Charles
"What do you intend doing man? Aren't we going to just cuff and lock him up?" Max inquired, shutting the car door behind him.
"I'm going to beat his face to pulp, and then he'd know better than to raise his hand to hit nursing mother, and her baby." Was my response to Max's question.
Lolita who had heard this, snapped her head to look at me instantly.
"Be careful, he's a very temperamental person. Could be very violent. He tends to throw what ever he can find at someone." Lolita warned, cradling her son's head.
"Perfect. That's what I even want." I said, turning to look at Lolita, and then smirked at her.
BoluFlashbackRuby wasn't to be discharged on that day. She was to stay for more three days, for treatments for her to be quite okay. The temporal lobe surgery was still highly stimulating to her senses. Although she was very little to have done that surgery, but she was so strong. She was a fighter. She was so bold looking, and had gave me a smile when she was being placed on the sick bed and was wheeled into the operation theatre. I was the one even scared for her. She was so small, looked younger than her six years of age. And I knew Charles wouldn't have been able to bare seeing his daughter carries into the operation theatre. He was a strong man but easily got emotional when it came to Ruby.So Ruby was given drips upon drips, having pain killer meds shoved down her throat when she was quite conscious, since she didn't want to take any of them. She was too week to even move a limb. And had stared at me through blood
BoluContinuation of flashbackI felt so unclean, low and stupid when he finally rolled off me, and began putting on his clothes hurriedly.I was panting so hard from the marathon sex, and sweating profusely, trying to catch my breath from what just happened.It was so hot and passionate, having sex with someone who clearly wanted me. I was able to be myself. Not where I was trying to please him. I had ride him like my life depended on it. It had been such a long time someone had turned me on like that. It was a good healthy sex. Where every part of me was kissed and worshiped. From the crown of my head, to the sole of my feet. I was treated like a woman. A beautiful one at that. I felt so beautiful. Felt in charge.After giving me heads till I cummed, back at his office at the hospital, Dr Sylvester followed me to my hotel ro
Bolu Flashback After Dr Sylvester had left my hotel room, the urge to vomit was still coming up, so I went into the restroom to barf my lungs out. When I left the restroom, I got the shock of my life when I saw the last person I was expecting to see.. Alex. The one who had hurt me. It looked like he had been there, waiting for me to come out. I was shocked, but decided to not show it. Because he had hurt me so much already.I wondered how he even got in there. How he knew where I was. Because I didn't recall us talking, the last time when we saw ourselves. The last time when we saw ourselves, was when he was kissing another woman like she meant everything to him. After he had told me he wasn't ready to settle down with anyone or have anything to do with any woman. That the only thing he could give to me was pleasure. This made an
Bolu Continuation of flashback. And his response crumpled my world even more. To think I had hope he would say he didn't know if he loved me. "I know it's because of her." I growled. "I don't even know what you see in her. I have everything she doesn't have. Urgh! I hate her so much!" I outcried. "What exactly did she do to you? What did she do for you to care for her this much? You have known me before her, I came first into your life." I choked out these words, with my hand fisted against my chest, like I was being stabbed there. It was more than a knife wound. And Alex face palmed. " She's the one I love, Bolu. And I want to be with her. I'm so sorry. That's why I even came here to apologise to you, so you could forgive me all the pains I've cause." He implored. "I'm really sorry fucking sorry, Bolu. So sorry that I couldn't reciprocate the feelings that you have for me. That I coul
BoluFlash backI made my way into the kitchen almost nude, clad in my creamy white silk singlet, that displayed the top and sides of my busts, and panties that barely covered my bit butt.I wanted her to know that Alex and I had been having sex. To make her know she was nothing. Because I had been with Alex before she came. And yes, from the way her eyes were on me now, alot of things were going through her mind. I had everything, while she had nothing. I was thick, with the ample boobs and fat ass. While she had small boobs that were the size of tiniest grapes, and a flat stupid ass.God, I disliked her. I couldn't bring my self to accept that she was here. In Alex's house.The way her eyes did a once over at my appearance, made my lips stretch into a self satisfied smirk.
