*Sola*
Caroline turned to me and smiled wickedly. I gulped as she took in my situation. I knew what she would do next.
"You bitch! You killed Clara!" I screamed at her.
She laughed lightly and edged closer to me a bit.
"Relax, Sola. She'll probably just loose her legs. That will teach her never to betray her partner next time."
She stalked to where Justin was. "Now, it's time for him to jump downstairs too." she said with a cynical tone and picked him up.
"He's such a sleeper. I guess the pill worked too well."
"No! No, please drop my son! Please I beg you! Just.. Kill me! But please... Let him go! " I screamed as she carried my son and walked towards th
*Alex* I'm sorry... She passed away over the night....My head kept twirling around. It was like I was in a dream state. I was in denial. It couldn't end this way. No.... She can't be gone. "Alex.. Calm down.." Kene's distant voice wavered through my ears. I shook my head in denial. I couldn't accept it. I couldn't accept that Sola was.. No! Don't say it!. "Alex.. Listen to the doctor first..." Amina said on my other hand, her eyes were teary, but she didn't look like someone that had just lost her friend. I shook my head in pity. She probably also didn't believe that Sola was truly dead. She was gone. "Amina... Sola.. She's..." I whimpered. Unable to finish my sentence. The doctor was still standing there, watching the scene that was unfolding. Kene grabbed my shoulders from
*Sola* "What..." I trailed off. Aunty Elizabeth's face broke as she began to sob. I pulled her in, trying to comfort her. I couldn't stand seeing her in pain and grief like this. "Uncle Paul.... Why is she crying like this? What's wrong Aunty Liz?" I asked in a confused voice as she kept crying and trembling in my arms. I patted and rubbed her back. My own tears were resurfacing again. Ooooh, please stop this! I didn't want to cry again."Take this," Aunty Liz handed over a rough paper to me. "Clara wrote a letter. And it's specifically for only you to read. Take it." I collected the paper reluctantly. Where was Clara for goodness sake! Was she in prison? What's wrong? I opened the paper. My breath caught as I scanned Clara's writing. That beautiful straight writing. Just perfect. Like Clara. I began to read.
Epilogue Three months later...*Sola* "Sola! Sola! Stand still! You'll ruin your million-dollar dress!" Amina snapped at me, She was glaring at me with a menacing gleam. "Look, I'm sorry! I'm just so...so Nervous. I can't stop shaking!" I mumbled, staring at my reflection in the mirror frantically. My eyes stayed on my middle section. I was staring at my almost-visible baby bump. Thanks to the stylist Alex had flown into the country from London, the big white wedding dress was fitted perfectly to my body, yet it managed to successfully conceal my rising bump. Five months."Ami, Don't you think... I'm getting married too early? I mean.. I know I'm pregnant already.. But..""Are you on drugs?" She asked with a dead panned expression. I bit my lower
SECOND EPILOGUE Four months later... My water just broke. I was behind the desk, sitting close to my husband in his office. We were in the middle of an interview with one of the investors of my newly opened company, SHADE COSMETICS AND CLOTHING BRAND. I dedicated the name to my late mother, as I've always wished to. Alex had been so supportive for the past few months as he made sure my dreams were made to reality. We were still deliberating on the location and brand style with our investors when I noticed the moisture between my legs. I was very confused at first because I didn't feel any pain.Then I felt it happen. It wasn't really painful, it was more like an urge to use the toilet. But I knew what it was. The baby is coming!. "Um.... Ale
*Third pov*Sitting close to the clean, serene pool with the beautiful blue looking waters, Sola hardly realized that she was lost in her own thoughts and memories.She scarcely noticed the clapping of the waves caused by the chilly wind on a quiet Sunday in September 2016. She absentmindedly sighed as she felt the chill climb all the way up her soft, clear skin.Sola was trying so desperately hard to conjure up memories of how her life had been before she'd tragically lost her parents, but she realized she could hardly come up with anything.She didn't know if she was supposed to feel happy or sad about that discovery. That she was finally losing painful memories that made her cry to sleep on her small bunk bed almost
*Third pov*The loud bang on the iron door woke Sola up, startled. Clara must have arrived. She thought. Clara was a very impulsive young lady and she did things without considering the consequences.Sola remembered how heartbroken Clara had been when a boyfriend of hers, Gideon, who she hadn't even been faithful to, had decided to break off their relationship.Sola had had to put up with Clara's abnormally rude behavior just because she had been dumped by her boyfriend. But eventually Clara had overcame the dark times of her life and Sola didn't want Clara making the same mistakes over and over again.She got up and quickly and straightened the bed before leaving the room. She got to the parlour to meet Clara sitting wide-legged on the sofa, counting the cash in her hands with ridiculous seriousness.
*sola* (pov)I woke up with a jolt. My forehead was beaded with thick sweat that was trickling down my damp face. I rubbed the back of my palm over my forehead to ease the headache that was already forming because of the nightmare I just woke up from.I was a bit shocked. I usually had pleasant dreams of when my parents were still alive and when we were always happy, going to the market with my mother and coming back home to arrange and plan the type of pranks we would play on my father.But, tonight was different. I glanced at the clock on the opposite wall. 2:20AM it read.I cleaned my forehead again, with my arm. I hadn't had a nightmare in
'tonight I might fall in love,..Depending on how you hold me...I'm glad that I'm coming down..Don let no one come control me..Keep dancing and call it love..She fighting but falling slowly..If ever you are in doubt, remember what mama told me..Brown skin girl...Your skin just like pearls...The best thing in the world...I'll never trade you for anybody else...Brown skin gir–—'My singing was interrupted by the loud bang on the door. I was sure it was Clara. My troublesome best friend.I unplugged my headphones and left the kitchen where I'd been making dinner while listening to music to pass