Chapter 2
This story will now be based on present and the past
This sign,will represent begining of flashback***************,
And this sign will represent end of flashback+++++++++++++++++++++++++
Enjoy😚😚
Moments later,we arrived at his house.
He lived in a two bedroom apartment on the island.
"Welcome to my humble abode." He said opening the front door. I stepped in first. Taking a look around me . The interior decor was really jaw dropping,starting from the wall papers to the rug. With three long couch,and the dining room settings.
"Like what you see?" He asked dropping my bag on the glass centered table.
" This place is really nice." I complimented.
"Thank you,I paid alot for it,it has to be nice." He grabbed me by the elbow. " I don't know about you,but am starving. I had to go grab the discharge papers as early as 6am.." pulling me to sit on one of the tall chairs in the dining room.
"Am sorry for that." I apologized. He turned around to face me.
"And why would you be?" He shook his head."You are my responsibility now. And it states clearly in the papers,I must not let you die. So,my first duty is to feed you."
He walked into the kitchen facing me directly,and returned moments later with a big pot,and then turned back to grab the plates.
He opened the pot and served my plate first. It was fried rice,I couldn't help it,my stomach growled immediately from the smell and the look of it. He laughed lightly. And damn,that was a sight to behold.
He opened another pot and placed a roasted turkey lap on it. Was I in heaven already, someone please kill me now.
"Enjoy." He said taking the seat beside me. I digged in immediately not bothering to reply.
After eating the whole plate, and flushing it down with a glass of orange juice, I felt born again. That was really nice."Thanks for the meal."
"You are welcome. I'll take the plates."
"No,I'll clear my plates."I argued standing up to pick his now empty plates. He placed his hands on mine and I felt an intense electric impulse.
"I said I'll take it.." He said quietly still not moving his hands from mine.
I released it immediately, snatching my hands from his. He packed the dishes and took them to the kitchen. What the hell was that......
He was in there for a while, probably trying to get his sanity back. He probably felt what just happened now right,I couldn't be the only one having this mental breakdown right now.
He came out later and packed the pots too. And then back to pack the glasses.
"Favour made the dishes,I told her to leave so we could have the house to ourselves, figured you would need some privacy."He said sitting down,four chairs away from me. Now I know,he definitely felt that. But then,who the hell was favour and why would she cook for him? Privacy,I smiled at that,we would be needing a lot of privacy..
"I meant privacy to talk." He clarified probably noticing the silly grin on my face.
Offcourse,I knew that,what I didn't know,and what my brain didn't bother to think about was that he could be married,or have a girlfriend. Me being the always inquisitive one, I asked "favour??"
"My help. She cooks and cleans." He replied walking Into another room and appearing later with his signature laptop suitcase. He opened it and brought out his laptop followed by a little book and a black pen.
Favour was his help,just his help. Was I happy to hear that, offcourse, probably on the verge of ecstatic.
"Miss Lawson?" He asked, expecting me to start talking.
" Call me priscillia,please." Miss Lawson sounded old.
"Alright,let's begin,shall we?" He asked raising a brow at me.
" Where should I start?" I asked,I remembered every day like the palm of my hands.
"From the beginning,the very beginning." He said looking right at me, probably seeing into me.
" That's gonna take a while ." I shrugged.
"We have all day,I mean,19 days exactly. " He said rolling the sleeves up on his blue shirt and leaning back,still staring at me.
"It started the day my parents died, that was the worst day of my life,or maybe,one of. I had much worse days after that." I started my story telling.
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"Priscy, priscillia!!!!!!" I heard Cecilia yell from downstairs.
" Coming!!" I yelled back,applying my nude lipstick,and winking at myself in the mirror.
"Priscy this is serious!" Cecilia yelled again.
I grabbed my bag and my phone and made my way downstairs.
"We have guests." She said meeting me halfway.
"Okay,from???"
"They won't say,just want to talk to the both of us." She whispered as me both made our way to the living room.
There were two men in Black suit,each holding a suitcase,this never ends well,we watched it,and read about it all the time.
"Nice to meet you,you might both want to sit down." One of them said pointing towards the love seat. Mother fucker,this is my house I choose whether to sit or not,and most importantly,I choose where to sit .
"We are afraid your parents passed away late last night,the yatch sunk."Another black suit guy reported.
" Wait what!!" Cecilia asked.
"They were supposed to be back today,I was about to go pick them up at the seaport." I argued.
" Our team are searching for the bodies,if you can come with us now, We'll be there to receive their bodies when found."
I sat down straight on the floor,turns out the man's advice was pretty reasonable, Cecilia already sat on the love seat and she was doing pretty well.
Our parents were dead,bodies!!!!!!!!!
Is this really how people die,like they just go right ahead to die without telling anyone.
"I'll grab the car key." Cecilia said almost in tears.
"Am afraid you won't be able to drive in this condition miss Lawson, we'll drive you there,and bring you back." The other black suit said.
I stood up immediately and followed them out as Cecilia locked up behind us.
