?A Moment In Time?
?Young Hearts❤?
Sub-Title: She’ll die anyway ?
Written by:
Humble Lee?
Chapter 3[Wahington DC]
Jeremy POV ?
“Done.” I cli-ck on the enter key on the keyboard, saved it then shuts it down.
I’m actually working on my typing skills, my speed has improved compare to last week and this time around I’m very much familiar with the keys and I’ll just recite them in my head while I set my f!ngerson the keyboard, face on the screen and typing continues.
I stand up from the stool and enter the toilet to ease myself, after which I was done, I walk to the lamp near my be-d and about to switch it off but a footsteps made me st©p and I turn to see Mr. Malcolm standing by my doorpost.
“Can I come in! ” He said and I walk to my be-d and sit on it.
“You’re alre-ady in. What do you want? ” I ask him and he stare at me for some seconds before walking closer and his hands are inside his pocket.
“I just thought I should check on you. ” He said and I scoff. Acting nice all of a sudden, what’s changed?
“As you can see, I’m fine so you can leave. ” I said pointing towards the door and he sigh.
“Son, we… ”
“No!, you don’t get to call me that. You don’t call me your son because I’m not. I’ve st©pped been your son many many years ago. ” I said to him and then switch off the lamplight, lie on my be-d and covered myself with the duvet and I watch him leave.
I so much detest this man with everything in me remembering everything he did and how he killed my Mom still hurts badly.
I remembered vividly that night when Mum walks in the house and went straight to pu-ll dad out of the dinning. I was just 8 at that time, she started hurling insults at him because she found out about one of his who-res and while they were arguing, he pushed her and her head landed on the tiled floor and she died instantly.
I roll to the left side of the be-d staring at my Mom’s picture.
‘How I wish you’re here Mom. ‘
Mirrah POV ?
[New York]
I fix my eyes on her as she fold her hands up to her che-st, she looked sad I can tell even though she’s trying to pretend.
“So, you’re never coming back.”
That doesn’t sound like a question but a complete statement and I just kept on starring at her and then she exhales.
“I thought you’re going to witness I and Fernard’s relationsh!pgrow. But anyway, good luck. ” She said faking a smile. I roll my eyes and held her hands in mine.
“Say something. ” I said and she sigh as her eyes tear up then she pu-ll me into an embr@ce. A very ti-ght one.
“I. Can’t. Breathe! ”
“Sorry.” She pu-ll off from the embr@ce and sniff as she wipe her face with her left palm.
“You have to call me everyday, text me and even s£nd me emails. ” She said while I keep nodding.
“I’m going to miss you Mirrah. ” Now it’s my turn to break down in tears.
“Me too. ” I said and hvg her. How am I going to survive without my best friend?
Mark POV ?
I have to stay back.
I have to make sure that Lillian and Florence’s do¢v-ment are re-ady to leave with me cause I’m not going anywhere without them.
Hannah and Mirrah and had alre-ady left to Washington and I told them that I had something to take care of and they believed me.
“Everything is set and that means we’ll be able to leave next week. ” I said putting the do¢v-ments inside a brown envelope while Lillian is lying on a hospital be-d.
“I can’t come with you Mark. ” She said and Florence is sitting at the edge of the be-d.
“That’s not true Dad, we’re coming. ” Florence said smiling and I reply with a smile.
“Go get your mom some fruits. ” I instructed her and she left after collecting the money.
“You’re going to be fine. ” I held her hand and smile weakly.
“Florence isn’t here anymore so you don’t nee-d to say lies. I’m going to die anyway. ” She said and God, I hate hearing that. She has been diagnosed of having cancer and her days are numbered.
“You don’t nee-d to believe that, maybe the doctors ain’t looking where they should. I heard that there are good doctors in Washington DC and I’m positive that they can find cure for your kind of cancer. ” I said and she chuckles.
“We don’t nee-d to deceive ourselves Mark, but there is something I do nee-d from you. I want you to take Florence with you. ” She said sounding as if she’s gonna die the next minute.
