Chapter 298: Chapter 298

Chapter 298

~Coleman involved in accident~

On his way, Ella’s call came on his phone and he stole a glance at it and picked up, “You dirty pussy let me be. Don’t ever call this line again!” he barked and tossed his phone to the back seat.

About looking onward to concentrate on his driving it was too late. He had been on a high speed; A truck zooming and hooting horn from the oncoming junction ran into him, and crushed him until a brick wall wedged them. Coleman was compressed in the squeezed Ferrari; the tap-tap of blood was already streaming from his skull, jaw and nose. His phone was still ringing; Ella had been calling.

Just then the cry of siren from an ambulance could be heard from a distance…

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Although grandma was worried over the decision of Coleman to stay out late, Brian knew he wasn’t going to return home to spend the night with them because it was obvious he had gone to have a sexual session with Ella, whom he knew would stop at nothing until she put him in trouble.

Brian stayed back at the sitting room while grandma retired to her inner chamber, keeping his mind busy with some play station. He glanced at the clock on the wall and noticed it was already past twelve few minutes to the next day. He gave up on waiting for his father, even after he ran to the window a few times, whenever he heard the hooting of horn, or the vroom of an engine outside, thinking it was his father.

At dawn he woke up tired and drawn and realized he had passed the night in the sitting room like a total stranger. Staggering to his feet and yawning through stressed jaw, he advanced to the door and didn’t see any Ferrari parked in the garage to indicate the unannounced arrival of his father; just like he had done in other nights when he parked in the garage and sneaked into his bedroom through the window. Just like grandma, Brian was worried, even before grandma brought it to his knowledge to make a call, he had tried to phone him but to no avail; his number wasn’t reachable after countless try.

Brian nagged, “To hell with breakfast. I have lost my appetite. Can’t you see my father yet to return, uh!” he barked at the top of his voice.

And the chef bowed apologetically and took away the dishes. Grandma rubbed Brian in the shoulder to nurse him. “Perk up, son. He is going to return soon. It is already a spectacle that your father is seeing another woman,” said grandma and noticed Brian raised a brow at her, since he hated his father being criticized, “Come on nanny boy. Don’t give me that look. How long are you going to keep taking sides with your father. If you don’t know, know it right now that when a man starts keeping late night unusually he is seeing another woman. Don’t think I am going to phone California and report him to your momma. I just want you to call a spade a spade and not a garden fork. Isn’t it a spectacle already, uh?”

Brian’s eyes struck in anger. “Enough granny. Is that the only thing that can make a man keep late night, uh? What if he is trouble or in a damn box of shit? My father doesn’t keep late night, and you know what brought him to Miami , so he could be damn busy with cops right now,” he explained , snorted and paced up and down the room, dialing Coleman whose number was still unreachable.

Grandma shook her head and rubbed her wrinkled jaw, “Come on that is just a disguise to fuck other women. What am I even saying? Isn’t he working hand –in hand with Ella? He could be fucking that girl whom I know is up to ruin,” she sounded and noticed the huge frown that grew upon the face of Brian who was already pissed off.

“Stop this granny. You are always impossible, why?” he barked, rolled his eyes at her and started walking away. “I am out of here.”

Just a few steps by him, grandma’s phone rang and she puzzled just as Brian came to pause. Expectantly she picked up the call, and the call was very brief but her reaction wasn’t brief.

She stared in the space thoughtfully , mouth gaping jaw dropping and her mobile phone left her hand and smashed on the floor. Cold tears trickled down her eyes immediately and Brian was tired of asking her what the problem was.

“Talk to me, granny, talk to me!” Brian demanded, shoved her greatly to speak up.

“Your father was involved in a ghastly motor accident.” Her voice was crisp and spiky to his heart.

Brian searched for saliva to swallow down his throat but found none. He blinked , stroked his hair confusedly, ran this way and that way in search of the car key so they could rush to the hospital. The car key was right in front of him but confusion and misery couldn’t let him see it. He breathed hard, gnashed his teeth through sobbing voice that could yell like that of wolf if he let it. Finally he found the car key. And about to hasten away, grandma interrupted him.

“You know you are not supposed to drive , son. You are nervous and emotionally down. I don’t want to lose your father and lose you,” she said through lamenting voice as she sniffed.

“But he is not dead is he? Is he dead, granny, talk to me,” Brian pestered her with questions.

“I don’t know until we get to the hospital.” She sniffed and felt her hands trembling as one that had been in the snow all through the winter. “Call the driver to take us there, because I am not going to let you put us under the engine of a truck, in the name of driving.”

Already Brian had broken down in tears ; standing was too much a task right now, so he squatted , had his hands upon the head as he wailed uncontrollably. Once grandma was done dialing the driver, she sobbed but didn’t wail like Brian. But it would have been better she wailed than having her two hands tremble nervously as she stared nervously in the space…