All Chapters of RESCUED BY THE DON'S BROTHER: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

"So you are now free!" The reporter says:"I am. We are." I say the lights of uncountable cameras flashing at us."I'm glad. Perhaps you could tell us what happened to the latter? Is he behind bars? What becomes of him after all those horrible crimes he committed, and will you be satisfied with any punishment the law will endorse for this guy?" The reporter asks."Ahh. He is in the hands of the authorities, and I have full faith and confidence that they will give him a justifiable penalty." I respond. Straight to the point."Mmh. What would be your judgment if you were the judge of his crimes? I mean, not just as a witness to his evil doings but also a victim of him." Well, I already judged him and passed on my punishment and judgment to him. I was given that privilege. Nevertheless, the public should not know this. For the sake of everyone, it is better that the public doesn't know that I actually killed Ejay. This way, we will protect the image of the police force, and people will n

Damn it!This was not us before. It kills me to see us this way. But since I don't know what his problem is, I will just swim in this heart-wrecking mood and hope that things will cool down eventually. I serve the breakfast, which we take in utter silence like two strangers who haven't been introduced to each other. Like two mute strangers, because I believe that a stranger with the ability to speak would have at least aired even just a ‘thank you for the breakfast’. But not this one. It is like my efforts mean absolutely nothing to him.I clean the dishes like good wife material and walk to get to my room. My room is in his house. I don't spot him anywhere as I walk upstairs, and I figure out he has locked himself in the study or his bedroom to avoid me. I am now a plaque or a calamity, that he wants to avoid. I toss everything in my suitcases without caring to fold anything, leaving only jeans, a tee, and the sports shoes I'll be wearing.I take a towel and walk to the shower. I wou

"Aah.. Mr? Drop me here, please." I say this to the cab driver."But, miss, you said you were heading to Ngara." He states, And men, I know what I said, but I can decide otherwise, right? I feel like snapping at him, but I keep my cool."Yes. But I have changed my mind about going straight home." I say as he pulls over at the Gevangee Gardens on the outskirts of Nairobi CBD. I hand him a note as my payment and walk out without caring for the change.The Gevangee Gardens are a small, public chilling place. It has nothing as decoration but beautiful yellow flowers that look so bloody on a chilly evening like this one. No activity takes place here. Like I said, it's a chilling place, and so I drag my feet inside it, forcing a smile on people who recognize me. They are too many for my liking, though, because I'm in no mood for anything.How can I help when my sister is taking my boyfriend away from me? Crap! My boyfriend, huh? Talking of boyfriends, I didn't know this garden was a romance

I walk into the familiar room with a plate of food and drop it on the table like I have been doing for the last couple of days. My sister's condition is deteriorating day by day. I thought she was acting up all along, but now this thing is taking a toll on her. Ever since our last fight, she has refused to come out of her room. She hasn't eaten anything for three days now, despite my constant pleas. I prefer the time she used to snap or yell at anyone, however uncouth that was. Now she doesn't talk to anyone. All she does is stare at empty spaces. She is always lost in her own world. She is not okay, and I am deeply worried.Partly, I take the blame for her condition. I was too harsh on her the last time. Maybe it's all my fault. If I hadn't uttered all those hurtful things to her, she would not be like this. If only I controlled my emotions, my anger, and my frustrations, nothing like this would have happened. The plate of food I left for her yesterday is still full and still sitting

"Hello, ma'am Gia! How are you? Is there a problem?" The specialist speaks from the other end."Ah, yes. Hi, doc! Can you come to the house right now? I have an urgent situation." I say."Sure. I'll just finish with the patient I am attending to, then I will head over there. Is that alright, or is it so urgent? I can send one of my colleagues there right now." She adds."No, doc. I'll wait for you." I say."Okay. I'll make it there in an hour." He says."That's alright. Thank you." I end the call and stare out of the window.I feel bad enough to even look at her. I hate to see her feeling so defeated. I hate the fact that I have failed to help her without having to result in this. I hate that I had to result in this: "Sorry!"Echoes of pulley silence fill the room!Am I dreaming?Where did that faint voice come from? In this room, and behind me? It's only the two of us here, and she is not talking. She hasn't spoken a word in almost three weeks now. Is she... "I am sorry, sissy. Pleas