Chapter 59: Chapter 59

“Sheila, open this door!” I keep on hitting the door nonstop. I don't want her to shy away from me, I want her to share her pain with me. I want her to know that she can count on me. Omg, she makes me feel helpless.

Suddenly, everything is quiet on her side. I can't hear her and that makes me feel worried. “Sheila, I'm going to break this door if you don't open it in the next two minutes, — my patience has limits!” I hit the door and just when I hit the door open and I stumble forward with my hand hitting the air.

“I don't you weren't breathing anymore!” she says. “Is that your wish?” I pout. “Maybe! Don't be silly Sheila, you know I worry so much about you, right?” she looks at me with those pitiful eyes that make me feel so foolish and guilty.

I point to her face saying “You see this look on your face, -- this pity you dispatch, -- is what I'm running away from” I move to the kitchen to the kitchen. “Sheila, I can't help. You can't blame me for feeling sorry for you. I love you, do you even realise that!”

“Nat, I'm not blah. ing you for that, I'm blaming you for not giving me space, — like you just all over me. Unfortunately, I'm not the type to cry openly, and I don't know if it's good or bad. But where from, It's forbidden to cry, if you cry it's toes... You have to keep your head high always because lids will always hurt you and I don't want you to keep that wick image of me that all. I'm not bad at you or something!”

“I understand you baby girl but all that it's over, hear you can cry freely and no one will judge, — I mean who on earth is infallible?” she follows me into the kitchen and I just don't like that. I just wish she can live and allow me to swim in my tears.

I keep walking but she clutches my arm from behind and halts me from moving “Sheila, I don't know why but I love you so much like we always knew each other for years. But I understand we have different backgrounds and education so I won't force my mind on you. I won't force you to be vulnerable even though I will like you to open up to me” she says and I feel so bad, yet I want her to leave me alone or just for a few hours and that makes me feel bad.

“So I'm going go to leave, if you need me, call me I will be so happy to help you” she hugs me. “Nat, I love you too but please, promise me you won't go home and blame yourself for living me alone. It was my choice and no matter what happens you don't have to blame yourself”

“Sheila, you are scaring me” she glares at me with suspicion. “Don't be, please!” I say. “Okay, fine. I'd leave!” she perks me in the jaw and with that said she lives away while I move to the kitchen searching for my best bottle of wine as soon as I grab it, I don't know if it happened but I slip and collapse to the ground with the bottle of wine breaking in my arms.

The broken pieces cut into my palms and cause me to sleep. Just then Natash was at the door returning to take back her phone that she had forgotten on the sofa when she heard the sound and she started shouting “Sheila”

She rushes to the kitchen and she sees me laying on the ground with my hand bleeding just as if it was oozing from the vein at my wrist. “I knew it!” she runs outside and calls for the gateman. They both run in, carry me into her and she rushes me to the hospital.

She drives to the nearest hospital at the speed of light. “Doctor, my friend is bleeding, I don't know what happened” she rushes out of the car crying. “It's fine, ma’am we are going to take care of her!” I was immediately rushed to the emergency room. While Natasha was roaming around, independently.

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Finally, the flight lands after a couple of minutes. Luckily, Graham took me a first-class ticket because apparently, I'm a broke dude. I have no luggage, so everything goes quickly for me. I run out a d take a cab. Hmmm, it's been a while since I entered a cab.

I stop at the house and I see the gate open. I look around d the neighbourhood is quiet as usual with everybody in their house. At least, one advantage of being in a rich quarter is peace and privacy.

I move in and I see no one, not even the gateman. Then I see him moving out of the house. “What the hell, are you doing in there? ain't you supposed to be at the gate?” I scold him. “I'm sorry, sir... I was sent by madam’s friend… They are at the hospital, sir!” he says.

“What are they doing at the hospital?” I ask in shock. “I don't who sir, we just found madam on the floor unconscious and she was bleeding so we rushed her to the hospital” he says and I shout “Madam? What happened to her?” my heart starts pounding in fear.

“Yea, side, Madam’s friend just sent me to come and collect her bag and phone” he explains. “Give me the bag I will take it to myself. At what hospital are they?” I grab the bag recklessly while he gives me the details and I leave immediately.

I take a cab ‘I hope is not suicide!”

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A few minutes later, the doctor comes to Natasha saying “Don't worry your friend is fine. A nurse is cleaning her wound” he explains “Follow me. She insisted to have you before I read the results. Se looks so worried!” he says while we walk into their home.

When we get in, I see her laying with her right palms bondage. I rush to her “Sheila, what the hell was that, you scared me?” I scold her. “I'm sorry. I just wanted wine but I slipped off, it was so fast. I'm scared it might be something serious!” I glared at her with fear. She clutches my right palm softly with both hands as she seats near me.

“Oh, you shouldn't worry madam, it's nothing serious” he says and I say “Miss, not madam” I rectify. “Oh, sorry, miss and congratulations miss, you are two weeks pregnant” he announces happily and he leaves. My eyes widen in shock as the first thing that comes into my mind is my mother. ‘She will kill me!” I tell myself.

Immediately the doctor moves out Nat turns to me I. Surprise “Damn! What will you do about the pregnancy?” Natasha asks. “I don't know. My mother is going to be so mad at me, she sent me here to study and now am pregnant” I cry.

“Are you going to tell him? Maybe that can make him cancel his wedding” Natasha says. “I won't tell him. I don't want him to be hauled between his wife and his child!” I say. “Sheila, you don't get to decide for him!” she says.

“I know but does it help? I just want him to go where he wants to be. He should be happy with the woman he wants to be, I don't want to have anything to do with Freddy, he can go to hell!” I cry with tears rushing down my cheeks.

“Really?” he says. I turn around at the sound of his heavy masculine voice. I can't believe my eyes, Freddy was standing at the door. For a second, I felt like I was watching my idol.

“What the hell are you doing here?” I yell. He stays quiet as he looks at Natasha. She glares at him, then at me “I guess I have to leave. I will be standing out there, call me if you need help to get rid of that” she looks at him with disgust then she moves out. On her way out she hits him with her shoulders yet he stays calm.

He moves closer to me and holds my right hand “What happened!” he clutches my hand and caresses it, butterflies in my belly. Everything feels the same like he never left like he never hurt me and that makes me furious.

“Wow! You are such a good actor. Just take your filthy hands off me!”