PROMESHA

The Poisoned Apple

"Sometimes love gets you killed."-Author

Promesha's Pov

Flashing blue lights, yellow tape, blood stained white sheets, people talking but no sound comes out their mouths. I felt like I was in trance, is this a really bad nightmare or did I die and go to hell? My mind spiraled as I think of all the craziest scenarios that could have led to this horrific scene at Miko's.

"Miko?! Alex?! Miko!? Mi-K..." I paused at the sight before me. My befriend laid still on a gurney as they wheeled her towards an open ambulance. Her throat was bandaged and she had bruises all over her body. 

Oh my God the baby! I immediately broke as I ran along side her gurney with the EMT's trying to push me away.

"Let go of me dammit I am her family and I have to be here with her!" IK yelled at them and they released me. 

I turned around looking for Myles and he was crying next to another gurney in the back of the second ambulance that had what looks like Alex on it. They were using the defibrillator to revive him from what I saw.

"Clear!." The EMT shouted as Alex's body jolted upwards due to the electric shock. 

"Nothing he is still unresponsive, again!" the other guy shouted. My heart sank even lower watching Myles beside his best friend unable to help. They were both our best friends and they were dying and there was nothing we could do to help.

I fell to my knees begging God for mercy for them both and the baby, this was all messed up and I have no clue how we got here. We were literally having a girls day the other day and she was so happy and content and now sh-she's, sighs. 

"God I need your help!" I screamed.

The EMT's said that they needed to get to the hospital as soon as possible as she was losing to much blood, Myles went with Alex and I with Miko. While on our way I held her hand crying hard all while silently begging God for a miracle, I felt a light squeeze and I knew she was fighting even though her eyes were closed.

"Thank you God," I silently said.

Myles' Pov

There is a million and one things going on in my life and this is at the top of that list right now. My best friend and my cousin more like my sister rather both fighting for their lives, best believe when I find the person responsible I will have them killed. Better yet I will do it myself, I want to see the last look on that monster's face when I slut their throat. 

We get to Andrews Memorial as that was the closest and they were both in critical conditions especially Kimiko seeing she is pregnant. Mesha texted to say that they arrived at the hospital as they left out before my ambulance. 

She said the doctors said the baby was in distress, yes her pregnancy is still in its early stage but the fetus was evident and with her injuries they are not sure the baby will make it.

We arrived and Alex was brought into the ER as soon as the gurney hit the ground, I met up with Mesha and we did the paper work for the medical registrations. I realized  that she was trembling non stop so I had to put my feelings aside and reassured her that it will all be okay. 

We need to trust God and leave it to him to see them through.

"Baby we have to be strong for them right now, we can't break." As soon as I said that I saw the police come in and the nurses pointed in our direction.

"Hello, I understand you are both relatives of the victims, do you mind if we have a word with you guys?" they asked.

"Sure officer." I answered.

I turned to Mesha and asked her if she was in any frame of mind to speak with the officers or if she wanted me to speak with them alone. She replied by saying she would just stand by my side 

or rather sit since she was feeling a bit dizzy.

Knowing this ordeal was a lot for her was the reason I asked, but she insisted to be a part of the interrogation.For the next 20 minutes they questioned us about Alex and Miko's relationship and past 

relationships.

"One last question Mr. Halowell, do you have any idea who the deceased was? It was a female 

and based on the evidence and the overall crime scene seems to be the attacker as well."

The thought that a female could do so much damage to both of them is shocking, she must've gotten him off guard because Alex is a black belt in Marshal Arts, Taekwondo, jujutsu and others. It must be the same person who tried to bury him Alive, His wife!

"Officer am I able to see the deceased person so I can confirm whether I know them or not?" I queried.

"Sure thing let me speak with the mortician so we can get some access" he replied.

I convinced Mesha to stay back because of her current condition I refused to risk the health and well-being of our unborn for this madness, and frankly I am all for Jamaican folklore. If a pregnant woman sees anything ugly or the disturbing the baby will be born with the same distortion. 

That is a risk I am not willing to take. We arrived at the hospital's morgue where the body was presented on a table before us. This felt very eerie but as a man and future King of Denmark I will show no sign of fear. 

The mortician removed the white sheet and there she was in all her wicked glory, Karen. Her body was still fresh because she had just died and what a horrific and sad way to go I might add. 

Now her son will be fatherless and motherless, that is if Alex does not make it through and I pray to God he does. Being an orphan in this day and age is not pretty I should know as that is one of my secret projects. 

"Yes, officer I do know this woman she is the Ex-wife of the man that was stabbed. This looks like a domestic dispute and not the first time she has tried something like this." I told them while looking in disgust at Karen's lifeless body.

"We figured because the guy had made a report a couple weeks ago stating that he was a victim of attempted murder but he was not sure who tried to kill him. Well now we know but she did not succeed, this is a win." The officer commented.

"With all do respect officers it will be a win when my family members get through this horrible ordeal so no, this is not a win just yet." I said to them and walked out.

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