Chapter 9As the car sped through the city streets, the ride was bumpy and the driver expertly weaved through the traffic. Suddenly, the car came to a stop at a traffic jam."Sir, there's a traffic jam," the driver said, looking over his shoulder at Raymond, who was deep in thought. "We might be here for a while."But Raymond didn't respond. He was lost in his own world, replaying the events of the past few weeks in his mind. He couldn't believe that Roselle had actually begged for his attention. It seemed like something out of a dream. The memory of Roselle weeping played over and over in his mind. He had never seen her so broken before. But the memory of her calling him classless was even more painful. "You're more of a shame than a husband to me," she had said. "This ring is like a handcuff to me."And now, she was blaming Pete and her parents for her actions. How could she blame anyone but herself? He knew the truth - that she had made her own choices, and they had led to this mo
Chapter 10The scorching sun was high up inside bathing the pedestrians in its harsh rays. My ride pulled up at the hospital, there I came down. I paid for a bouquet of flowers, that was the least I could do.I headed into the hospital, the cold breeze Washing me.“Am I late? ” I asked the receptionist, a warm smile plastering on my face.“6 minutes late, sir. ” she said, fixing her gaze on the laptop." But, I'll let it slide. ”" Thank you. ” I replied, rushing into the elevator.The elevator door closed, sealing me in its metallic box. I pressed the button to the third floor and the elevator ascended slowly.I stepped out of the elevator, the air was damp with the smell of antiseptics and the cloying odor of the hospital food. Nurses and doctors moved in the hallway, each busy to notice the other.I opened the door, my eyes darted round the corner of the room in search of him. The room was quite a spacious one, silence dreading in. The silence of the room was occasionally punctu
Chapter 11Of course, that was the plan. She was playing right into my trap. " I'll do whatever you wish for. Just spit it out. ” she leaned close, eagerly waiting for me to speak." I don't think you can fulfill my wish.” I replied, rolling my eyeballs." Try me, Raymond. You want money? How many millions? Spit it out, Raymond. ” she said, tears strolling down her cheek. A sly smile played on my lips. I looked into her eyes, my voice barely a whisper.I snapped my fingers and in a few seconds the driver came rushing in with some files.He kept it on the table and excused himself into the car." Sign those, will you? ” I commanded, the venom in my voice making the request look like a threat.“ What are these? ” she asked, pointing at the files. She picked it up and threw a glance at it. Her gaze captured some words, she looked at me and for a moment, she drifted from her sober mode into a puzzled state. Her facial expression said it all. “ You can't do this Raymond. At Least not to m
I was thrown into a state of confusion after I heard someone speaking behind me. I turned to the direction the voice came from, only to see a lady staring at me. Her face was pale, void of any emotion. She wore a long dark gown, her hands covered by dark gloves. One could mistake her as the grim reaper." What do you mean he's dead? And, of whom are you referring to? ” I coughed out.“ I assume you're Raymond, the bastard lost son. I'm Stacy, you're sister. ” she said, rolling her eyes and moving away from me. Her hills clicking on the floor.That was the least thing I expected— to be welcomed with cold hands.“ Don't let her bother you my dear. She has always been like that.” an old lady said, coming down from the stairs. " She misses you. She's just too proud to admit.” " Who are you, Ma'am? ” I rudely asked, " And what does she mean by he's dead? Is my father dead? ” Obviously, the whole drama left me puzzled. "Mind your manners, young man," the old lady chided gently. "I'm your
My office was quite a spacious one. The ancient golden clock is hanging and staring at me, he could hear it scream his name, begging to be released and thrown into the wild. ” How long has this been here?” Raymond asked the curvy dark lady. "Before I was employed, sir, probably 20 years ago. Beautiful, innit?” she smiled, trying to stir up a conversation.” Beautiful? Do you have a sight problem, honey? I ain't notice any beauty in this archaic building. Jeez!” He muttered, shaking his head in disgust. ” People from the nineties could brag about this, certainly not our generation. For fuck sake, this is the twenty-first century. We were meant to evolve. Contact the engineer and yes, the architect. I can't have my honor dented by this image. ” He snapped, walking out of the office.Well, if there was something to notice about Raymond's recent character, that'd be pride. He exuded pride at its utmost.He got into his car, and slammed the door, his heart racing as he pulled
Chapter 14Raymond's POVThe plane rides through the clouds, finally it lands on the run way and comes to a stop. Exhaustion washed over Me. I staggers down the stairs, the air hostess his support. The cloud was dark, the moon hung up above the horizon. Its soft rays brushing on the floor. I went into one of the rooms in the hotel and collapsed on the sofa.The cool breeze from the Ac washed me,I and I felt refreshed. I moved to the television and tuned to my favorite program. I lay there, eyes heavy, watching the television as my mind slowly drifted into slumber. I felt myself sinking into the cozy warmth of sleep, my body relaxing as my eyelids grew heavy. The television played in the background, but my mind was already drifting off to dreamland.A loud, shrill bell pierced through the silence, jolting me awake from my slumber."Who the heck is that?" I muttered, rubbing the sleep from my eyes."Sir, your ride is ready," a tiny female voice said from outside the door. "Don't you
Chapter 15His face was pale, void of every emotion. He paced back and front, biting his lips. How could he do that? Was he blind? Can't he drive properly? If Roselle loses her life, then the game has ended. All Raymond's revenge plan will be dashed on a stone just because of a single mistake. “ Sir, I think you should calm down. Don't panic, the doctors are on it. ” the receptionist said. Her voice, calm.“ I suggest you mind your business. You're distracting me from my thoughts. ” Raymond fired. His voice was hoarse.Nurses were seen, rushing into Roselle's room. Their faces were grim with a twinge of worry.The air was thick with tension as Raymond anticipated news about Roselle. His heart was pounding as he paced around. He could feel his hand sweating. Not just his hand, his forehead. He couldn't feel the cool breeze coming down from the Ac. Everywhere felt hot and uncomfortable at the same time. He sighted a nurse going into Roselle's room with a syringe." Hello, how's she? ”
“ I lost my Job. ” He said, his face grim and voice cold. I looked at the soaked and muddy figure standing in the doorway and couldn't help but burst out laughing. The detective glared at me, clearly annoyed. "I'm sorry," I said, trying to stifle my laughter. "It's just...you look like you just went swimming in a swamp." The detective rolled his eyes and hissed under his breath. "What's the matter?" I asked after my laughter finally subsided. "Before we talk, why don't you clean yourself up in the bathroom?" I told him, gesturing toward the adjoining room. "I don't want you tracking mud all over my room, and my staff has worked so hard to keep this place clean." "I don't have time for that," the detective said gruffly. "I'm afraid I won't listen to you until you've cleaned up," his sight made it hard for me to listen, putting on my best stern face. "It's for your good." The detective sighed and grudgingly made his way to the bathroom. He turned on the shower and let the hot wat