Lost episode 15


Episode Fifteen

I called out his name again, but he didn’t answer.

I turned to my stepmother and said, “You and your husband have succeeded in kiłłing an innocent boy who has done nothing to you.

The only crime he committed was being good to me, while both of you mistreated me since I lost my mom.”

I was so furious, more than sad.

I felt like I could squeeze the life out of her with my bare hands.

But I knew it was the devil speaking, and I didn’t want to become a kiłłer like my father.

At that point, I felt numb and didn’t know what to do or who to call for help.

It was as if I had lost my memory.

After taking a deep breath, I finally figured out what to do.

My stepmom started screaming, “Take him out of here.

I don’t want to be arrested for something I know nothing about”

I ignored her and rushed into the kitchen, not caring if I was banned from entering.

I quickly fetched water from the tap and rushed to the storeroom, pouring it on John, who still wasn’t moving.

I was scared and not thinking straight.

I had forgotten that I had brought a bottle of water into the sitting room before entering the kitchen.

I managed to tear off his shirt and breathed some air into his mouth.

I felt his lips for the first time, but I knew it was just foolishness creeping in when I was on the verge of losing him.

I realized I had developed feelings for him unknowingly.

And I was not ready to defy everything my late mother had taught me before she died.

I didn’t know what to do anymore.

I asked my stepmother to help me take him out of the storeroom so he could get some fresh air.

I wanted to call the other hawkers for help, even though I didn’t have money for hospital bills.

I wasn’t thinking clearly, I just wanted to save him.

After persuading her, she finally agreed to help me.

She didn’t want her name to be mentioned because she didn’t want my dad to find out she helped me release John.

But I assured her that John was still breathing, even though I wasn’t sure.

We both dragged him out of the storeroom, and I ran as fast as I could to the junction to call the other hawkers.

I knew the women would know what to do because it was too much for me to handle alone.

When I reached the junction, I told them I found John and that a rich man had kidnappëd him.

I didn’t want them to know it was my father because it would have been embarrassing to reveal that I lived in a big house and still had to hawk.

I lied about everything, and in the process, I even forgot about the lie I made.

We all rushed back to where he was lying, but he wasn’t breathing anymore.

It was a heartbreaking moment, and I didn’t know what to do.

I tried to cry, but tears didn’t come.

I couldn’t believe that John was gone too. My stepmother kept pressuring us to take him out.

I didn’t know what to do to her, because my heart was really heavy, and I could hurt someone with how I felt.

It was the third time I lost someone, but what I felt was more than just sadness.

It was like I was going crāzy.

I sat in a corner, not knowing what to do with his body.

He didn’t have a family, and there was no money for a casket if we were to būry him.

I couldn’t understand why someone would suffer so much in the world and still diė in pain.

I asked myself that question, but couldn’t figure out the answer.

John had suffered his whole life, and he deserved a happy ending, at least.

I didn’t want to take his body out of the compound.

I wanted to wait for my father to come back and face the consequences, even if it meant him seeing John’s lifeless body.

John looked sad, even in death, and it really hurt me.

I asked the others to leave, there was no need for them to stay when the person they came to save was already gone.

They all left, one by one, with folded hands and shaking heads.

It was the first time I was going to stand up to my father.

I was prepared for the worst and ready to hurt him the way he hurt me since he kilłėd my mother.

“What do we do with his body?”

my stepmother asked, reaching out to touch my shoulder.

I shrugged her hand off and told her to stop pretending to be good to me.

Feed on corpsė i responded.

I know you don’t like me. Please stop pretending,” I screamed as tears flowed from my eyes.

I didn’t know what came over me.

I moved closer to where John lay and said, “John, you must live.

Your chapter hasn’t ended, who are you leaving me here for?

Please don’t leave me like everyone else.

I called out to him while rubbing his palms with my hands.

It felt like a force pushed me, and I fell to the ground.

I heard him call my name, “Catherine.”
Thessycute Ekene

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