Sweet Sin - S01 E200

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Sweet Sin - S01 E200

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[Hospital – Two Days Later]

Allison’s health had deteriorated as a result of her leaving the hospital to days ago. Now, she’s back to laying down and not advised to tilt up till she’s fully stable to move.

She lay in bed, looking sick with Acosta and Peach at each side of her.

Peach held her right hand, looking at her worriedly.

“I’ll be fine, princess…it’s only a matter of time.” She promised.

Peach said nothing.

Even Acosta said nothing.

“Wait, you’re still mad at me?” Allison frowned slightly.

“You shouldn’t have left the hospital like that, I warned you!” He scolded.

“Come on,” she sighed. “It’s Phina, of course I got worried. You know how I’ve always been about her. There’s this overprotective instinct anytime it’s about her.”

“But you have to start considering yourself too, Allison. Please.” He sat beside her gently.

“I promise, I’ll tone it down…” She sighed. “So can you smile now?”

She raised her hand to pull his beard playfully.

“Come onnn….. Ebonyheart.”

Acosta smiled immediately.

“You’ve so fucking impossible…” He took her hand away from his beard, and she chuckled.

“Do you love my dad?” Peach asked from the other side suddenly.

“Peach…” Acosta cautioned.

“Yes!” Allison snapped. “Does it not show?” She blinked at Peach. “I love your pops, especially his features like the beard, the tattos, and the eyes ..”

Acosta’s mouth opened to talk, but he couldn’t even say a thing as shock was still dealing with him.

Peach smiled widely, finally putting her mind at rest.

“Can someone go check on Phina again, please?” Allison said.

“We’ve been doing that since two days ago, Allison. She refused to go to work, leave the house, or even eat anything. She’s mostly crying and spacing out or shaking with cold.” Acosta explained.

“Fûck, I’m so worried…” Allison groaned.

“Saint is going to her.” Acosta informed.

“He got discharged?” Allison blinked.
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[Saint’s Ward]

Saint finally got discharged, and he definitely wants to teleport out of this hospital if he can.

He’s finally free.

He blew the nurse a kiss and was wearing his jacket as he walked out of the ward fast like a cursed room.

But by the door, he walked into someone he knows. He acted like she wasn’t even there as he walked past her, but she came after him.

“Saint!” Her voice followed him.

He quickened his pace.

“Saint!” She pulled his arm, but he pulled it off immediately, facing her.

“What the fûck you want from me?”

“I messed up, ok?” Bexley rushed. “You helped me with my bodily scars, and you even took a bullet for me, then I turned you down when you needed a little help, but…”

“But?” He scoffed.

“But I’ve realized my mistakes and I’m really sorry. I—”

“I have nothing to say to you.” He cut her off and took a step away, but he suddenly stopped and came back.

“Actually, I do have something to say,” he muttered. “I knew you were using me for money. I’m aware that you’re a egoistic bitch who can’t love anyone, so I was ready to keep giving you the money so far you came to see me always, I didn’t care, but obviously, I made the wrong choice. You’re so fuckin worse, Bexley. I wonder how a cool lady like Allison got a rotten sister like you.”

“Saint….”

“And you were a Delilah of Valhalla?” He looked her up and down, scoffing. “Just the right name for you cos you indeed are a Delilah, and your nudes is still selling in porn sites…”

Her arms dropped.

“Heard your sister pays your tuition and gives you money weekly, but you still choose that life? That’s crazy, Bexley, and it’s so like you. I’m not disappointed, I’m just thrilled, cos look at you, you’re even too ashamed to go see your sister cos you know she has heard about it.”

He hissed out and continued his journey out of the hall.

Bexley cried harder, hiccuping. “I might be a Delilah once, but I’m still untouched! I’m still a virgin! I’m not wayward! I’m not a prostitute!”

Saint turned with a sneer. “You’re a virgin? Fine, i’m the President of America, since we’re in a lying competition now.”

“Uber here!” Annika shouted, entering the hall.

“I called your dad, not you!” Saint frowned as he walked to her.

“Yeah, but my dad is not working today, so I’m helping out. Also, you’re going to my boss’s house, so I’m going to go with you.” Annika smiled.

“Tag along then,” Saint shrugged, and they left the hospital together.

“You have bikes, why calling a Uber?” Annika asked.

“As you can see, I’m just leaving the hospital, and I’m not allowed to drive yet. Besides, my bike isn’t even here, so I need this drive to go see SarahNina first, then return home to practice against my race tommorow.” Saint explained.

“You’ll race tommorow?” Annika blinked.

“Yeah, I’m outta the hospital now, doctors have no hold on me.” Saint winked at her, and Annika laughed.

“I’ll come to your race then.”

“Fo’shur.” He shrugged.

They were about to enter the Uber together when Saint felt this gnawing, gripping sensation of being watched. The hair at his nape rose.

He looked back, but nothing.

No one.

“You good?” Annika asked.

“Sure!” He nodded, getting in the car with her eventually.

Drive from there to Seraphina’s mansion was ten minutes roughly.

He entered with Annika, and as expected, they met Seraphina in her bedroom, in bed, looking sick.

“Come onnn!” Saint pulled her arm. “C’mon! Look at those eyes! Are you planning to ruin this beauty before my avatar comes to his senses?”

Annika looked at the bedside, seeing the tray of food they placed there this morning is still untouched.

“You still haven’t eaten?” She gasped.

“But it’s already clear that Toby didn’t sleep with the escorts! He only invited them for their noises! His dick is still yours alone!” Saint said.

“Don’t be so raw!” Annika said.

“Dick is dick, what else should I call it?” Saint rolled eyes.

The next person to enter the room didn’t even knock before entering.