BoluI had thought my constant vomiting was because I had malaria. Little did I know it was the baby. Alex's baby."Dr Afolabi you need a lot of rest and little exercise. Try to eat right. You've practically been starving and that isn't healthy for both you and the baby. You need mostly vitamin and iron for the baby."The doctor who was an acquaintance of mine, said looking at me in a careful manner.I nodded and stood up to take my leave.I had another life growing inside of me.I wasn't alone anymore.I wondered how my parents would react when I would tell them I was pregnant. They would want to know the father of the baby, so I decided not to tell them just yet.Then I wondered how Alex would feel. I had been calling his line, but it always went on voicemail. When it would ring, he wouldn't even pick my calls.I thought about
Writers POVIt felt like it was starting all over again.Mia. He could still recall the first day he had met her. He could forget everything, but not that day.It happened at an event he was invited to, by one of his clients call Rachel Okafor. A woman he had help her won her case.On that Saturday evening, he had seen a girl, clad in ill fitted clothings, and was being denied of making her way forth into the event hall, by an usher. Because she was dressed totally different from the way everyone was dressed.After arguing with the male usher that was standing in front of the huge doors, she began leaving, looking quite sad that he, Alex felt the sudden urge to help her.He began advancing towards her, with she not even bothering to raise her head up to see that he was approaching her.And then he held her tiny arm in his, so he could talk to her. He wasn't one to do that, though. He was one to always mind his business. So it baffled
Writers POVIt felt like it was starting all over again.Mia. He could still recall the first day he had met her. He could forget everything, but not that day.It happened at an event he was invited to, by one of his clients call Rachel Okafor. A woman he had help her won her case.On that Saturday evening, he had seen a girl, clad in ill fitted clothings, and was being denied of making her way forth into the event hall, by an usher. Because she was dressed totally different from the way everyone was dressed.After arguing with the male usher that was standing in front of the huge doors, she began leaving, looking quite sad that he, Alex felt the sudden urge to help her.He began advancing towards her, with she not even bothering to raise her head up to see that he was approaching her.And then he held her tiny arm in his, so he could talk to her. He wasn't one to do that, though. He was one to always mind his business. So it ba
MiaI was alive, and it was a miracle. Because I had completely given up the ghost, and had woken up, right when I was taken to the morgue.I had survived death twice.After six painful months of getting treated in Indian, I was put on a wheelchair. And the doctor said it could take a year or two, before I could start walking again. Because Tunde Ibrahim had completely broken my legsThe fact that Bolu had taken a bullet for me, and had died, made my respect grew for her. She had exchanged her life for mine. And it was something I would forever remain grateful for. Though I still lived witj guilt, because everything she had suffered before death, was because of me. Was even pregnant for Alex. And had risked her and her baby's life, for mine.Something which always made me cry, inspite of me being in a terrible state.Alex didn't cry out. But it I kne
CharlesThe fact that Bolu was dead was still too hard to comprehend.It had been three weeks after her funeral, and it felt like it was just yesterday. I had cried so much, because I loved her with everything inside of me.She was buried on a cold Friday evening, with her parents and relative crying non-stopingly.Alex didn't join anyone. He had stood and watched from a distance, dressed in all black. Tearing up himself, that I couldn't even hate him anymore.He had cared for Bolu in his own way. And the fact that she had died with his baby, was taking a turmoil on him.I had loss Bolu, but the fact that we were all safe, made me not to feel completely lost.Bolu's death was something that really affected Ruby, that she chose to stay mute and refused anyone coming close to her. She deprived herself off food, personal hygiene, and cried he
AlexAn old woman, and a boy who could barely move his limbs came and held Mia as they wept. At this, I knew it was her grandmother and her cousin brother.My brain couldn't properly align that she was gone.I was still hugging her body to myself, as I wept, until I heard "Bolu."Instantly I snapped my head back, and saw one of the cops rushing to the lady who was on the floor. It was the same lady who had taken the gunshot for Mia.I stared at the lady closely, until I saw that it was Bolu.Taking my mask off, I left Mia in the arms of her grandmother, as I quickly walked up to where she was laying on the floor, in the pool of her own blood.The cop and a little girl was crying so hard, as they held her.And I squated and took one good look at her. Wondering why she was there in the first place. And why she had taken the
