FATIMA GOT READY THE next morning. She wore black pants that aren't tight so she can move around easily and she’s wearing a white t-shirt and a black jacket over it. She tied her hair back in a bun as she waited for a call or something on her phone. What’s bothersome is how they found the number. The police traced the call and they were telling the truth in which location they were.
Fatima nervously waited for another call as Grian sat next to her. “Are you really certain about this?” he asked in nervousness and she nodded. He sighed in worry, knowing he can’t really stop her from what she wanted to do. “I’ll come with you-“ He got cut off.
“Shut up, you just got shot,” she said, refusing his request and he gulped.
A few minutes later, the phone rang and after a few rings, that’s when she answered the call. She felt like she stopped breathing the moment she answered. She took a
“I’m surprised you came.” Everyone listening through the earpiece heard a man talking from a distance. It feels a bit unnerving even if they’re just listening to it go down. They can’t imagine how Fatima feels about this interaction.“Who are you?” They heard her ask loudly and a pause was heard.“The money?” They heard the man ask and Nikki worriedly looked at Grian.“What if they find the tracker?” she whispered but Philippe held her shoulder to calm her down. She took deep breaths as they listened again. “Exact amount, three hundred thousand dollars.” Her voice was firm and confident.While they were listening, they were interrupted by a knock on the door. The police scanned the man and asked Grian to look for who it was. He approached the door and looked outside and found William standing there,
EVERYONE IN THE HOUSE waited in anticipation. Grian and William reconciled when he realized that William had nothing to do with what was happening and he was just a victim as well. “You should rest, Grian,” Philippe reminded him but he ignored him. Phil sighed and sat down on the couch. “Fatima will hate it if you don’t,” he said, trying to bargain. “You rest, I’ll manage,” Grian responded and sighed. William opened the television and the news was all over every channel regarding the explosion and kidnapping. Their eyes widened in shock and fear. They just found out about the explosion right at this moment. No one informed them and now they sat there anxiously. “Oh my god,” Nikki said. “A few officers were injured from the explosion but the suspects and hostage were unharmed. They flee from the scene and the police are now tracking the fugitives down,” the news reporte
CHRISTOPHER DROVE FOR hours and finally reached where they’re keeping Fatima. He opened the small compartment in his car and grabbed the gun he kept there for emergency purposes. He took a deep breath before he got out of his car and followed some men inside as he sneaked in. What’s strange is there’s a lot of people here, are they in on it too, or are they just here because they’re just stopping by? He looked at the building and saw that it’s just a mere hotel. Is this just so they can lay low and keep Fatima from the public? Either way, he needs to find her fast. He looked around the place and noticed a suspicious guy walking to the elevator. He stared at him for a moment and watched the elevator close. He looked at which floor he’s going to and he immediately ran to find the stairs of the hotel to catch him there. Once he found the stairs, he started running up as fast as he could. He soon reached the second floor and he w
Fatima fell to the ground as the blood gushed out of her body. Gunshots were heard all around as Christopher ran to her body despite the officers telling him to stay put. He held her body as he tried stopping the blood. She was as pale as a ghost and she lost consciousness. His eyes widened in fear as he looked at her frail body. “Somebody help!” He screamed for help and carefully lifted Fatima and carried her behind the officers. The medical team immediately tends to the pair as they take Fatima away from him. All he could do was watch as she was being taken down to the first floor of the building. He followed behind them but the world seemed to stop for him as he stumbled inside the elevator while staring at her being carried by the medical team. They tried their best to stop her bleeding from getting worse. Once they were down, Christopher and Fatima were surrounded by guards to stop anyone from approaching them as they we
THREE WHOLE WEEKS LATER, Fatima still hasn’t woken up from her coma. They’re worried for the worst but the bullet wound seems to be recovering at a fast pace. Thank god the doctors were able to prevent the bullet from piercing further. If her mother shot her a little bit more to the lower left, she would’ve shot her daughter in the heart, making it close to impossible to save her life.“You should head home, Grian.” He looked up and saw Christopher standing behind him. Grian looks tired and seems to not have slept for the past three days. Worry consumes him.Fatima will be transferred to the hospital near Christopher’s company. It is best to do so since this hospital is too far away. The only problem is the media, they won’t leave them alone. Everyone wants updates on what happened, what will happen, and any other possibilities. They are also alarmed about the people who did this because their children might be targ
AS THE DAY PASSED, the media is still focused on them and is demanding for updates regarding the situation. While Fatima is recovering, everyone else is dealing with the media and answering their questions, and debunking some. Of course, Nikki and her brothers stayed in the hospital with her. She tried telling them to rest but they wouldn’t. They kept persisting to stay even if they needed to get some sleep.“Where’s the phone Grian gave me?” Fatima asked, realizing she doesn’t have it. Philippe looked around the room and saw a bag saying ‘Belongings’ that Grian brought to the hospital and took a look inside and found her phone. He grabbed it and handed it to her with squinted eyes.“What?” Fatima asked and he shrugged.“What’s with you and him?” he asked as if accusing her of something. Her eyes widened and she laughed awkwardly. “
WHILE FATIMA WAS RECOVERING, she starts to wonder what her mother meant when they were in the hotel room. She was talking about her father's accident, but why? How is Christopher involved in it too? Nothing is making sense and she doesn't know if she should take her mother's words for real. What happened that day that she has no idea of? This is making her go crazy. She sighed heavily and continued staring at the ceiling, the only thing she can see at this point. It feels like an eternity, she's been in this hospital for almost like a decade in her head. "What's on your mind, hmm?" She turned and looked to the side and saw Grian standing there with flowers in his hand. She eyed him before looking back at the ceiling. "Nothing..." she mumbled and he smiled. He stepped forward and showed her the flowers. "For you-" "I'm allergic to flowers," she stated and he blinked a c
AFTER HIS FEELINGS WERE broadcast live on television, Fatima felt like disappearing from Earth. Now that the whole world knows and she’s for a certain she didn’t mishear him, it basically makes her feel like exploding like a grenade. She still can’t believe it, he likes her.. again. After so many years. Did he even get over her in the first place or what?Grian’s mother burst into the room and asked, “Are you two dating now or what?” Fatima looked over at the door and her eyes widened in shock and embarrassment.“What?!” she shouted and turned her face away.“Why are you here, mom?” Grian asked with a sigh.“I heard the news. LITERALLY the news. How can I not go here?” she added.AT THE MANSION, BOTH Christopher and his mother heard the news. One was delighted and the other was n