In a poignant narrative of love, longing, and the tumultuous journey of self-discovery, meet Serwaa a young woman whose pursuit of a brighter future leads her down a path of regret, heartache, and unexpected twists. After turning down a marriage pro...
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"What are you doing with my phone?" My heart froze the moment I heard Khalil's voice echoing from behind. My hand trembled with fear as I dropped the phone. Is this the end? My subconscious mind questioned, he moved closer. "Are you better now?" He asked, and I remained as quiet as possible.
God please help me, this one time, just this one time. I closed my eyes dreading what he was about to do next. Without yelling or hitting me, he placed his hand on my forehead as if he cared about my well-being. "Have you been acting sick all these while?" He questioned. "So you are the one who has been taking care of that man right? and there I was thinking that you were still unconscious. I was worried about you Serwaa, but again you made a fool out of me."
"How dare you!" He shouted, and instantly my body became cold. He clutched my arm yanking me from his room. "Who is this man?" He asked, and my heart grew faster by the minute. Sweat tainting my eyelids making it quite difficult for me to see. "Why would you be so nice to someone you barely know? You have always made me feel like shit, yet I treated you really well."
Treated me really well? Is he drunk? I didn't answer his questions and that irritated him more. He pushed me against the wall so hard, and even though it did hurt, I refused to let it show.
"She's kind to him because that's the man she wouldn't let me have." Bianca explained panting breathlessly. James tugged her into the room like a prisoner. Her hands tied behind her back, and her pretty face dressed with bruises. Did she fight with James?
"Why did you tell James to kidnap me?" She asked, shouting at Khalil. Kidnap? James kidnapped her? Aren't they friends? She fought her way out of those ropes, but the more she tried the more she failed. Did James do that to her face?
"Here..." Khalil said pushing me towards James. "Tie her up too, and put them in the truck."
"What the hell is going on, I demand answers you idiots?" Bianca yelled kicking her legs into the air. She looked at their faces pitifully after trying so hard to free herself. The rope was so tight her skin started growing pale. "What do you mean by put both of us in a truck. What truck and to where, are you crazy?"
"Ugh I am tired of your nagging, James hurry." Khalil snapped.
"Where are you taking them to, and.... you..." Henry said badging into the room. He looked mad, he ran up to me in such a scary way. "Did you call Layla? And wait... how did you get so well suddenly?"
Layla? What was wrong with him? What had come over him? "Answer my question Serwaa, why did you call Layla?" He asked again, only this time, he seemed a bit calm, he placed his hand on my shoulder, and I quickly moved away from him. I stood closer to Khalil just incase, Better the devil you know than the one you don't.
"Where are you taking them to?" Henry questioned. Khalil simply laughed and winked at James. I was sure that meant something, but I hoped it wasn't what I was thinking. Plus I didn't call Layla so what the heck was Henry blabbing about?
