob of swearing him. He had fabricated a story and told her parents Jacob had said some horrible things.Sarah stood shocked as Chuck imstigated Jacob, accusing him over and over of calling him foul names." You called me a f***ed up a******", Chuck spat out. Jacob stood stunned. "WHEN DID I SAY ALL THESE THINGS YOU ACCUSE ME OFF", Jacob shouted. He was now agitated by this whole situation. Sarah knew that this was another scheme.This was always the case with Sarah and Nash. Everytime Chuck called the shots. He pulled their strings like a puppet. He always created a problem to get rid of people he doesn't want around. It was to show them a point. He had more authority and say im tbe family than they did. Who are they? That was his point.Sarah tugged Jacob's arm," he isn't worth it". Chuck heard thi
Jacob and Sarah together with their two toddlers were living in a new neighborhood. Sarah had started a new job and things were looking bright for them. Jacob had worked for a brief moment but was out of work again. It was December and holiday cheer was here. Sarah had just one provincial meeting to attend before she went on vacation leave. She dressed in a champagne buff dress. She slipped on a pair of heals, they were still knew, she only used them once, but decided to go with pumps instead. She put on a long necklace and her name badge before kissing them all good by and leaving to work in her red Nissan.She reached her meeting and put her cellphone in her bag whilst she got busy helping others with placing. " Sarah, you need to check your phone, Jacob called, something has happened" Kirsten quickly spoke before leaving to help another guest. Sarah dropped what she was doing and checked her cellphone. "shit, ten missed calls"." Hello, is everything alright?" S
I felt deeply hurt inside and that afternoon I could not write. All I could think about was my sick dad, covid 19 was wiping out entire families, I never thought that it would affect my family. They were always so careful.The next day the nurse looked at results , with a surprised expression on her face she said my dad was positive.I double checked the results only to realise that the name on the paper was some other person.I laughed at her , feeling some relief in my chest.The day after that it was confirmed that he was covid positive. I felt devastated yet hopeful. He was my dad, he had no chronic illnesses, he was as fit as a fiddle. He was like my own personal superhero with a family of healthcare professionals. Somewhere in my heart I knew that he would be fine.I took my lunch break early that day , feeling like a thief , I secretly went to see my father and give him the horrible news.As I sat at the dining room table, I told him that he was covid positive and all the preca
Last chapter.Mark grabbed his towel once his crazy neighbor untied him.Never in his life had he been so used.His a*** hurt so much he grabbed a back of peas from the freezer as soon as he reached home.He drew his curtains and sat on the bed.The ticking of the wooden clock on the wall had caught is attention.It was already five thirty, he had spent more than two hours being tortured.He picked up his phone and saw two missed calls.It was Jessica."It is a sign.", he thought.He called her."Hi", her cheery voice came through the receiver.For a woman who had been ignored for a few months, she sounded quite happy."Can we meet?", Mark asked. Jessica agreed. "Six thirty?", Mark suggested. "Perfect." Mark went back into the bath. This time he filled the tub with boiling hot water and some rough sea salt. Pulling on a pair of dark blue skinny leg jeans and a black polo neck shirt, Mark left his apartment in a hurry. He missed Jessica but he knew he wanted his old life back. He
Chapter 5Mark Molt sat comfortably on his black leather chair behind his large dark brown oak desk. It was another long day at the office. He waited for Mrs Blunder, who was his secretary for the last fifteen years, to bring his coffee. She had been bringing him his coffee since the day she started. She was as old as his grandmother, he assumed. Her grey hair and wrinkled face had much warmth and love. He adored her. This year will be her retirement. She decided to stay on until sixty five although sixty was the retirement age. She was as fit as a fiddle. Never complained, seldom took sick leave or any leave for that matter. He was going to miss her.She was truly a valued member of the law firm family. Mrs Blunder handed him his coffee," extra hot, extra strong, extra milk and no sugar, just how you like it son". His heart melted just hearing the little old lady. Indeed he will miss her. She had three more months until retirement. He wished she didn't have to go. Mark tried to persue
Chapter 4Jessica woke up with a throbbing headache. Her head ached, her foot ached. Her body ached. Everything just ached. She sat up slowly trying not to strain her foot. As her thoughts flooded into her mind with the events of last night, she felt nauseas. She remembered going to the hospital and then everything was blank.Jessica was blank. She really could not remember anything after the hospital and this made her panic. She could feel an anxiety attack rising within her. Her chest tightened. She felt as if she was suffocating. She cupped her hands over her mouth taking a few deep, quick breathes. A technique she learnes when she was a child. It was something she lived with most of her life. Whenever she got stressed out, even by the most slightest things, she would freak out drastically, leading to a panic attack. As she calmed down and started to massage her temples her daughter jumped on the bed next to her. " Hey mom, what happened to your foot?" she asked, her eyebrows now f
