DREAM WAKE --- {COMPLETED} ☑️

THE VISIT - II

Chapter 22

EYARE

I tried valiantly to get myself under control.

I didn't want Osagiede to see the diary, so I pocketed it. I didn't even want her to know I had already read the contents of it.

I was still feeling light-headed so I went to take a shower, leaving the diary in the pocket of my Jeans.

After I got out, I laid down on the bed, tossing and turning. I couldn't sleep, neither had I come to any conclusion on what to do yet.

Did it mean he snuck into the house while we were away?

Was it Geoffrey or someone else trying to play a sick trick?

Had he been watching us all this time?

Watching Osagiede?

Watching our baby?

All these questions begged for answers but none was forthcoming.

An involuntary shudder ran through me at the thought of him watching Osagiede and out baby. I couldn't take it anymore so I got up. I couldn't think of anyone else to call except Gboyega. "Hey man, where are you?" I tried to keep the tremors out of my voice but failed miserably.

"On my way to your place, I'll soon be there. Is everything okay?" Concern laced his voice.

"My place?" I asked incredulously. Then it hit me. I hit my forehead in consternation. I had forgotten I'd invited him over for lunch today.

Today was not a good day. A lot was going on.

What was I to do now?

My parents in law were here and I wasn't in the mood to host anyone.

"Hello! Incase you hadn't noticed, I'm driving. Can we talk when I get to your place?"

"Yeah, okay!" And I cut the call.

I told Osagiede I was going to meet with some clients, and she shouldn't expect me back for lunch and dinner too. She was in the kitchen sitting on one of the stools. She looked at me but said nothing, so I took my car keys and went outside to wait for Gboyega.

He drove into the compound some few minutes later. By then my nerves were already stretched thin. He took one look at me and understood instantly. "That bad, huh?"

I nodded. "Listen! I'm very sorry. I'm not in the right frame of mind to host anyone right now. I've got a lot going on and I need to talk to someone."

He must have seen the raw desperation on my face, because he nodded and told me to drive behind him in his car. He drove to a bar and ordered drinks for both of us. Scotch for him and tequila for me. After two shots, I poured out my heart to him, starting from when I had first discovered the diary, how I was suffering with loving my wife, and my love not being reciprocated. I talked about when she got pregnant and how she started realizing her love for me. I finally ended with seeing the diary resurfacing and the new words written in it.

I dug it out of my pocket and showed him. He was silent throughout, listening. When I finished talking, I felt a great burden lift from my chest.

It was really therapeutic.

"What else do you know about this guy apart from his name?" He looked at the words on the diary, a frown on his face.

"That he's a slime ball!" I responded immediately.

He laughed at that, but then took on a serious pensive look. That rattled me a bit. Gboyega was never pensive, he was always smiling and carefree. "You need a detective and I know just the one. He's very good at his job too. Very discreet. He's like a blood hound. He'll dig up all the dirt on anyone, even details that have been hidden in the past."