LOGINCHAPTER TWO
I slowly opened my eyes in an unknown room, I was feeling so blank as I tried to take in my surroundings,when it occurred to me that I was in an hospital room. memories flooded back _ being released from prison today after two years, the car, the figure, the eyes and him calling my name.
“Who was that? It can’t be Eric, he was announced dead two years ago..but, what if ?””
“Ahh” i winced as I tried to sit up, but a sharp pain shot through my head. It felt as if my head was going to pull off at that moment.
“Miss,” a nurse said, as she gently helped me to sit up. “Miss cami, you need rest”.
I nodded my head, as she handed the medication and glass of water to me.
“Who…saved me?” I asked, my voice hoarse.
“He’s in another ward receiving treatment, he sprained his ankle” she replied and guilt filled me.
Why do I keep causing pain to people around me?..” I whispered to myself.
The nurse helped me relax my back on the bed before leaving. Few moments later, a doctor walked in.
“Miss smith you’re lucky, you didn’t get any injuries..all you need is enough rest,
Seems you haven’t been getting that” he said with a little smile on his face.
“Thank you doctor, can I go and see the guy who helped me now?” I asked with pleading eyes.
“You’ll see him once you’re done resting, for now, take a nap” he replied with a smile before leaving me alone in the room. Leaving me to wander alone in my thoughts.
Staring at the ceiling, my mind drifted back to the incident that just happened,
If he hadn’t come to save me, I would’ve been dead now right?… would it have been better?..leaving this world?” I thought.
My thoughts were interrupted by a faint knock on the door.
“Come in”, I said, expecting the doctor or nurse, but to my surprise it was my sister, Lucia. Standing at the door with tears streaming down her eyes,despite that, her beauty still stood firm. Lucia’s beauty is definitely one to behold, with her smooth skin,almond eyes,thick-full brows,pointed nose and an apple shaped lips.her hair has grown two times longer than when I last saw her, and it clicked “ how time flies”
Lucia has always been everyone’s favorite, because of her beauty and angelic personality, but most Importantly _ she has always been my little fairy.
Staring at her now, I felt a mixture of anger, sadness and confusion. “Why was she here now?”
“Sister….” Her voice drew me back to reality as she engage me in a bone cracking hug crying.
“I’m sorry…I’m so sorry” she said amidst tears. I remained calm and let her be.
She stood still,staring at me for a moment, with guilt written all over her.
“Why are you here?” I asked the only question I had in mind.
“Dad wants me to bring you back home, the family misses you” she replied.
“Wow!…I’m glad that my presence matters after two years, is he ready to be called the father to a murderer now?” I asked, a dark chuckle escaping my lips.
“C’mon camellia, we’re family and dad said he has forgiven you…they are all in the past now” she replied and that was all I needed to break down.
“Family?…what’s family?..tell me your so-called definition of “family”..tell me Lucia,
tell me you fool!..you had the guts to show up here after two years and try to lecture me?..huh?” My voice cracked as tears streamed down my face.
“A man who said he can never be the father of a murderer?..a man who threw me out without a second thought when I needed him the most?…is back to take me back in, like I’m some piece of toy he’d just toss around with” I continued with a dark chuckle plastered on my lips.
“Y’all abandoned me when I needed y’all the most, and I’m going to do same to everyone of you. Henceforth , I’m no longer a part of your family, I’m now an “orphan”.
“Get out!” I yelled, as all I could feel at this moment were nothing but pain and betrayal.
Lucia’s eyes swelled up with tears as she made to reach out for my hand, seeing that, I gave her a light push.
“Don’t touch me” I warned strictly.
“Camellia, please you need to have a rethink” Lucia
“I said out!” I screamed out in pure pains.
“How about mum?..ain’t you going to see her one more time?” She asked, her hands trembling.
“She’s not good enough to be called my mother” I replied simply.
“Now, out!” I yelled,as i turned aggressive,throwing out the things I could lay my hands on. This had freightened her to she screw off, leaving me alone in the room.
“Ahh”…I let out a cry as I felt my head banging really hard, the room suddenly became spining and voices began playing in my head.
I was In so much pain,as tears slipped out of my eyes. I held my head so tight as the voices began.
“You’ll pay for this,I promise you”
“She killed him..she killed him”
“ I’ll haunt you, till you die”
“ I warned you to stay away from that guy….YOU MURDERER.
My dad’s statement was the last I heard before slipping into a deep sleep. I felt myself drowning in a deep sea, as I started gasping for air.
Suddenly,the machine started beeping and the nurse rushed in shouting.
“Miss smith…miss smith”
And darkness took over again.
