Chapter 300: Chapter 300
Chapter 300
~I have a confession to make~
Brian was fidgety.
Fred hung up.
Brian stared into the space gaping and having goose pimples ravage his entire body. He returned his gaze upon his phone, scrolled down to the number once again, still lost in the thought of who called him.
“How can it be? Fred? Alive?” Brian said within himself, wondering with his hand on the jaw, “But I killed him. What the fuck is happening? I killed him, packaged his corpse and dumped into the lake. Yes I did it. I made sure he wasn’t alive. What is happening oh my God! No!”
He dialed the number, his hand trembling while he waited for the voice to come up again. This can’t be Ella’s husband,” Brian said impatiently, breathing hard, almost panicky as his heart beat thudded within his chest. The entire room rotated before his eyes as he redialed the number. But there was no response. He gnashed his teeth and shut his eyes in pains and the replay of how he killed Fred at the time flashed in his head. He was sure of smashing his head to a dirty pop. Suddenly his body was drenched with sweat with much of it draining from his face. Tension! Disaster! A fresh storm of vengeance was about to befall him.
Brian locked himself up in the bedroom and kept dialing the number but to no avail. He kept to himself till late hour when grandma checked up on him.
“I never saw much of you today,” she said, once Brian opened the door. “I know we are face up with the storm of life now, considering the misfortune that befell your father. I just want you to know that we have to be strong for him. This is the time he needs us most. We need to raise his predicament in prayers and be formidable. It shouldn’t deny you food,” she said coldly, squeezed his fingers.
Brian tossed his head , feeling burned within himself at the thought of Ella’s husband still breathing some where on the surface of the earth. He was about to get hit by the worst storm of life. Fred was alive and in his voice he could feel the fire burning.
And his father’s accident was the least of predicament in his mind right now, and if it were possible he would flee from Miami; something he was already considering.
“Your breakfast, lunch and dinner are still at the dining. The chef just brought it to my attention now. What could be the problem, son?” she asked as her fragile , wrinkled jaw shook flabbily.
“I am fine, granny. The son of man is full of storm and evil days ahead. I may be leaving for California,” he said, gazed upon grandma and saw her eyes shrink with the dullness dragging down on her chin, as though she was struggling to comprehend the trash he was saying.
“Did I hear you well, uh you want to flee and abandon your father because he is in a horrible condition now uh? Now know you are not loyal…”
Brian interrupted, “Drop it granny. Why would you say I am not loyal, uh?” the mountain of frown on his face had gathered so intense that he felt heavy with in his jaw. He was already dragged up the wall.
“What do you call that? You want to flee from your trouble, they will double,” she took a seat, had a grin and lay back in the sofa, “Years ago I wanted to run away from heartbreak by committing suicide. That was the shortest cut I could take. I felt uneasy within myself. I had to take a U-turn and face my heart break squarely. I may not have had a wonderful beginning but I am going to have a wonderful end. Not only did I marry a wonderful husband who is late today but I am a billionaire. I want you to own up to your storm and face it squarely. For your lantern to shine, brighter , it must burn harder. This is your burning moment. You need to fight back, stand, face it and burn harder because you are going to shine brighter. You are the only grandchild I have if you flee this moment who is going to take care of your father?”
She was yet speaking when Brian broke down in tears, he wailed greatly at the thought of the call he just got from Ella’s husband whom he thought was long dead and rotten. The sin he committed with Ella had resurfaced and they were going to go in for it. He perceived Fred would stop at nothing until he and Ella sniffed their asses.
“Come on perk up. Your father is going to be fine. All that doctor said was mere probability of medicine. There is no certainty of your father dying. The doctor gave him one week to breathe again but I tell you he is going to breathe in two days,” she said,
The more she spoke, the deeper Brian wailed. At a time he felt to confess to grandma about his ordeal with Ella’s husband. He knew grandma very well and she was not going to hand him over to the police. She would only go crazy and mad at him, only to forgive him later. Like she said he would have to start burning hard by confessing to her about the unsuccessful murder he unleashed on Ella’s husband few months ago.
Grandma took him in a warm embrace and stroked his hair. “It can only get better Brian. Please don’t go. Not only will your dying father feel bad but also I will feel hurt and lonely down here,”
Brian was sniffing and sobbing at the time. It was all about confessing to grandma now. Although he was still scared to say a word but he would manage to do it anyways.
“I have a confession to make…” she said, stared grandma in the eyes and she dimmed her eyes thoughtfully, guessing what he was about to confess…