Chapter 70: Chapter 70

I correct the notion that our society has built in us, I hope you read with an open mind and get the message"

Pamela stared at the fragile man on the bed and listened to the beep sounds that came from the monitor hooked to the love of her life.

Each beep from the machine signified the thud in her chest, she was in daze from when she picked that call to running down the hospital to waiting outside while he had surgery, and now waiting for him to wake up.

Heavens knew she was hanging by a thread scared to loose her sanity.

Listening to her father in law tell me the full story of what happened, knowing how much my poor baby suffered. I stroke the hair on his forehead and pushed my head into the bed, the ache and worry in my chest making me feel physically drained. I did not notice when Chris Mother came in and just this once I wanted to pity her, but I couldn't.

I wanted to shout at her that I hope she knew how her perfect choice for her son caused him so much pain, but how could I loosing one child and seeing another fight for his life is no pain to wish on a mother not even one that dislikes you.

"Ill seat with him, you need to get something to eat" She whispered, the beautiful woman always impeccably put together looking the opposite of herself.

"No I want to be here when he wakes up"I argued.

"Ill be here and if anything changes and will let you know immediately but we both know he will want you to take care of yourself" she said so gently and just this once I caught the pity in her gaze.

I walked down the hall looking for where to get something to eat when I spotted her walking into the hospital possibly towards him. Just this once in all my life the only thing flowing through my vein was pure hot rage so I raced down the hall towards the lying Jezebel that broke my home and still had the guts to show her face near his hospital bed.

Immediately I got closer to Nina, I pounced on her giving her a hot slap with all the reserve energy  left in me a culmination of my frustration for the last 5 years.

The wig on her head followed next as I pulled it off and started scratching her with my nails.

"You home breaker I'll kill you today you hear me, shebi your liver don cook? Ashawo(prostitute). You had the guts to show your face here abi?" Blows and slaps with scratches followed each statement punctuation.

She shielded her body trying to push me off and wield me off immediately I bent down to give her a large bite on her breast while landing blows on anywhere I could hit.

"Help" Nina shouted.

As different individuals tried to pull me off, I felt possessed with demons I think this was what Samson felt every time he fought with the enemy.

After pulling us apart feet's apart from each other, the hospital security lady calmed me down while they tried to help her up. But you see it was like a switch was flipped in my brain as I saw tears well up in her eyes.

Imagine the witch has eyes to cry?

The sight making me even more angry I launched myself back at her before they could hold me back after all they thought I was calm already.

Me that I'm mad gan!

Kicking her in the stomach again when she wasn't expecting it, I looked for anything around me to injure the witch, anything to make her physically pay for what she did to me, to my marriage, to my kids.

They pulled us apart again this time taking us farther apart but not before pulling a bottle from the desk of the Nurse at the far corner and breaking the edges.

You see today one thing will happen either I put her in the same hospital where she put my husband only then will we be truly even.

I felt my self pushed back and the bottle dragged from my hand it jagged edges pushing into my skin to draw blood.

"Leave me alone let me injure that rapist." I shouted tears flowing down my eyes now.

I raised my eyes to hers to see the fear in them shortly followed by a resolution, one I've seen so many times in Liz's eyes she wanted to end it all.

See this fool o

She rushed towards my former position picking one of the split broken bottle parts and holding it to her neck, her jugular vein in particular.

"Don't you dare try to kill yourself,  because you don't deserve to go as a coward. Even you wont cause him more pain in death because he will blame himself for it. Somehow you know he wont have the heart to hate you, which is why you did it in the first place. So you better drop that bottle piece and fight for your sanity not just for yourself but for your kid and most especially for him or else even on the other side you will be miserable and tormented in hell as the flames burn you." I shouted.

The realization of the sharp words I spew hit her. I never was one to cuddle, I liked to dish blunt truth.

Nina dropped the edge of the bottle and knelt down there crying, " I'm so sorry" she repeated over and over.

I looked on at her, seeing the broken twisted woman trying hard to let go of her obsession. For just maybe once she may have truly loved Chris.

Maybe Ill forgive her as time goes by but not just now. I turned to go back the way I came leaving her there but stopped in my tracks when I saw my mother in-law taking in the scene in front of her shocked.

"He is awake" She said to me, "Stay the hell away from my son" She said to Nina.

I turned back towards her, and I saw the resolution in her she was truly going to change. It still spiked me that she wanted to do it for my husband but she deserves sanity at least.

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Chris

My head felt woozy when I woke up, but I felt wrecked all over from my head to toe. My mother was bent over me crying and I reached my hands to put back her hair that was out of place.

"My baby" she fawned when she realised I was awake more tears pouring out. I roamed my eyes over the room searching for the woman's voice that kept me sane the last 12 hours.

My Mother noticed my eye movement then added "She went to get something to eat down the hallway let me quickly call her" wiping her hands down her face.

10 minutes later she returned with my wife looking like hell. Her hands were bleeding her hair rough and in disarray, the buttons on her shirt was torn and the top of her cleavage was visible, there was a large scratch on her cheek and she looked so funny I giggled.

I tried to sit up but felt pain in my thoracic region and a beeping noise as the wire attached to my hands slipped off. I winced and she was suddenly beside me almost like my super woman.

The smile on my lips dies as I saw the tears in her eyes, suddenly she was crying not just crying she was wailing loudly. I saw my mum excuse herself and I was lost trying to comfort her.

The more I begged the more she cried.  So I simply stroked her hair which she laid on my chest now. The rest tears came out in sniffles, and she hiccupped.

The doctors came in to take my vital and she adjusted herself from the bed, with her red eyes.

They finally left and it was just me and her again, so many things happened it felt like a large gulf.

I stared at her for a while and she averted her gaze finally conscious of how she looked. I stared at me wondering how big of damaged goods I was.

"I beat Nina up" She said a large frown sitting between her brows and pulling her lips between her teeth anger flaring in her eyes.

I smiled, only you my love will fight in a hospital "Okay" I said shrugging my shoulder.

"Okay?" She echoed dumbfounded.

"Yes okay" I said again.

"I really beat her up, I almost stabbed her" I replied not yet feeling remorse for what I did.

"Okay. I think she deserved it this time" I said silently, remembering the events of the last two days.

She looked at me with pity and I hated it, as a man I hated to be seen that way by her. It will have been better for the sex to be consensual  than for it to be rape. I hated to be the victim, I was supposed to be the man, holding up my home not having my wife fight for it.

Noticing how withdrawn I was into my self she whispered "I'm sorry" Two words that opened the dams of my emotions and tears hit the edge of my eyes.

She slipped into bed with me her fingers in my hair as I hid my tears from her.

"Its okay to cry, to feel violated, to be angry, to express your pain. So cry it out my king. For you will always be my King to me not broken, Cry it out for I know you will fix your crown and heal your soul from all the worry and pain."

So I cried for the 6 year old boy, For David, For Christiana, For the time I lost in my marriage, For Nina.

Boys do cry

For we were merely a connection of flesh, bones, nerves wired with the same neurotransmitters and emotion also ran in our veins.