All Chapters of PAIGE: Diary of a lost teen.: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

CHAPTER ONEKamila Dickson, exhausted and sweaty, dropped her glossy handbag on the dining room table. She could alreadyfeel her muscles starting to cramp up and knew she was goingto be in serious pain that night. "The muscles of my back and neck deserve a special treat." She told herself.But as she looked over at Kyle, she couldn’t help but smile.He might help with that. The blank look on his face toldher he was just as tired. They both had stressful jobs. Kamila, a young lawyer and her newly wedded husband Kyla, a policeman. Newly wedded? Well, they've just been married for a year. “Tired?” He asked her, as if reading her mind.“Did you get us dinner?” Kamila asked, already contemplating whether she would be able to make dinner or not.“I'll make us something. Go freshen up, girl.” He winked at her and disappeared into the kitchen. Kamila smiled at herself and hurried to her room. How much she loved and cherished that man. Sometimes she questions herself if she really deserve

He wouldn't say a word while I knocked, so I opened the door myself and popped my head in.“Doctor Mark, May I?”“Sure.” He nodded.“If you have come to question me about your query then you should leave because I have nothing to say to you.”“Well, I've come for that and something else. But I'll treat that first.” I said, fearlessly (one of the reasons why I always get in trouble with him). “That query was unnecessary, uncalled-for. I only did the right thing, Mark!”“You disobeyed me! Outright nonsense. Now we will have to take a case that would do nothing but waste our time.”“She deserved justice, and you weren't ready to give it. I can't just dispose of case files that need urgent attention because of the risks involved.”“Are trying to say I'm incompetent? I explained to you that it was all beyond our capacity. You're still a baby lawyer, and you know nothing. “I wouldn't mind if that was an insult because it isn't the first and won't be the last time he would call me a pee wee

“Don't ask me how my day went because it was from one hell to another.” I warned Kyle as he walked in from work that night. “Dinner is ready.” I said soberly. “Go freshen up and let's have dinner because I'm starving.”“Okay, wife.” He planted a soft kiss on my forehead and left. He smelled of gunpowder, not a new scent, but one that I dreaded. Can today be any better? My dear Kyle must have been in a gun battle. I hate to think that one day he might get injured. I wished I could just ask him to stop being a policeman. That wouldn't be fair to him. And fairness is all I live for.Talking about fairness, I had the talk of my life with Mark, and he asked me to go home. There must have been an informant at the police station. I immediately suspect the man at the counter. I swear, if I had met Kyle at the counter, I never would have allowed myself to fall in love with him. Those men just aren't human. The way they treat lawyers, especial the one who sticks to the truth, is so irritating.

When I got to the police station, I saw Mark's car already parked in the garage. I prayed silently that it wouldn't be late before I reached her. If she signs those papers, then no manner of defense or evidence would be able to take her out of this. She'd probably be sentenced to death for murder or sentenced to life imprisonment. The former seems more certain."I need to see my client, Miss Kam."I said to the man who sat at the counter. He raised his eyebrows. He looked different. Not the usual fierce ones that I meet almost every time."How many people in one day would want to see her?" He said. "As far as I know, she doesn't have a lawyer yet."I took out my ID with the hope of saving myself the stress of explaining. Actually, there's nothing to explain."I need to see her now.""Okay. Follow me."I sighed. This one is better. I shouldn't hate them all. He just saved a life. The life of a criminal?My gut doesn't speak so.*He chained her hands to the table. "Five minutes. She ha

" You said you wouldn't be home." He was surprised to see me at the door when he arrived and I understood. "I finally got fired!"I joked."What?!"He was still at the door and I was expecting my welcome kiss. He won't forget that, never. Or maybe tonight, because he just stood there, his mouth agap in shock."Won't you at least come in?""Oh I'm sorry. "He embraced me and kissed my forehead. I blushed."You are joking, right?"He said, already reading my mind.Was I sacked?That's what it looks like anyway."We'll gist after dinner. I made noodles and egg sauce. Go freshen up and the table will be set.""Okay babe."He winked at me and left.I sighed, remembering the man I met earlier at the library. He's not in any way like my Kyle.Kyle is more of an athlete than an ordinary man. Though, he was not spectacularly built. He was my height—five feet nine and a half inches. He weighed a hundred and fifty pounds, a galling eighty pounds more than I did, which flowed from his legs to torso a