Diego’s POVThe noise made my ears hurt. It was subtle, yet it sent waves to my ear. Fernando kept hitting the racket against the tennis ball for half a second. I needed to keep my head straight. Would have stayed back in my room, but that would have only made things worse. I hate being cooped up in a space all in the name of not feeling good. Which was why i didn’t turn down Fernando’s request to come play tennis at the house. He is either bored or has something to talk to me about. “Wow! That was breathtaking.” Fernando panted while waving at his playing partner. I expected him to ask me why i didn’t join in. Instead, he just grabbed a bottle of water, chugged it down his throat and sat next to me. We sat in silence for a few minutes before he readjusted himself and spoke. “I hear you ordered a new batch of pills.” He said in a reserved tone. I felt a painful tug in my spine. Gulped hard as it trickled slowly through every bone in my vein. I don’t know why the pills aren’t here
Kamara’s POVMy throat itches badly. I had finished the content of the jug by my bed stand. Lately, I have been consuming a lot of water. When I told the doctor during my checkup, he assured me it was fine. But to an extent, I am bothered by it as I have to leave the room to get more water before the day breaks. Clearing my throat lightly, I picked up the jug and headed to the kitchen. If not for the nurse and help, the house would have felt haunted. Since Nana traveled two weeks ago, I have only seen Diego twice. I should have known his sudden niceness was all an attempt to make me keep my mouth shut and not tell his grandmother what he had been up to. It’s not as if I would have bothered myself anyway. I am reaching my limit as it is with this pregnancy. Can’t wait to be done with it. Lately, i only have a few hours to get to work before exhaustion and leg cramps set in. I am weighing more than usual because food is all i consume. I can’t seem to pass up on anything. As long as it
Kamara’s POV“Here you go.” Diego handed me a berry bliss-filled smoothie cup. I received it with my nose scrunched up in suspicion. “I didn’t poison it.” He said as if reading my mind. Sniffing, I took a long sip. Trying not to moan in satisfaction. It tastes so good. After all the injections and tests, I do feel entitled to some berry blast. We entered the car and he drove onto the street. I was beyond shocked when he insisted on following me to my doctor’s appointments. I am almost six months into my pregnancy, and aside the early days of me being pregnant, Diego hasn’t followed me to the hospital. Nana was always doing that. He must have been instructed by her to do so. The man I know wouldn’t have thought it essential to act on his own. “The doctor says you and the baby are in good health. I can’t believe it’s a boy.” He uttered, smiling lightly. Wow! Diego is having light conversations? Did he hit his head? Since I wasn’t sure how to respond, I kept mute. To my surprise, he k
Diego’s POVThe morning sun burned my eyes as I opened them slowly. My body ached like I had a fever. It’s been a while since I felt like that. My memory was a bit blurry as I glanced around the room, trying to figure out why I was still in my work clothes. Rubbing my face, I jumped back at the full, long, dark hair that splashed over the sheet. It took me a second to realize it was Kamara. She was seated on the side of the bed, must have fallen asleep while looking after me. Coughing lightly, I flipped her hair from her face, and there it was, innocent and beautiful. Sleeping peacefully. Who would have thought she could emit this sort of aura, considering how she is always ready to go toe to toe with me? She stirred a little, causing me to jump back. Last night had been hectic, I didn’t even know when I fell asleep. Despite Kamara’s condition, she still got me to my room in one piece without falling on each other. Oh my goodness! Her condition. Cursing at my forgetfulness. I tried
Diego’s POV“Welcome, Sir Diego.” The nurse greeted her as she stepped out of the kitchen. I grunted in response, just as she was about to leave i asked. “Where is Kamara?” Her face turned ashen out of nowhere. The words came out in a stutter. “I promise you sir, i tried to stop her. But she hardly listens to me when it comes to her work. She is in the working room making clothes. Has been actively busy for the past one week now.”Exhaling slowly, i tugged at my ear lightly. I have been away for over a week now, it’s no surprise that Kamara already moved on to doing what she knows best ignoring all of my instructions. “Has she been keeping to her diets and medications?” The nurse bobbed her head so quickly, i fear it would roll off the neck. “Yes, sir. She has kept to it without any complaint.” “That’s good enough. We can’t exactly stop her from doing her job.” I mumbled, surprising myself. “You can go.”“Yes, sir.” She muttered, hurrying off. I probably would be mad hearing that
Kamara “This makes no sense, and I am disappointed.” Chantelle sucked her teeth, slurping on her milkshake with a frown. Meeting with my dad after the first confrontation I had with both parents in Diego had meddled in made me feel hopeful. I thought he was meeting to tell me that he understood why I would make such a decision, and also to apologize for putting me through so much trouble. In my head, I had envisioned us crying in each other’s arms. Embrace ourselves, and he reassures me that he has got my back. But I was wrong. He had come once again to judge and condemn me. The pain I have had to endure because of my family in the past few months is immeasurable. Didn’t realize I was just wasting my life. There is Ciara, who is living a double life and is unbothered about anyone. I blame myself for being so considerate. To make matters worse, that dumb Diego keeps poking my fresh scar. Reminding me of my woeful decisions. I don’t know how long I can take the pressure. I have consi