Betrayal - Season 3 - Episode 2

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Betrayal - Season 3 - Episode 2

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*continues*

I instantly dropped my phone in shock and held my head. Amara dutifully shook me, concerned and anxious to know the reason for my outburst.

“hope all is well my dear?” Benjamin’s mum calmly asked. I breathed deeply and shook my head.

“my dad” i cried,
“yes, what happened?” Amara asked, but before i could answer, my phone rang again.
“hello mum” i murmured as i answered her call for the second time,
“we are at St James hospital, very close to your school, where are you?” she asked again,
“i’m, i’m” i stammered,
“please be here quick, i need to rush home and get some things” she added without waiting for my reply, while i breathed deeply. All eyes were on me as i dropped my phone and stared back at Benjamin’s mum whose eyes were seriously scanning my face in deep awe. I stood up uneasily, bit my lips and shrugged.

“i’m sorry ma, but i have to start leaving, i just got a terrible call from my mother informing me that my dad was involved in a motor accident this morning” i explained with tears. The old woman gasped, covering her mouth with her hands,
“oh dear lord” she screamed, made the sign of the cross, drew forward and held me with concern. Her expression forced more tears out of my eyes, making me sob uncontrollably. I broke free from her and ran outside while Amara eagerly followed me. I felt bad, broken and down, very scared and lost.

Not only was i crying for dad’s accident, i equally was crying for my life. I was extremely scared of my future, scared of tomorrow and scared of my family’s fate. I never believed in superstition but yet i had a very strange feeling about everything, i feared that the evil wind of misfortune had not only befallen me but has engulfed my innocent family as well. I felt very responsible for everything, i saw my life turning upside down.

“save your tears dear, things may not be as bad as you fear” I heard Amara say as she held me reassuringly, i stared at her with prayers in my lips.

“i hope so dear, i do pray so, because if Dad dies, i’m finished” i murmured sadly, a very painful but truthful sentence it was.

We finally got to St James hospital an hour later. My heart pounding furiously as we eagerly searched for my parents.

“Kpoom kpooom kpoooom” my heart pounded.