Yemisi's Dilemma: Unmasking the Class Bully's Demise

Chapter 11 (Edited)

~Yemisi~

Ireti and I sat in the cold, sterile hospital reception, surrounded by the overwhelming smell of antiseptic and the faint hum of fluorescent lights. Every second felt stretched, like time itself had slowed to torture us as we waited. We had rushed Pamela here, desperate for them to save her-and maybe give us some answers in the process. But it had been over an hour, and still, there was no word.

I couldn't focus. The scene of Pamela getting shot played over and over in my head like a broken reel. It was too much. Witnessing something like that-it wasn't something you could just shake off.

Suddenly, a piercing voice broke through the anxious silence.

"Where is my baby?" a woman shrieked, her eyes wide with panic as she stormed toward us. I didn't recognize her at first, but then it clicked-Pamela's mother.

She stopped in front of me, her face twisted in grief and rage.

"You!" she screamed, jabbing a trembling finger in my direction. "First the Bailey girl, now mine? You're after all of them, aren't you?"

I froze, unsure of what to say. My heart raced, but I forced out the words.

"I'm so sorry, ma-"

Before I could finish, her hand lashed out, striking my cheek with a sharp, stinging slap.

"Sorry? Sorry won't bring my daughter back!" she spat, her eyes burning into mine. "If she dies, I swear I'll bury you myself."

The heat from her slap spread across my face, but I didn't flinch. I didn't even know why I'd apologized. I wasn't to blame for this.

The door to Pamela's room suddenly swung open, and a stretcher rolled out, covered by a stark white sheet.

My stomach dropped. I knew what it meant.

"Oh God..." I heard Ireti whisper beside me. Her voice was small, as if the weight of the day had finally crushed her spirit.

Pamela's mother rushed toward the stretcher, pulling the sheet back. Her daughter's face was pale, her lips drained of all color. A choked sob escaped from her mother as she cradled Pamela's cold hand.

"My baby..." she wailed, her body shaking with grief. But in the next moment, her sorrow twisted back into fury, and she turned toward me, her eyes wild.

"You! You did this!" she screamed, lunging at me. She grabbed my arms, shaking me violently. "I'll kill you, I swear I will!"

Before I could react, I felt someone yank her off me.

"Get your hands off my daughter!" my mother's voice cut through the chaos like a blade. She stepped between us, shielding me from Pamela's mother, her face a mask of controlled anger.

"Are you alright?" she asked, pulling me into a firm hug.

"I'm okay," I whispered, my voice unsteady.

"Ireti, are you alright?" Mum asked, her tone softening as she turned to my friend.

"I feel awful," Ireti mumbled, still looking pale and shaken.

"She fainted earlier," I added quietly.

"Of course she did," Mum muttered, her jaw tight. "No one should have to go through this."

Pamela's mother straightened up, glaring at my mother. "Well, well, if it isn't the infamous CEO herself," she sneered.

"I'm sorry for your loss, Alice," Mum replied, though her words were cold, devoid of sympathy. "But let's be clear-my daughter and her friend had nothing to do with this. Your daughter got herself into things she couldn't handle. Now, if you'll excuse us." She turned away, firmly leading Ireti and me out of the hospital, leaving Pamela's mother behind in her grief.