Chapter 3*Knock, knock*As Charlie held a sleeping Jessica, he leaned against the wall for support outside her door and strained his arm to knock on her door. He knocked the door quiet hard since no one had answered the door yet, he started to pang his closed fist against the door in frustration. Jessica was dead weight. His arm was becoming numb. He heard the lock on the doot turn and out came a stubby man. Round as a barrel, smelling of cheetos. It was an unpleasant sight and smell. He had never seen such a disgusting person in his life before living in an apartment. He belonged on a street corner, begging for change. " So YOU brought her home. Did you have a good time, was it so good she sprained her ankle and fell asleep".Just leave her on the bed as he motioned Charlie to leave her on their bed. He left her down gently. He walked to the living room to see that everything was a mess. There was dishes piled on the coffee table, clothes in the floor and beer cans piled next to t
Chapter 2Back at the Party, Mark Molt gulped down glass after glass of the finest alcohol. The music played loudly whilst everyone danced, married or not they were all grinding up on each other. A sexual song suddenly came on. It was ''Monifah,Touch it''.Mark sat crossed legged on the office chair when he felt delicate fingers trace around his neck and shoulders.There was someone singing in his ears. This secy voice sending shivers uo his soine awakening desire within him. He wondered who it could be.It was Joey Bloom, dressed in a mini skirt, halter neck top and high heals. Her cleavage was popping out of her shirt, as she turned him around in his chair. Everyone knew Mark always had atleast one good fling at every office party. He already slept with most of the woman in the firm.They all slept with him willingly.Every woman wanted a part of Mark Molt.The ladies always gossiped that he was a stallion in bed.Joey Bloom did not get her chance ,she was always outrun by the other woman,
It took me back to the day I started writing. it eased my mind and kept me occupied from the pain. Writing made me forget, it took me to my own imaginary world that blocked out the nastiness of reality. There was just too much going on, the pain inside had become like an arrow to the heart. I could not run nor could I had hide from my own harsh reality. I needed an escape and writing had become my own self taught councelling.I started writing CHEATED by the CEO which basically revolved around my sister's life.Chapter 1* Best CEO ever, Mark Molt!!! **clap, clap, clap*Everyone applauded as Mark stood in the centre of the law firm. He smiled from ear to ear, showing of his deep dimples. He was every girls dream guy, but he was also a married man with kids. The ultimate party animal. With hair so black and sleek and a well chiseled face, he could be called God's gift to women. His eyes so blue like the deepest ocean and lips that invited you in, woman had to fight the urge that he is
Grant texted me all day, listening to my complaints about my other half.He listened without judgement and I knew as usual he wouldn't believe me.No one did.until....He started staying over more frequently.we because close and I started to feel attracted to him.The distance between Jacob and I grew wider and wider until it was just a large empty space.I don't know when that happened and when the gap between Grant and I became non existent.I don't know when I had these feelings but they were there and it was hard to ignore.As the days went by I tried to reach out to Jacob.I called him up one day and asked him to spend lunch with me. His cold reply brought tears to my eyes. " I see you everyday. I don't need to spend lunch time with you and besides I already have plans."As Grant saw the coldness in Jacob everyday , he tried to make me happier.He invited me to lunch and I accepted.I drove to his work place and he ordered food.It was the first time trying this new restaurant
It wasn't all but a dream. The next morning I received a message over social media.It was him. He was checking up if I was alright. He knew me well and I guess that he picked up that this wasn't me. At first I played it cool, eventually I couldn't hold it in any longer.After letting out every bit of sadness that made a home in my heart, I felt relieved.The next afternoon,Grant came over with a pack of beers. Everyday we spoke and everyday I complained.Maybe I shouldn't have complained. Maybe I shouldn't have spoken.But for once I actually felt happy. For once I was actually being heard. Someone was taking my thoughts and feelings into consideration. Although I was the one who had cut all ties with him for a misunderstanding that was never about him, he was still the same caring person as always.Thinking back about that misunderstanding:I had just started a new job and I decided to take out a life cover for my dad who had asked me to.He felt that we should at some point bene