Two Faced Lover - Episode 20
**** The young lady's nostril's flared, her eyes red and blazing with anger under the streetlights as she glares at the nosy woman who for some reason couldn't keep her godamn mouth shut.
If only murder wasn't a crime, she would have buthchered this woman to pieces.
"How dare you...."
She didn't get to finish her screams when she was interrupted yet again.
"Do not waste your time here because over my dead body are you meeting Cameron. Now get out of here Natalia"
"Natalie! It's Natalie! Not f*cking Natalia!"
She yells her screams echoing through the silent night.
"Keep your voice down will you? People are going to think you're mentally deranged . Not that it's a lie because you really are sick in the head."
The older woman continues
"And it doesn't matter if your name is Natalie or Natalia. It still doesn't change the fact that you're nothing but a leech. Hopping from one host to another, sucking them dry."
Natalie taps her foot to the ground again and again, her jaw ticking from holding back so much anger.
"You just wait woman. Just wait
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. You'll be the first one I fire like a stray dog the moment I return"
she seethes. Return? Where? To this house?. The woman snorted
"Yea keep dreaming Natalie. It doesn't hurt to dream"
With that she turns and shuts the gate in her face. She let's out a sigh, stepping fully into the compound.. "That was her wasn't it?"
The guard asks immediately, approaching her.
"That was who?"
"The one who two timed the Knight brothers."
The guard answers.
The older woman was tempted to ask him how he knew about that story considering the fact that he was employed barely three months ago.
But tyeyj again, the wedding of the ever popular Mr Knight's eldest son had been the talk of the town for weeks and when Natalie had left him at the alter, it had turned out to be a huge scandal.
Every social media blogger wasted no time in posting about it, adding their own fabricated stories to spice things up.
It was all over town.
And when pictures of the bride-to-be and the groom-to-be's brother popped up on the internet showing them kissing at the airport with her in her wedding attire, a huge diamond ring on her finger and their suitcases beside them, it had gone haywire.
People couldn't stop whispering about how the bride had jilted her husband at the alter only to get married to his younger brother.
It was the main reason Cameron had left the country barely a week after the incident.
He couldn't take the humiliation.
And she had watched the mother of both son's crying each day for her children.
Her first son had been betrayed by none other than her second son.
"Yes, that was her. Please do not let her in when she shows up again, at all costs."
The guard nods, watching her disappear into the house.
U.S.A.. NEW YORK.. 12:00AM.
* SKYLAR'S POV.
My eyelids flutter open, a massive headache being the first thing that registers in my brain.
Someone get me a f*cking painkiller.
I look carefully around, there's no one else in the room.
I sigh, eyeing the jug of water that sat on the makeshift wooden table beside me. My throat feels dry.. I'm thirsty.
There's no one around to help me.
Guess I'll have to do it myself.
Lifting myself slightly, I reach out with my good arm as the other was in a sling, when I realise my arms was stuck. What the... I turn to look at my side where the weight was pressing into me.
Precisely where my ribs hurt.
My eyes land on a small body, curled up beside me, arms tucked underneath the head that lay on my belly.
I blink in surprise, happiness bursting through me at the sight of my son, tiralkyy forgetting about the pain in my ribs.
I listen to his slow, steady breaths.
He's asleep. My baby.
I want to reach out.
To touch him, caress him but I'm stuck.
And my other arm is wounded.
Half of his body is laying on me.
Nevertheless, I try to sit up, groaning instantly.. "Hey careful"
I frown, recognizing the voice immediately.
"You're still here? Why don't you just go? It'll be so much easier to get rid of me this way" I snap.
"Don't... Don't say it because I know you're not."
I don't know why but I can't seem to forget the look of disgust in his eyes when he insulted me the way he did.
He might say he's sorry and he didn't mean it and so an and so forth but I'm sure he meant every word he said.
I could see it all in his eyes last night.
And right now, it's his guilty conscience speaking.
I turn away when Sean stirs beside me, his eyelids moving.
He opens his eyes, stretching and yawning as he tries to sit up.
I ruffle his hair. He turns, facing me, a smile breaking on his face.
He lunges himself at me, hugging me tight. I wince.
"Careful baby, mom is hurt"
I tell him. He pulls away with a pout.
"Aunty Monroe says you ate germs so the doctor put the big needle in your bum. Is it true?"