“You what?” his father finally asked, voice low, stunned more than angry.“I said I want to be a police officer,” Williams repeated quietly, his eyes steady, his heartbeat anything but.For a few seconds, neither of them spoke.The rain kept falling, soft against the window.Mr. Wyatt leaned back in his chair, exhaling slowly. “You know…” he said, a weary smile ghosting across his face, “for years, that was all I wanted…. for you to wear that uniform. To follow the same path I did.”Williams blinked. “So… you’re not angry?”“Angry?” His father chuckled, but it sounded sad. “No, son. Just surprised. Because I remember the night you said you’d never be like me. You said music was your home, not the system.”Williams lowered his gaze. “Things changed.”“Changed, or someone changed them?” Mr. Wyatt asked gently.Williams didn’t answer.Mr. Wyatt stood and came around the desk, stopping beside him. “Listen, son… I know I pushed that dream on you for too long. But I meant it when I said I w
The next day]The rain hadn’t stopped since morning.It fell in steady sheets, a rhythm he used to hum along to, a rhythm that once became songs. Now, it just sounded like everything he’d lost.Williams sat on the edge of his bed, elbows on his knees, head bowed.The room was dim. Dust clung to the corners. Posters of singers he had idolized stared down at him, silent witnesses to a boy who once believed music could fix the world.He remembered the first time he sang for someone who mattered. His mother had stood in the doorway, arms folded, that quiet smile that always made him feel alive.“You sound just like me,” she had said. “ I used to sing like that….from the heart…. But don’t worry son, I’m rooting hard for you. You’re going to become the biggest artist soon.”Her voice echoed in his memory now, soft and fragile, carrying a warmth that the world had slowly stolen away.He traced the edge of the desk absentmindedly. His guitar lay untouched in the corner, strings gathering dust
Chapter 30That night, Camellia couldn’t sleep. She sat by the window, knees pulled to her chest, staring into the darkness.Something was wrong… she could feel it. Williams’ silence wasn’t just mood. It was distance.For a moment, she thought about calling him.Then decided against it. If he wanted to talk, he would.Her phone buzzed. A message from Liam:“Hey Cami… hope you got home safe… take care and see you tomorrow.”Camellia exhaled. “I need sleep,” she muttered.Williams stood outside his father’s study. The lights were still on, the door slightly open. He hesitated before stepping in.“Williams,” his father greeted, looking up from a stack of papers. “Still up?”“Yeah,” he muttered, eyes scanning the desk until they stopped on a stack of forms…. police academy applications but he couldn’t find that one file….Camellia’s file. “Not your kind of dream, huh?” Mr. Wyatt asked, a half smile on his face.Williams didn’t answer. He only stared.“Take one. Maybe you’ll need it someda
The apartment was quiet when Williams got home.Too quiet.His father’s shoes weren’t by the door, his jacket wasn’t on the hanger. The faint hum of the fridge was the only thing that answered him.He stood there for a moment, the leather folder still in his hand….. the same one Cole had dropped earlier, heavy with names and secrets.He told himself to wait.To leave it alone.To respect boundaries.But curiosity was a disease….. and tonight, it itched under his skin.The name “Camellia” ringed a bell in his head.He sat on the edge of his bed, unbuckled the clasp, and flipped the folder open.The first thing he saw wasn’t a report.It was a face.Camellia’s passport photo stared back at him….. the same eyes, the same quiet defiance that had pulled him in since the first day they met.The world stilled.For a heartbeat, he couldn’t breathe.What the hell…? Her name was printed neatly beneath the picture: Camellia Smith. He flipped through the pages….. arrest records, missing files,
The next few days passed like a quiet song… the kind that lingers long after it ends.Camellia laughed more now. Not much, but enough for Amy to notice.Enough for Williams to want to see it again.They met more often….. sometimes with Amy tagging along, sometimes not. It became a habit neither of them wanted to break. And her bond with Miss Clara grew stronger, too. Clara checked in often, sent her little messages, and sometimes pictures of her son, Liam.One evening, Williams found himself at the café where Camellia had asked him to meet her. The place was nearly empty…. just the soft hum of a refrigerator and a faint jazz tune spilling from an old speaker.Camellia sat near the window, her hair tucked loosely behind her ear. When she saw him, her face lit with that quiet surprise that always melted him.“You’re early,” she teased lightly.“I can’t keep you waiting,” he said, sliding into the chair across from her.She smiled faintly, shaking her head as she reached for her mug. “Yo
Hours later, Williams pulled up at Camellia’s apartment.She had finally agreed to go to the café with him, and he was more than excited to spend time with her. Even though she didn’t say much, he was grateful she was gradually opening up to him…. no matter how little.Inside, Camellia was already dressed and waiting for Amy. She felt lighter today and decided to wear the blue dress Amy had bought her. Her hair was styled neatly. Standing before the mirror, she studied her reflection.It had been a long time since she looked this good.“I guess Miss Clara was right after all,” she murmured.“Amy, are you done?” she called.“Few minutes more, please,” Amy replied from the bathroom.“Come on…” Camellia sighed, sitting on the bed.A few minutes later, Amy stepped out….gorgeous as ever.“Wow,” Camellia breathed, “you look so good.”“Thanks, bae,” Amy said with a grin, and together they rushed out.Outside, Williams stood waiting, dressed simply in a white shirt and light denim jeans, sle







