Episode 12
TOO HARD TO LET GO
“What exactly is complicated there?”. I asked.
“I don’t know..”. She paused to wipe the tears that were dropping on the baby.
“You don’t know what?”. I asked impatiently.
“I don’t know how it happened”. She said.
“Wait, are you trying to say you don’t know who fathered the baby?”. I asked, and she nodded.
…. Like you don’t know who got you pregnant?”. I repeated.
She nodded again.
” How?. Are you that loose?”I shouted.
“I’m sorry”. She sobbed.
“I don’t want to hear that again. Stop telling me you’re sorry, stop the fake tears you’re pouring on this innocent baby. So this is who you really are, a wh0re? How did I even end up with you?, why did you make me fall in love with you?”. I was yelling at her.
A pregnant woman, who was lying on another bed beside Lucy’s, advised us to stop with the fight.
“I’m sorry for intruding. But I don’t think this is the right time for whatever you both are fighting over. You just had a baby, for crying out loud, don’t frighten it with your indifferences”.
I stood up to leave.
“I don’t want to ever see you anywhere close to my life again. And have it at the back of your mind, that I will never forgive you!”. I said, and walked out of the ward.
As I walked down the hall, I remembered the words of my mother and elder sister, the first time I took Lucy home to see her. I can’t believe they have been right all along.
“Why was I so blind not to have noticed? I asked myself.
I sat inside the car for close to fifteen minutes, with my head bent over the steering. I couldn’t stop cursing the day I met Lucy. It was after Deborah’s call entered that I remembered I had to go home.
After ended the call with her, I quickly opened my phone, searched for anything relating to Lucy, and deleted them from my phone, including all the text messages and chats.
I don’t want anything that will remind me of that cheap prost!tute. I thought to myself, before I turned on the ignition.
I was driving into the compound when Deborah called again.
“I’m home now, open the door fast”. I commanded.
She was already standing in the verandah, before I parked the .
I came down from the car and rushed out
“You got me worried”. Deborah said, stretching out her arms for me to hold her, but ignored it, and ran into the room.
“What is the problem?”. She asked from behind… I wasn’t in the mood start to explaining anything.
I went straight to the visitor’s room, packed all the photos. Then I walked out again to the kitchen, to dispose of them in the waste bucket.
Again, I went to the room, open the side drawer, picked our wedding album and disposed of them too.
Deborah was following me about, demanding to know what the problem was.
“Why are you acting like this?, what happened?”. She kept repeating the same question.
I didn’t speak to her, until I was done.
“I don’t ever want anyone to mention her name anywhere around me”. I warned her.
“You mean your first wife?. I should…”.
“Point of correction, I don’t have any first wife, I have cut ties with her, the whole thing was a mistake all along”. I was panting.
She held me on the hand and started leading me to the room.
“I don’t know where all these is coming from, but you need to go and shower. You may be better if cold water touches your head”. She advised.
After I came out of the bathroom, she pleaded with me to eat, but I was still too angry to talk about food.
“Why are women like this?”. I asked her.
“You haven’t told me what happened”. She reminded.
I just sighed, and laid down.
I was down the next few days.
Deborah excitedly broke the news of her pregnancy to me after I got back on my feet.
I pretended to be happy, but I doubted if the pregnancy was actually mine.
I’m still going to do a DNA test after, that baby was born. I had concluded in my mind.
Two weeks later, when it seems everything was moving well, I was in the office, one morning, when I received a text message. Though it was an unknown contact, but I knew Lucy’s number off heart. The message was simple ๐
‘Hello, Douglas, I want us to see. There are things you need to know’.
I sighed and deleted it immediately… I don’t want to ever see that woman again.
She resent it, the next day, in only that she added ‘please’ this time around. I wasted no time in deleting it again.
About a week later, she resent.
‘Douglas, please, stop ignoring my messages, we need to talk”. She pleaded.
Before I deleted this one, I decided to reply her๐
*I’m not interested in whatever you want us to talk about. I have heard enough in the hospital. Please, Allow my heart to heal, you have caused enough damage to it, already*
She replied me immediately.
‘If I don’t tell you this, my conscience will not be at rest, please, let’s talk….”
I was going to ask if she really had conscience, but as I tapped, a call interrupted. It wasa neighbor at home.
“Neighbor, you have to come quickly, the woman in your house is in pains”…. She was panting
What happened to Deborah?.I stood up, and ran out of the office…
Typing 13..