“… I want to you to take care of her for me. ”
“No, no one is taking care of Florence you’ll do that yourself. ” I yell at her.
“I want to but I can’t anymore. ” She said and shut her eyes. I walk out of the room to see Florence in tears. I hope she didn’t hear my conversation with her Mom.
“Will Mom be okay? “She ask me and I embr@ce her.
” She’s going to be. “I said patting her back.
I can’t loose you Lillian, you are my life, you and Florence and I’m going to do whatsoever it take to make you stay alive even though not for me but for this our beautiful daughter Florence.
Maybe I’m wrong for saying this but Lillian is the woman I truly love and Hannah, well, I don’t know.
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.?A Moment In Time?
?Young Hearts❤?
Sub-Title: Pug-nose x Unlucky j£rk: Mall thief ?
Written by:
Humble Lee?
Chapter 4[Seattle City, Wahington DC]
Mirrah POV ?
Washington is really a place to be and I’m glad we’re here. The weather is superb and the views, they are wow!
The house we park in is big not very big though but at least it’s beautiful. It has stairs insides and climbingup to the stairs there are four rooms and I quic-kly picked one for myself. A spacious room with pink wall paint, pink be-d spray and the room is just perfect.
Mom chose the bigger room for herself and Dad
“And the remaining two rooms are? ” I had asked mum who peep throu-gh the rooms because they are opposite each other.
“Guests rooms I guess. ” She isn’t sure herself.
“One room for his mistress and another for his illegitimate child. ” I said and climb down the stairs because I do not want to see how her reactions was.
After setting the house to our taste, we headed to the city mall to get some stuffs. We got into the mall and mum went to get the stuffs she nee-ded while I just wait for her but when I got tired of waiting, I walk to the jewelry stand to just stare at the beautiful Jelweries they have in sto-re. I’m very positive that these jewelry are very expensive especially this br@celet (I can only stare at them throu-gh the glas-s) it sparkles and golden colour. There is no price tag but I’m very sure it cost a fortune.
My eyes caught a guy di-pping a n£¢klace into his chinos trou-ser. Oh my God!, so this cute guy is a thief?
He has a black hair and te style he barb his hair made his handsome face to be visible.
After di-pping the n£¢klace into his front pocket, he looked at me and lower his head then in a rush he bu-mp shoulder with me.
I can’t let him get away with the n£¢klace!
I’m not a thief so I cannot see one and not voice out.
“Hey!, wait! ” I ran after him.
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#Jeremy_POV
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Sçhool is gonna resume in a week’s tone and it’s great cause at least I’ll be out of Mr. Malcolm’s sight. For the past weeks that he has been around claiming that he wants to make up for the wrongs he did has been frustrating for me and he just wouldn’t budge.
Resuming back to school is just like a long term prayer that has just been answered.
And there is my girlfriend Annie Bolton, a pretty lady with a short sandy hair that covers her ears. To me, d@t!ngAnnie was a big mistake cause I wasn’t in love with her and right now I’m not.
Annie said she wanted on the day of our resumption and believe me, I’m not re-ady to use my money to buy her anything so I decide to visit Infinity mall and just move a nice n£¢klace that has a pendant in shape of a heart.
About dripping it into my pocket when I notice some girl staring at me and I quic-kly put it inside my pocket and pretend as if I didn’t see her. I brush shoulder with her and ran away because I have a feeling that she’s going to tell on me.
“Hey!, wait! ” I increase my pace.
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#Mirrah POV continues…
It’s a good thing I walk to a security and told him what I saw. He’s the one at the front door.
“That guy took a n£¢klace. ” I said pointing to him.
“plea-se, step aside sir. ” The security man said and he put his hands into his sides pocket.
“What is going on here? ” I turn my back to see a lady dressed in cooperate. She must be the manager I presume.
“This lady said she saw him putting a n£¢klace into his pocket. ” He said to her.