AlexWith my eyes, I searched for Mia, but I couldn't see her. It was other people who where tied with ropes, and had rags in their mouths.Tunde Ibrahim who had sustained a bullet on his leg, was on the floor. And he had a gun pointed at a female who was decorated in bruises, and had her clothes coated in blood.I looked closely, and saw that it was Mia.My heart moved to my throat at this, and I felt weak right at that instant.Mia looked half as dead, and I could tell that I stopped breathing.Just as Tunde Ibrahim pulled the trigger, I saw a lady from nowhere diving in to shield Mia away from the bullet.And when the bullet got through her neck, and she slumped heavily on the floor.This happened within the space of two seconds, and I shot Tunde Ibrahim on both hands. Before I rushed in to Mia.She was
AlexThe two cops accompanied me down to the basement, after adding more bullets to their guns.I could recall how Kate had told me, one of them; the tall fair one to be precise. Had saved them, when Tunde Ibrahim had sent a bomb.I knew if I hadn't shot the man who intended shooting him, he would have been as dead. Because he was out of bullets at that time.Him and his colleague had stared at me wide eyed, after I had shot and killed the other Tunde Ibrahim's man, who had wanted to kill the colleague.On getting to the basement, I kicked the door opened with my feet, and gunshots where behind fired at me. But for the fact that I was clad in a bullet proof all through, made no bullet to penetrate into my body.Taking steps backwards, I shot at these men, with the cops at my behind, assisting me.The more we moved backwards, the more they
CharlesMax and I exchanged gunshots with some of Tunde Ibrahim's men. It was really easy, because I was quite scared I was going to be shot dead. Even Max had fear evident in his face. We had our backs against eachother as we hid and shot at these men.It was one of the most difficult situation I had ever been thrown in, because we were surrounded by these men who where shooting at us from different angles. But God was still guiding us.The fact that Tunde Ibrahim had my mom and daughter, was worth panicking. I had no idea what he had done to them. If they were still alive or not.Max and I had killed most of Tunde Ibrahim's men, and it looked like two where still remaining, and hiding at some corner so they could shoot us.Just then, one of Tunde Ibrahim's men jumped out from his hidden place and aimed his gun at me.I tried to shoot at him, but then I r
BoluIt looked like something was on going outside, that most of Tunde Ibrahim's men started running out.Gunshots and screams could be heard.And on seeing how Tunde Ibrahim and the remaining of his men were rendering hefty blows and kicks on Mia, was making me sick.There was a pool of blood on the floor, and Mia's face looked swollenly covered in blood.Guilt stung me deeply, that the pace of my breathing became fast and uneasy. Because it was partially because of me that she was in this condition.I had been blinded by hate and jealousy, to see that Mia was innocent. I knew Alex, he wouldn't fall for a despicable person. He had fallen in love with her for his own reasons.Something I was too angry and jealous to notice.And now, she was thrown into this situation because of me.Like a beast, Tunde Ibra
CharlesThroughout the drive to Tunde Ibrahim's house, Max and I were panicking, to the extent that Max even wet his pants.I was trying so hard to keep my emotions in check, and it really wasn't easy.Tunde Ibrahim had my daughter and my mom, and I didn't even know if they were dead or alive. But I chose to believe that they were alive.Meanwhile, Max had lost all hopes.He broke into tears like a baby, and despite that I was in an anxious state, I still managed to talk to him. That everything was going to be fine, and we'd have our families safely. But Max still refused to believe me. His facial expression was like his world was crumpled, and there was no hope of restoring it.Even me too was scared, because Tunde Ibrahim had my daughter and my mother, but I still managed to stay strong. Because if I acted weak, then it meant I was willing to accept the
AlexOn getting in front of Tunde Ibrahim's house, I made sure I took hold of my bulletproof mask. My whole body was clad in bulletproof, before I wore my clothes.I wore a face cap, so it would be hard to recognize me.Then I banged loudly on the gate, and when I heard a masculine voice demanding who I was, I told him I was the pizza delivery guy.The peephole of the gate was flung opened, and a white milky eye stared at me, and the pizza I was holding in a suspicious manner.Before closing the peephole back. Then my ears kicked in the dangling sounds of heavy keys, which read that the gate was being unlocked.Blowing out a big puff off breath, then waited.The gate was finally jerked opened, and I stepped in.Right there an then, I saw an heavy raccoon of a man, with other shirtless guys who had bullets as necklace, and guns in thei