The Genesis

WESLEY HIGH

March 6, 2018.

Phidelia stood in front of the sink, staring at her reflection in the mirror as she washed her hands under the running water when Tina and her friends barged in, slamming the door open.

She jolted in fright deftly turning her gaze to face them.

"Well..., well, guess who we have here. The weakling." Tina said, leaning on the door of one of the washrooms as her friends took their stand beside Phidelia. "Guess what, I have been searching for you in the entire school. Am I just not thoughtful" she added, a wicked smile dancing merrily on her lips.

Phidelia with shaky hands, slowly traced her hand to her bag which lay beside the sink, and picked it up.

"Where do you think you're going?" she snatched the bag from her, giving her a dirty slap on the face. Stepping back, she gestured for her friends to take over, "Get her." she ordered.

Before Phidelia could utter a word, Roxy grabbed a fistful of her hair, shoving her aside roughly. A wince of pain flashed on her face as she hit her back on the door.

"Get her clothes off."

"No, please..." Phidelia grasped, holding on to her shirt as Roxy and Bella rushed on her with Tina turning on her phone's camera. She struggled with them for about 30 minutes. Feeling suffocated, her asthma kicked in.

She gasped for breath as she slowly reached into her pocket for her inhaler. Just then, Roxy snatched it from her, stepping back with a smirk.

"Ple...ase...give it back," she murmured faintly, reaching for it.

"You want this..?" Tina took the inhaler from Roxy, lifting it in the air. "Come get it."

"Please Tina," she gasped for breath. "Please the inhaler..." she begged, struggling for her life. But Tina and her friends looked on, laughing their hearts out. They thought they were having fun but little did they know of the impending danger.

After a while of pleading and struggling to breathe, Phidelia collapsed on the floor. The smiles on their faces slowly faded away. They looked aghast at each other then Roxy knelt over to Phidelia, passing a finger beneath her nose. With bated breath, Tina and Bella waited for the result.

"What happened to her?"

Roxy raised a horrified gaze at them, "She..., she is dead.."

"What..? What do we do?" queried Bella.

"This...this is not good." she ruffled her hair, " Alright, calm down Bella, no panicking. I think I have a plan."

Bella and Roxy waited anxiously as she strolled over to the door and pecked through. When she was sure they were safe, she sauntered back to her friends.

"Let's hide her body and bury it later."

"No Tina, that's too dangerous," replied Bella.

"And do you have any better ideas...? Let's hear it."

Bella who had no special plans or ideas just growled, not saying anything in particular.

"Then it's sorted then. Come help me."

They carried Phidelia's body to one of the washrooms, tossing her bag on her as they locked it up. They kept the key with them and hurried out of the washroom.

The rest of the school hours passed by and soon it was evening. Tina and her friends waited until it was midnight then they returned to the school. They waited for the security man to leave his post and then sneaked into the school. They hurried off to the washroom, wrapped the body up with a white cloth, and with much difficulty, carried it into the woods. The moonlight was up in the skies giving out its light with the whimpers of the birds filling the atmosphere giving out a tense and creepy aura as they dug the pit. After several hours, they were done. They carried the body into the pit, throwing her bag on her, and hurriedly covered it up.

They heaved a sigh, dusting off their hands as the sweat on their faces shone under the moonlight.

"Let's go.." Tina urged and they rushed out of the scene.

EIGHTEEN YEARS BACK

(The Birth Of Phidel and Phidelia)

LINCOLN HOSPITAL

February 4, 2000.

Sitting anxiously in wait in front of the labor ward, Randy instinctively runs up to any nurse who approaches the ward wanting to know what's going on with his wife but nobody seems to tell him anything.

He slammed himself on the bench overwhelmed with exhaustion as he ruffled his hair.

After about Two hours of waiting, the doctor finally came out of the ward with a sweaty face, wearing a bright smile.

"Congratulations Mr. Hoods.., your wife just delivered two bouncy baby girls." said the doctor as he neared him.

"Two girls...?"

"Yeah..."

"Can I go and see them now..?"

"Yes, but you have to wait for a few minutes to give the nurses time to transfer them to their wards."

"Alright, alright, thanks so much doctor..."

"Welcome.., excuse me." He remarked, sauntering off to his office.

Randy returned to his seat overwhelmed with joy. Within 10 to 15 minutes later, a nurse walked up to him.

"You can go see them now.."

"Really...?" He rose from his seat. "Which ward please?"

"204..."

"Thanks so much..." Shaking the nurse's hand, he shuffled off to find the ward in which his wife was.

The nurse noticing his excitement, looked on with a smile as his back faded away through the corridor before returning to his work.

After a while of searching, he got to the ward with the tag 204. He glanced through the glass door with a smile before staggering into the room. He got in to meet his wife and children deeply asleep.

He strolled over to the cot and stood beside it, staring down at his daughters. Everything felt like a dream to him. Having been married for years without kids here he was, standing before these pretty little angels. It was like a dream come true.

Randy was still admiring his beautiful twins when the door creek opened. He slowly turned his gaze to it. Seeing the intruder, he smiled.

"Oh, Emma."

Emma smiled, sauntering over to where her brother stood, and hugging him.

"I just came when I received your message." Breaking from the hug, she turned to the cot, glancing down at the cuties resting peacefully in it. "Aw..., look at them...they're so adorable."

"Just like their mother."

"Yeah right," she commented and they giggled.

Jerome was asleep when she heard giggles in the ward. She drowsily opened her eyes to see her husband and his sister standing beside the cot. She shrugged, trying to sit up when her husband noticed her.

"You're awake." He rushed over to the bed, helping her to sit up.

"Have you been here for long?" she queried, glancing from her husband to Emma.

"If you're speaking of me then no, I just got here," answered Emma as she strolled over to her. "Let's say about 5mins ago. Seeing how peaceful you were sleeping, I didn't want to bother you so I went to admire those cuties. Anyway, congratulations dear."

"Thanks, Emma, I'm glad you were able to make it here."

"Of course Jerome, I wasn't going to miss this for anything in the world. I went for the first flight over here as soon as I received the message from Randy." She added and they chortled. "Anyway, enough talks about me already. How do you feel? Any pain anywhere?"

"Not at all Emma, I'm good as new. The person we should be worried about is Randy. He has been awake all night."

"No need to dear, seeing you and our babies safe and sound makes me the happiest man on earth now."

After about an hour of chit-chatting, a nurse walked in with a tray of medication.

"Can I have a few minutes of your time?"

"Sure, why not.."

He moved away from his wife, making room for the nurse to issue out the medications.

After critically examining her for a few minutes, she glanced back at Randy.

"Doctor Frank would like to see you in his office."

"Okay, thank you." He replied and the nurse smiled before gliding out of the ward.

"You should go see the doctor, I will help Jerome here with her meals."

"Okay, I will be back soon."

"Alright.." she nodded with a smile as he sauntered out of the ward.