DREAM WAKE --- {COMPLETED} ☑️

RESSURECTION

Chapter 2

Osagiede

They say there's a thin line between love and hate.

I'm living that very line as I pen my side of the story.

Ever since we came back from our honey moon, Eyarr had acted strangely ---- blowing hot and cold. It was always one criticism after the other, nothing I ever did was right by him.

Nothing pleased him - he turned into a complete grouch.

I flopped into the high-backed chair, tired out after a series of meetings. Raising tired fingers to my lips, I stifled a yawn and looked at the watch on my wrist.

A gasp escaped me as I noticed the time. I hadn't realised how late it was.

Eyare would be furious with me.

I sighed as I sunk my head into my hands, hoping not for the first time I hadn't made a big mistake by marrying him.

Gone was the loving man who wooed me at the very beginning.

Oh well, the way you lay your bed is how you'll lie on it, right?!

I shrugged and got up. I stretched, feeling some form of relief as I did so. My whole body was stiff from sitting down on the uncomfortable chair for too long.

I made a mental note to have it changed soon.

As I packed up my things ready to leave, I reasoned that I could always explain the obvious -- meetings galore had plagued me throughout the day.

Picking up my jacket and flinging it across one shoulder, I bent to pick the bag my food flask and flats were in. Removing my heels and changing them, I immediately felt much better as my feet were already getting sore.

Looking up, I saw a shadow outside my office door. So picking up my things, I made my way quietly to it, opened and walked out stealthily. I bumped into a figure at the end of the corridor.

"Grace!, Mrs. Osazuwa!" We both exclaimed at the same time.

"I was just coming from the ladies when I saw the light on in your office, I'm on my way home now," Grace, my secretary announced, eyes big and round with fear, one hand clutching her chest.

"Alright, can I give you a ride to the nearest bus top?" I smiled, trying to reassure her, noticing as the fear receded from her eyes.

"I would like that very much." She smiled, her voice sounding less panicked.

So we both made our way to the lift, all the while making small talk.

Grace began humming a song as we got into the lift and it sounded familiar, so I asked what song it was and she replied with a smile. "Ron kenolly."

I had a room mate back in school who loved to play Ron Kenoly's songs. I wasn't big on gospel songs so had always blocked my mind to it whenever she put it on.

When we got to the car park, it was dark and my car was the only one there. We heard a whistle as we got closer and I turned to look at Grace, who obviously had also heard it. Written all over her face, was fear. I was sure it was also evident in my eyes as well.

It was late and robberies were always reported at the car park at this time of the day from other staff members.

"That's probably the security guard making his nightly rounds," Grace surmised, nodding reassuringly at me.

It didn't help that the lights suddenly went off, plunging us into inky darkness. Fear clawed at my throat, making me skittish, but I willed it away and kept moving, making sure to call out to Grace every other second so as not to lose each other. We made our way like two blind mice, having to feel our way with our hands, through memory only.