Should I surrender ?

Chapter 56

The moment you all been waiting for. At least that's what I'm guessing. I just wondering how the story gonna go now. Twists and turns, whatnot. Who knows it might be boring.

Let's get this chapter started now

Vince ( post coma )-

I was awake for almost a full week now. I was pretty confused on how I ended up here. I had plenty of doctors, an social worker coming in and out my room daily.

Asking me questions to many things I didn't know. I didn't why and what their questioning had anything to do with me being in the hospital. I was confused plus I thought I was a goner.

Me coming to was the worst, I had no speech, still it isn't there. My throat felt as dry as the desert. I really want to speak, tell my story. It's frustrating not being able to talk or move.

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My days are filled with physical and emotional therapy. The doctor in me felt they should've been physically moving my body already while I was in my coma. It wasn't the case because my body at first movement wasn't responding. I didn't really know the extent of my injuries. Doctors told me some things like broken bones, such. I could feel the chest plate inside my chest, the rod in my right leg. I knew it was bad, of course I didn't take the mirror to look at myself when a nurse asked me. I knew of my facial swelling because hell anyone would feel that.

And the most frustrating of all was when I tried to hold a simple pencil. It kept slipping from my hand. I wanted to cry, I think I actually did. It was the only thing that was working right on my body.

I thank god that I could see but my hearing in left ear was shoddy. Hopefully it won't be problem in the future.

And hope was all I had right now. Plus the fact that no one knew who I was. I didn't have identification, my features weren't pronounced. I was essentially an John Doe right now. It was probably the way I should keep it. Until things die down, my health improved.

And I could contact someone that's not law enforcement. To get around things, not the typical police detective. One thing I knew for sure is that that ex friend of mine wouldn't stay in the same place for long. Hell no one would or could be that dumb to do so.

I wondered where he could be ? But even if I did know. My current situation made me very useless. My chest throbbed at the thought of the terrible things that Janelle was, probably still is being subjected to.

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Nick-

After doing some laundry, I sat down on the wicker chair in my living room. Reaching in my pocket, I pulled cigarettes and lighter.

I took a couple drags, relaxed with my legs stretched out in front of me.

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After smoking two to three cigarettes. I noticed the house was extremely quiet. I felt restless, antsy like I would flip at any moment. Didn't realize how I wanted to be in the outside world. Go hit up a club, maybe get a bad ass bitch or two. To make me feel good, feel relaxed.

It was the exact opposite of what I'm feeling right now. I guess I was tired of hiding out for weeks on end. Just coming here to Canada seemed like a blink of a eye. It wasn't that exciting, it was serious. And yeah I was the one who brought all of this about. But the bitch had to have what's coming to her.

If she would've just told me the truth in the beginning. Maybe things would have been different. Or maybe not.

Especially with her random or sneaky things she said already. Like she was playing at being cluelessness. She was beginning to be a sore nail in my foot. When at first she more like some neck pain. Or just a pain period. But I still can't let her go or end her.

So I had to find figure out soon what I should do. An of course I would get the truth before I'd made my decision.

Putting my thoughts aside, I looked over at the TV. I then looked to the coffee table, saw the assortment of remotes. Picking up the remote for the television, turning it on. I began to flip through the channels. I stopped on a channel with the news.

They were talking about a case in the US. Then it cut to a black woman trying to hold her tears back. Her speech began to go in and out to my ears.

Then suddenly a picture of Janelle showed up on the screen.

I catapulted out of the the chair. I was shocked. I was angry. The first I thought that came to mind.

" They would never find this place. Plus I knew those fools never got a good identifying picture of my face. On both of those times. "

Then I heard the tail end of the news segment. It was said they still didn't have a clue of who it could be. And folks from that diner were no help. Or the club I took her from the video surveillance was clear enough.

Because I took care of that. I paid some people off.

They knew to keep their mouths shut at those places. Because I've sent a few people their way.

This chapter forever to write. I kept changing things around to be truthful. I really hope it wasn't boring.