“plea-se search him. ” She said.
“plea-se sir, hands up. ”
I scoff as I noticed that they’re giving him too much respect. I mean, you don’t nee-d to call a thief ‘sir. ‘
“Excuse me, I didn’t take anything and you shouldn’t accuse me of something I didn’t do. ” He defends himself.
“Then let them search you to be sure. ” I said and he turn his face to me.
“I’m not talking to you pug-nose, so don’t talk when I’m talking. ” I said but I cli-ck my ton-gue.
“You don’t have the right to search me cause I didn’t do anything wrong and I can sue you! Do you even know who I am? ” He kept blabbering ru-bbish, it’s not like he’s the president’s son or something. He’s just a normal, every day guy. I wonder what’s taking them long to search this criminal guy.
“If he refused you to search him then check the CCTV footage. ” I advised them. Trust me they nee-d my advice.
“There isn’t one. ” The lady I presume to be the manager said.
“If you’re not going to allow us search you then I’m calling the cops. ” She added typing on her phone..
“Let me go! I didn’t take anything. ” The unlucky j£rk said and I f0rç£fully out of anger di-p my hand inside his pocket and brou-ght out the n£¢klace then hand it to the manager who collected it.
“And this is? ” She raise it up to his face but he didn’t look up. He must be embarras-sed. That’s what thieves get for stealing what isn’t theirs.
“Thank you very much Miss. ” The manager said and left with the security man at the door.
“You are going to wish you never cross me. ” He said and walk away.
What an unlucky j£rk, he called me pug-nose!
Do I have a pug-nose?
I ask myself tou-ching my nose.
Really?!
“That makes you a hero. ” Mum said carrying two bags. She must have been watching us so I collect two bags from her.
“I’m just trying to help. ” I said walking out of the mall with her. Did I mention that the n£¢klace the unlucky j£rk stole was actually beautiful?, If only I can afford it.
“Has Dad called yet? ”
“No, he hasn’t. ” She replied and right now we are standing at the bus terminal and I don’t want to talk about him,
“Now that we’re here in Washington, what’s your plans? ” I ask mom.
“Nothing much. Just get a shop and start selling fabrics. ” She replied.
“But, how will you put up with that? ”
“I have a friend here who’s going to help me. ”
“And the bills? ”
“I called your grandmother and she said she’s going to transfer some money into my account. ” She said and and an incoming bus st©pped in front of us. The door slide open and we enter inside showing the driver our bus ticket and we went to locate a seat and sit.
“I actually talked with your dad last night. ”
“That was the last time you guys communicated. Okay. ” She would have said something against me but she didn’t.
“He said something. ” She paused. Why is she breaking her words?
“… He said, Florence is coming to stay with us. ”
No way, I know this will happen. Why is a mum allowing this man to cheat her?! Wait, lemme not conclude.
“And you said? ”
plea-se tell me you disagreed.
“Of course I said it’s okay because Flor… ”
“What?! ” The bus pas-s£ngers turn their n£¢ks to us, I must be really loud.
“Sorry.” I muttered to myself and they all turn back their n£¢ks.
“Mom, why will you agree? I thought the reason why we move to Washington is for us to start all over but why is he bringing her over? ”
I am really pissed at Dad especially Mom for agreeing.
“Florence Mom is sick and she nee-ds someone to look after her. ” She’s even defending them. God, why is my Mom too nice?
“If she nee-ds someone to look after her then she should go to the orphanage home in New York and besides its not like her mother is dying. ”
“She’s diagnosed of cancer. ” Mom said softly and I found my mouth sealed. I can’t seem to utter another word.
“She’s been given a d@t£ of death. ”
I g@sp as I use my hands to cover my mouth.
“Did Florence know about this? ”
“I don’t know and that’s why I nee-d you to behave and be accommod@t!ng. You don’t nee-d to show her that you’re crazy too. ” Mom said and wi-nk at me.
What a funny kind of mother I have.
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Tbc