He asks with eyes wide with curiosity. I laugh
"No. The doctor didn't put the needle in my bum. The needle is only for bad boys"
he nods thinking.
"I'm a good boy mom.. So no needle for me?"
I laugh again.
"No needle for you"
I hug him tightly, still aware of Cameron's presence.. I don't like the fact that he's here, watching me interact with my son.
And I do not like the fact that, he knows I have a child.
It's not a bad thing to have a child or be a single mother but this wasn't part of my job.
I had wanted to keep my personal life and information as far away from him as possible until my job was done.. Mixing personal life with a mission never ended well. And now, he already knows I have a son.
I'm sure he knows I'm a single mother already too, judging from the questions swimming in his eyes. I look away, pretending to listen to Sean's continuous rumbling of his adventures with his friend Christian. I sigh, pressing him tighter to my body.
I stand at the corner of the room like an unwanted intruder, watching mother and don't interact.
My eyes are fixated on Skylar who's smiling at the stories her son was telling her.. It was a genuine smile.
And that look in her eyes when she stared at him.
It was a look of adoration, love, pride, joy.
Something I had been lacking for years.
I blink, realising where my thoughts are headed.
F*ck. I take a deep breath.
You're fine just the way you are Cam.. I tell myself mentally.
You're fine... You don't need anyone's attention or love or companionship. You've been on your own for years now.
And you were fine.
You always have been.
Was I? The doubt settles in immediately. Was I ever fine? Of course I've never been fine.
Putting up a tough front, and masking my emotions was something I had to learn.
Most of the times, I used to find myself asking if I was never good enough for Natalie. Asking myself where I went wrong. Asking myself if I should have been much more ambitious.
Those thoughts always drove me to the brink of insanity.
Pushing me to the edge.
And that was how I joined the underground fights and illegal racing.
Those were the only things that distracted me long enough until I felt the need to sleep at night after returning from the office.
Those things were the only things that kept me sane.
"Good day Mr Knight"
a voice brings me out of my reverie.
I blink looking up to fiymf the doctor smiling warmly.
I give a brief nod.
"Can I go home now?"
Skylar speaks up first.
"You aren't fit to leave yet miss Sampson.You suffered a cut to the forehead which had been freshly stitched and could reopen at the sligheest movement. You also have a broken rib. And a broken arm. You need to be monitored constantly"
he turns to her.
"But I can't stay here"
she pouts slightly.
Her son's lips were also puckered in the same way.
Just like his mother.
"I can't discharge you miss Sampson. But if you still want to insist, then I'll have to assign you a nurse who'll take care of you at home until you're feut enough"
Skylar's frown deepens at that.
she mutters to herself and then remains quiet as if weighing the pros and cons of the situation.
A moment later, she lifts her head up, a determined look etched on her face. "Okay.. You can discharge me"
Discharge?. My eyebrows shoot up.
She wants to be discharged? She was admitted just last night.
How will she take care of herself and her son with a broken rib, a broken arm and a concussion? I had asked Mrs Monroe if she lived with Skylar while she was still sleeping about an hour ago.. Call me nosy but I just couldn't help it.
She had told me Skylar only worked for her.
So if Skylar doesn't live with her and she's got no family.. Then this means she lives alone? Right? So why does she want to be discharged?
"Are you sure miss Sampson? I will assign you a nurse but she would only work during her shifts and leave. Someone needs to be by your side all the time so I think it will best if..."
"I will take care of her doctor"
I interrupt before I could stop myself. The doctor turns to me.
"How long does she need to recuperate?"
"Two to three weeks at most"
he replies and I nod.
"You can prepare her discharge papers and assign her a nurse.
I'll be taking care of her"
"Very well then.. As you wish"
the doctor says and exits and at that the moment, Skylar's head snaps in my direction.
She seethes obviously angry I didn't ask her before taking such a decision but f*ck.
If she really lives alone, then she can't take care of herself with those injuries.
Not that I care or anything. I'm being a good Samaritan.
"You're getting discharged girl and I'm taking you and your son to my home at least until you're better."
I say and just then something snaps in me and I blink, realisation dawning on me at what I've just done. I'm taking her to my home to take care of her for three weeks? Damn it.
Why can't you keep your f*cking mouth shut Cameron? I'm taking her to my house? To take care of her? And her son? Ah! Somebody shoot me now.
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