Beyond Surface

Chapter 40_ Stay

How did we get here? 40 Chapters? Eddie, we need to meet and fight. You always call me 'useless'.

Now I have to admit that I really don't know what it feels like to write. I truly missed writing. But, here we go again.

Remember I talked about re editing Beyond Surface? I changed my mind. Oh, we changed our minds feels like the better way to put it. Reason is, nobody is perfect, and first things are bound to have some features of imperfections and starter kit traits, and this book has a lot of it. For record purposes, I'll leave this book just the way it is, so one day, I can look back, point to it and tell people, 'look, this was how I started,' and they'll feel inspired and motivated. So, Beyond Surface is yours, just as it has always been, with love.

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Ann's Point Of View (P.O.V)

Song Credit_ Rihanna ft Mikky Ekko: Stay

"Ohhh the reason I hold on
Ohhh cause I need this hole gone
Funny you're the broken one but I'm the only one who needed saving
Cause when you never see the lights it's hard to know which one of us is caving

Not really sure how to feel about it
Something in the way you move
Makes me feel like I can't live without you
It takes me all the way
I want you to stay, stay
I want you to stay,
ohhh"

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'What could it be this early morning?' I asked myself as I slowly slid the response icon to the right to answer the call.

'Hel...', I was about to complete the word when Okele spilled the beans;

'Madam, Christian committed suicide'.

'WHAT?!', I screamed and sat up immediately, my eyes sprang wide open as palace gates. Jireh, jolted up from the bed too, where he laid beside me. His sleepy eyes, cleared immediately he read my facial expression.

'I'll be on my way,' I replied the father-like security man, after he had repeated his statement. I hopped down from the bed and headed straight to the wardrobe to fetch out a dress for myself as I explained what happened to Jireh. Immediately, he got up also, and began doing what I was doing.

Incredible how bad news switches us all from available to flight mode within a millisecond.

Within 10 minutes, the four of us had our asses stationed on the seats of the GMC Yukon XL, one of the cars from the Pataudi garage. The drive was silent, as expected, but the silence was broken at intervals by sighs and hisses either from me or Calla.

Women grieve differently. Confirmed!

The both of us, restless and disturbed, and obviously heartbroken, because we had already began shedding tears right from home. But the men, or guys rather, were calm and reserved as usual. Their demeanor remained same and nothing was obvious to show that they were sad or heartbroken or disturbed or even moved about Chris's demise.

Do these humans feel anything at all? Why do they remain unmoved. They are as stiff as concrete. Do they know about his death already? This looks planned. Why aren't they crying? Or hissing? Or frowning? Or even sighing?

No, I think they're pained, but are trying to act tough and strong like men for you and Esosa. Men don't cry anyhow, you know. Even if the...