Charles.
A lady came to the police station to report that she was being beaten terribly by her boyfriend.Max who was too occupied with paperwork's, told me to attend to the lady when she came into our office with her wailing infant.I raised my head up, to take a look at her. And then got the shock of my life. Because the lady was Lolita.
Her face had been beaten swollen to pulp, with her eyes almost covered. She had bruises all over her body. With her clothes torn into rags.
On seeing her like that, made my blood boil and I wanted so badly to beat the motherfucker till he loose consciousness.
How dare him? How dare him hit her like that? Was he insane?
During the time she was living with me, I never for once laid a hand on her. Not even when she pissed me off, by yelling at my mom to get anyway from her.It hurt so much that she was being treated this way.Lolita on the other hand, was staring at me in shock. S14Writer's POVA tiny smile titled at the corners of his mouth, when his eyes did a once over on her. Something which made her feel hot in the inside. She quickly stared at her feet, so he couldn't see that just a look from him, was affecting her. And she knew she would have labeled someone else a pervert, if he had looked at her, the way this white boy had looked at her.But she couldn't. Infact she was even enjoying his company. Even though he had suddenly turned a mute."Is there a problem?" Beth inquired, raising her head to look at him as she folded her arms across her chest. Watching him with caution. While he was still holding the umbrella.Somehow, he looked like the protective bodyguard. Her body guard, and she could see the girl who had been trying to flirt with him earlier on, shooting her daggers with her eyes, from the transparent doors of the restaurant.She bit back a snicker, suddenly remembering how the bo
Charles."How long has he been raising his hands on you?" I asked Lolita, feeling so concerned and yet so angry that I start curling my fingers into fists and clenching them hard.How dare him hit her? How could he do such a thing?"Since I opened up and told him that I have a child somewhere. He got so jealous and couldn't hide it anymore. Started maltreating me. Nearly killed me with beatings, while I was still carrying his child. I almost lost my baby. And after I put to birth, the beatings increased. He would call me a whore, and tell me to go back to the man I had a kid for. He would come home drunk at night, and then beat me to stupor. Made me his punching bag." Lolita bursted into tears as she looked away from me in shame and self pity. Even her baby was crying so hard, that I felt my breath got caught up in my throat.That the office was filled with the cries of a woman and a baby.Max snapped his head to look at the
Charles"Today, he went out and came back sober. Called me a whore, pushed my baby that I was breast feeding off my arms, that the baby fell to the floor and got injure of his forehead..." The rest of Lolita's words were inaudible because she was still sobbing violently.Something sharp hit my senses that my eyes widened right at that instant, and I was forced to pull away from the hug, just so I could take a look at the baby I was carrying. True to Lolita's words, he had a sharp bruise on his forehead, that had dried blood there. But he wasn't crying anymore. His hurricane wails and subsided, and he was staring up at me with huge baby eyes. As if trying to figure out something about me.His mother had abandoned my own daughter, when she was even younger than him. Kept her in the fridge to die. I knew that was supposed to make me not to feel sorry for her and her baby, but I could not. The baby was so innocent. It wasn't e
CharlesThe car pulled up in front of a cramped tiny house, inside a very rough environment. And it stunned the shit out of my senses that, this was the place where Lolita lived with her baby's father. The house was so poor looking, that pain and pity made my heart swell up for Lolita. That she was suffering this much. She lowered her standards to be with a poor man, who was a brute because, he was the only one that took her in. Due to her seizures. I felt so much pity for Ruby's mother, that it felt as if it was Ruby who was suffering. Because Ruby was like the miniature of Lolita. Other than, Lolita was fair in complexion, while Ruby had brown skin.Max and I exchanged a look before we snapped our heads to look back at Lolita who was looking so scared, as she hugged her baby to her busts.I placed my hand on hers."He can't hurt you, while I'm here." I reassured her, then squeezed lightly on her ha
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
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