Regrets and Mistakes

Chapter 21

Flashback
Nicolas's POV
" no,no,help me"  her voice rang from the masters bedroom,from the sound of her voice,she felt compressed,could not breath,I rushed to the bedroom,kicked the door open,my heart shattered,our step father was on top of my sister,her feet were dangling from both sides of the bed,he was forcing himself on my sister while she tried to push him off her,i had never felt so helpless my entire life,I tried to defend myself but it was already too late by the time I managed to push him off her,he escaped and never returned,my sister lost her touch with reality,she would spend hours screaming,drawing images of what she went through that night, we tried therapy and other treatment modalities but the doctors declared her psychotic,we had to keep her safe,money was involved,I had to get a job and that was how I met mweemba and his friend sibeso in a club,all three of us were drinking our sorrows away,he had just found out he was a father to a child he knew nothing about,when they talked about hiring a private investigator I was the lucky man to get the job,when my step father escaped he left a great fortune but after what he did to my sister I wanted nothing to do with him,that job was all I had and he paid me very well for every information I would give him regarding his child.
Present
Muna was his child,his daughter and the heiress to his fortune,his wife found out this information on her own and bribed me knowing the state of desperation I was in,I had a terrible feeling that morning,my heart was just not at peace I distracted myself by calling samba to the house,I had visions of what my day would end like till it turned into reality,as the bullet penetrated through my organs,my whole life flashed before my eyes, my memories,her voice,her laughter,her frowns,her pain after the trauma she underwent,the last time I saw her,her billion dollar portrait that I painted last,samba,her innocence,her beauty,her passion,her eyes,her lips and their softness,mr Mweemba's eyes and crashed dreams when he realizes I got cold feet,I watched my blood as I slid dead on the floor,they say hearing senses are the last ones to go when you're gone,I heard the murderer leave and panic,as helpless and useless as I was,my sister was all alone in this world,I failed her,the late will be my new name,indeed life is uncertain.
Samba's POV
My heart could not stop skipping,I needed to see him,i pulled a hoodie from my sisters closet,off I left to tell him how I felt without caring what his answer would be,I practiced my speech on my way there I needed it to be perfect " Nicolas,I do not care what your answer will turn out to be but I have a few things to say to you,your presence in my lonely world,has brought sunlight to my shady heart,my eyes are brighter...my dreams are wilder,my feelings are free in the sky....gosh I suck at this,this sounds so pathetic,he's going to laugh at me,I actually laughed at the thought of him laughing at me,I was at his door step,his door was slightly open which was odd,Nicolas was security conscious he would never leave his door open,"hey stranger" I joked as I opened the door to the shock of my life,he was lying there,lifeless,cold,unaware of what he had done to me,the pain I carried to know he was no more,he was the first person to ever make me feel seen,he let me be my own person,he let me try new things,he spoke to me like I mattered,he saw me,felt me,heard me,why would the universe be so cruel as to let the only human I really had leave the earth,I was so confused I did not hear the ambulance nor feel the police who were putting me in handcuffs,his body was being moved to the ambulance covered in black garbage paper,there he went,the joy of my life,he took a half of me with him,when I looked right my eyes met with Jorge's eyes,that was when reality struck,I felt my knees buckle could not hold myself I fell on the ground,he walked over to me lifting my chin to look him in his eyes" what have you done" he asked me with a serious face,"nothing " I plainly responded wiping tears off my left cheek,the rude police woman screamed in my ear,she wanted me to get into the police van,I looked at Jorge,even though I had only met him once I expected him to treat me like the child I was and not a criminal,he nodded his head telling me to get in the car, I watched the trees race as the van moved behind the ambulance carrying my baby's body, I have lived in pain all my life but nothing compares to this type of pain,this was beyond the loneliness,the striving for perfection I had to live by to impress my sister,the mockery I got from my peers in school,the little or no food,the average clothes I had to wear,the bullying for being thandiwe the marketeers daughter,this was the end of me,before I knew it I was in a questioning room being asked a tone of questions that I was not paying attention to. I hit the table softly repeating the words" I did not do anything " frustrating the lady in the uniform sitting across.