The Nanny ✔

#36

Word count: 1845

Demola's POV

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My eyes cloud with anger and anxiety and frustration because I can't do anything to get Sophie from Abdul's custody at this moment and the feeling of uselessness weighs me down as I struggled to breathe.

A loud bang suddenly resonates around us and then a groan follows inside the abandoned room but I can't seem to move my body or do anything for about three seconds as I stand rooted in my spot.

He shot her!

The fool shot Sophie and she's... Oh, no. No please no.

No, it mustn't be... my goodness..

I'll go crazy if anything happens to her. Sophie has brought light back into my dark world and nothing will take that light, absolutely nothing! She's too good to be true but I wouldn't have it any other way. She has a bright future and I love her so damn much.

Shuffling follows inside the room as chaos breaks out around me; though I'm just standing in a spot numbly and I hear Abdul making a dangerous hiss before the clanking of something iron-like harshly follows.

The door opens slowly, taunting my heart and every being.

The door groans, hissing out with a long creak.

The sound itself is filled with emotions, as if the door is waiting to be shut again or opened fully. I move closer and spot smoke coming out of the auto lock.

Then I snap out of my trance, because Sophie doesn't need me zoning out right now.

Without waiting for the men beside me, I barge into the silent room and look around in alarm.

Sophie!

Oh heavens, where are you baby?

Where is she?

I hear the sound of something click in a corner and my eyes widens the moment my head snaps in that direction. Then I spot Abdul close to the exit on the other end of the room, the exit leads to the mechanic's office but not many people know this since it's an abandoned room.

Abdul is clutching onto something.

My heart drops when I see he's holding Sophie tightly in her side.

Not because he is holding the love of my life so close to himself but because a pistol has been placed next to her head.

My gaze moves over her in two strokes but there's no sign of blood or injury though her eyes are swollen and she looks traumatized.

Panic rushes through my body and stops below my abdomen. The feeling is of course familiar, it's also sickening to realise this.

I had this feeling once, when Simi was rushed to the hospital few years ago. The feeling alone landed me in the hospital, which became my home for a good couple of days before I decided to man up because I knew I would now be a father and mother to Oli.

I won't go through that alone, especially now that I know the truth behind Simi's death.

"Put the gun down Abdul." I command with a harsh glare.

I never knew he was having issues when we were younger because he was always cool and loved his sister to death. He was protective of her and she followed him everywhere he went. I sometimes felt jealous with how well he attracted the attention of those in our age range and he was well respected so it never occured to me that he could be going through some emotional issues.