I didn’t know it would be difficult to die. Even though I wanted to die, ironically I found myself struggling to survive. I changed my mind and decided to swim back to the surface but it was too late for me. I gathered the little strength left in me and pushed myself upward but I went not more than a few feet.
My eyes began to close as the grip of death finally got a hold of me. In that moment of the throes of my journey to my final abode in the afterlife, the thought of how Jakes would survive without me is all that remained in my memory.
Yes! Sebastian needs me in the afterlife, and so does Jakes. I got caught between choosing the one I love, and the one with whom the blood flowing through my veins I share.
Regretting my action and thinking Jakes might forever remember me as being selfish, I decided to give my last fight, if perhaps I could win against death and remedy the damage that I was about to cause t
It was a hell of a night. After taking multiple bullets until I lost count of how many bullets found their way into my body, all hope that I would ever survive disappeared. My only fear was for those for whom I was fighting. If I die now without laying my hand on that paper, all I have been through are a waste!I wish I could speak one more time. I would have begged Debby to do all she can to find her dad’s paper and see that my mom comes out of prison. I wanted to show her how to access where I kept the papers to the shares that I have in my grandfather’s company because I had already instructed my lawyer to make her my beneficiary.I would rest in peace wherever I’m going if that is done. But that is not to be because my teeth are already clenching and had refused to part so I could mutter, even if it would be the last time I would ever speak to her.Oh, I hate this world, so unpredictable.&nb
As I entered Walter’s car, I don’t know what I was going to see. My dream terrified me so much that I almost started mourning Sebastian even before I get there. I already have a mental picture of what lay ahead of me.I wish he would have answered even one of the numerous questions that I asked him but he was just mum, focusing only on the wheel. My fear knew no bounds. My heart was pounding loudly. My hand was holding tightly to the car seat as if I was afraid of falling off.“God! Let this dream not come to pass this time around,” I prayed silently.My fear tripled when Walter pulled up in front of a house that was the same as the one I saw in my dream.“Walter, where are we?” I asked curiously just to confirm my fear and my dream.“This is Sebastian’s private apartment, this is where I brought him,” he said coldly.&
As I alighted from the taxi that morning, I was wearing an unusual smile. The gloomy look I have carried for days finally disappeared. I have been united with Sebastian. And with my brother about to start school, I have little to worry about.I was greeting everybody I met on my way as I walked through the hospital going to my usual spot. Even people that had not seen me, I was throwing greetings at them. I guess they were all surprised because for days I have practically avoided everyone.But I still have two problems, no, three rather, that I know await me as I resume work. First is Joan who definitely might be thinking that I deceived her last night, Lucas who threatened and gave me twenty-four hours to tell him where Sebastian is, or get reported to the police for the murder of his cousin, and also Edwards Halloway's demand which was similar to Lucas but could mean more danger than that of the former.Well, getting m
I kept calling all through the day, the moment I got through with an operation or surgery, the next thing I would do is to call him.I could not remember the number of times that I called Sebastian that day. I lost count of it. I know he could yet talk for long, but I just want to hear his voice and make sure he is fine. Just the word “Hello sweetheart” that he coos anytime I called him satisfies me more than any delicious meal that I have ever eaten.I bumped into Brian several times during the day and he could not understand who I was always talking to on phone looking so happy. He seemed too confused to even stop me. But just before his shift was over, he summoned the courage and walked up to me in the bunk room where I was resting.“Hi!” he greeted, more of getting my attention than a courtesy.“Hey! Brian, what’s up?”“I’
I was just looking at the phone, unable to pick it up because I don’t know what to say. I don’t want Joan to know that I have already known where Sebastian is. And there is no way I will answer this call without her getting a clue as to who I was talking to.I could see her looking at me from the corner of her eyes. The phone rang until its end. I put it back into my jeans pocket and started going. But Joan was still standing, looking at me suspiciously. I turned to face her, oh God, her look speaks volumes, a volume that was too voluminous for me to make any sense of what it could mean.“What?” I asked.She did not reply, just looking at me as if she did not hear what I said.“Are you going to stand there staring at me like we are lovers who just broke up? Come on let’s go.”Just then my phone started ringing again. I thought I put it on
I don’t know why Joan is still following me, but I need to lose her. I was supposed to go to the hospital to get my things from the bunk room. But I was willing to let go just to avoid being followed to where I was going.After making the final bend that should lead to the hospital, I hid behind a car and waited until she went into the hospital.Forgetting what I have in the bunk room, which I know would still be there when I get to work the next day, I picked a taxi and headed straight for Sebastian’s private house.As we got close, my heart started beating faster, not knowing what to expect. I was just going through a lot recently that, even if I had no cancer, the tension was enough to give me concern over my health. I move each day not knowing what was coming the next moment but was constantly aware that my life was no longer mine alone.Was this a price I have to pay for dating a thi
Deborah Matthew is a phenomenal lady. Even if you don’t fall for her beauty, you would not want to miss her simplicity. It is no more a thing to hide, I love her and she must know about it.From what the doctor said, I was supposed to lay on that bed for a while. But here I am, right before the woman I love. I am ready to marry her, I am ready to share my world with her. It is for her sake that I came off that sick bed this fast.I could still feel the pain incurred from the bullets that were rained on me but I need to get to work. My mom has been too long in the prison and needs to get out. A recent development is showing that there is more to Doctor Matthew, Deborah’s dad’s death. I wish I could tell her but I have no concrete evidence yet.But before all that, I need to make her mine. I know we planned to just use our fake relationship as a way for my grandfather not to take my right as the CEO of th
As we argue about me going out and not going out, I was glad that I have someone at least, who could argue with me about my own life. That shows how important I am to her. She is just afraid of losing me and I know that.But I am not dying anytime soon, not until I make her my wife officially and bring my mom out of the prison. The police can look for me for all I care. But until these two things are accomplished.“Just look at this,” Debby said, pointing to the bandage that my shirt is trying to hide. “This is still fresh. That you are up on your feet does not mean you should endanger your life.”“Listen, someone is trying to frame me for murder,” I have no choice but to tell her the truth.I could see the interest on her face when I said that as if it was something similar to what she has heard.“Murder?” she asked.