Yalda.

She stood by the doorway with a slanted expression.

“Let’s go back to Church, First Lady.” She muttered.

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[Uncle Will’s House]

The middle-aged man arrived from work as early as 6pm today.

He now runs a small kiddies restaurant beside an amusement park where he cooks only kids food, and it has been running well.

He removed his face cap as he looked for his keys in his pockets, and when he found it, he took it out together with his phone.

He turned on the phone as he entered the house, reading the news.

Business news says Wrath Investments Empire and Black Rose Capitals are still topping the Investments market now.

The same successful companies owned by the same owner.

Also, Sera’s Crochets is preparing to open her new headquarters, and she’s also preparing for her next auction which would definitely be bigger than the last one.

Genevieve and Marley are still in jail with no hope of trial or parole, and they might be executed soon.

Dora Redd landed back in rehab.

Uncle Will inhaled, smiling at the good news. He stepped in his small living room, and only then did he notice he has a waiting visitor.

Sitting majestically on the couch like he owns the house, is Vince.

Kelly stood beside him, arms folded.

Immediately Uncle Will entered, the third person entered behind him.

He turned around to see Tino, and the man slowly turned back to face Vince, eyes meeting.

“Missed me, Dad?” He smiled.

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[Savior’s Alive Church]

At 7pm, the door to the church opened, and Seraphina stepped inside, looking a little put together that she was in the house.

At least, her hair is smooth now. Though, it was Yalda who brushed it. Seraphina wouldn’t care less about hair in this situation.

She stopped by the entrance and studied the Church—same building they sinned inside multiple times.

Yalda said they could try out the time she entered this Church to confront him after he ratted her out to Dean at Dean’s Estate, and she agreed.

Anything to get him back.

She walked to the front row and sat there silently, staring weakly at the cross in the middle of the altar.

Two minutes later, she heard the door opening, and her heart lost it’s beat counts immediately.

She counted the minutes with her breathes.

One…

Two…

She rose, turned around and saw him coming inside, wearing the black vestments—his former priesthood signature.

He didn’t stop walking even after seeing her, and she picked up her own walk too, steps fast and calculated, eyes locking on his own, never wavering nor blinking.

The closer they got, the closer the world felt like it’s getting to an end time. The world felt suffocating and this orbit felt like it’s squeezing them inside a hole they can’t escape.

Seraphina hoped for a change with this, and he hoped all of his suspicions would be set free.

He finally walked past her, but she didn’t let go.

She blocked him with her palm ready. It flew up his face and smacked him loudly.

All of her five fingers printed on his cheek with the intensity of the slap.

Tobias eyes changed color instantly like it did back then.

It was deep crimson.

“You don’t deserve to be a Priest. How could you do that to me last night!” Seraphina accused angrily like she said back then,, looking like she’s gonna burst from emotions.

Afterwards, silence hung between them like breeze, and even as his cheek stung, he didn’t stop looking at her, didn’t stop wondering what’s going to happen next.

For three full minutes, nothing happened, and he totally lost it. His hand wrapped around her neck, squeezing hard she lost her momentum and bearings.

“Has it all been a lie you’ve been trying to cook?” He muttered hotly. “Even if you’re cooking lies, how did you manage to drag my Odds into it? Who exactly are you?!”

She didn’t struggle, didn’t even make the slightest gagging sound. She just stayed at his mercy, gasping for breaths with watery eyes.

“Your Ana….thema…” She muttered, making sure the letters are clear enough to hit his ears.

His eyes shifted slightly.

“Initially, I didn’t know why you choose to call me that despite the meaning, but later, I got to know that the nickname wasn’t directed at me in particular, it’s directed at what you feel for me. You hate how much you feel me so much you even hated yourself at a point, Tobias…”

She smiled painfully.

“You saved me from my pains and catastrophe, so even if you decide to take my life, I would never struggle, but I don’t want you to take it. I don’t want to die by your hands, cos you love me, and it’ll hurt. You love me, Tobias, you love me a lot. You love me enough to take a hit for me at the edge of a cliff….”

Tobias’s head rang suddenly, and his eyes shifted sharper and faster than the first one, then they widened.

The cliff….

The cliff….

The cliff….

The fall.

Vince.

The tarmac.

The fight.

The attack at the Oddsion. The kidnap of Seraphina and Saint.

Perez’s betrayal.

Everything realigned backwards to the first day he saw her walking down the aisle with Dean in her wedding gown. The day he began seeing her in his dreams.

That day.

He remembered everything from then till now, and tremble from nowhere invaded his flesh.

His hand fell from Seraphina’s throat, and his fingers began shaking too, eyes turning watery like hers.

His tears fell, and he instantly felt incurably sick from the inside.

“When you confessed to me, you said….” Seraphina sniffled hard. “Because i’ve felt you longer than I’ve allowed myself to admit. Since the day you walked down that aisle beside my brother. I looked at you, then deceived myself to look away like you were nothing but a breeze I thought if I didn’t stare too long, whatever I felt would die.”

She sniffled again before continuing….

“But it didn’t, it rooted itself inside me and poisoned everything. And you know the worst part?”

She sniffled for the third time, and when she opened her mouth to say the last part, he opened up too.

“You are poison, the kind a man drinks only once and spends the rest of his life craving.” They both chorused, and her tears increased, bathing her red neck and chest.

She covered her mouth with her palm, sniffling.

“Sera,” her name left his trembling lips like a delicate chant as his tears streamed down his jaws.

He reached for her face, held it softly like an egg and cradled the cheeks with his thumbs.

“I remember everything now, Sera. Forgive me, baby. I’m so fuckin sorry, Sera. Please,… please… please…”

“Please, baby. Please….”

TBC