Suicide Watch

Chapter 37

Temi POV

I look helplessly at the guns aimed at me. How did this turn into this?

My mind is spinning and I feel weak as I try to think of how the hell I ended up where I am right now.

"Temi, come with us and we would not hurt you," a guard aiming a gun at me says. He's standing a little distance in front of the other guards.

I don't believe him, but what other choice do I have but to go with them?

I'm about to comply when there's a loud crash and the roof caves in. I immediately duck as gunshots go off in every direction.

This is it, I think to myself.

I glance up and, to my surprise; I see I am surrounded. Not by the guards, but by a S.W.A.T team. They are in full gear and have their shields raised, forming a protective circle around me.

I feel myself go dizzy and swallow hard, trying to process everything. This does not feel real in the slightest.

"Miss Adeola," one of the men from the S.W.A. T team says, reaching a hand out to me, "you're safe now. We're going to get you out."

The shooting has stopped and from the corner of my eyes, I can see that the guards working under Katherine have surrendered. I look up again at the man standing in front of me. I'm not sure if I should trust him. After all, this might just be another ploy. Another way of manipulating me into giving them information that these people want from me.

I suddenly hear a helicopter and I look up to see a man dressed in a dark black suit lowered down into the room, till he's standing in front of me. His hair is gelled back, and he's wearing dark shades covering his eyes. He takes his shades off as he approaches me.

"Temi Adeola, you're safe now," the man says. "I'm Simon from the bodyguard agency Isa works with."

The mention of Isa's name simultaneously sends a panic and a calm through me.

"I-I don't know where she is," I say pathetically. "I think they got her."

My eyes are tearing up and I sound weak, pathetic. I feel dizzy and fall, but I'm caught instantly by the S.W.A. T officer standing close to me.

"You likely have a concussion," the man dressed in a suit tells me. "We're going to get you out of here and get you help."

"Isa," I whisper, but I'm not heard. I can barely even hear myself.

I am exhausted and tired. I want to cry, but I'm too weak to produce any tears. I don't care that I'm safe. I need to know that Isa is safe. I need to know that Isa is alive.

I want to stay awake and demand that I see Isa first, but my body can only hold on for so long, and I feel myself quickly slipping away.

I feel myself being attached to something and lifted. All the while, Isa is on my mind. I keep replaying my last few moments with her, the sound of bullets and the fear within me then. The fear within me now.

I open my eyes a crack, seeing the helicopter above me. The sun is shining and for a moment I wonder if I'm dead; I wonder if I'm being taken up to heaven. I wonder if I'll be with Grace.

I shut my eyes.

Even barely conscious, I'm able to recognize what an odd occurrence it is to see my mom. My eyes are half open and from the potent scent of antiseptics, I can tell I'm at the hospital.

Ironically enough, that's not the craziest thing. As usual, my mom is dressed in a classy business skirt-suit with her own bling to it. It's baby pink and her hair is in a perfect bob, hanging professionally around her face.