Caught in the moment Ch. 2 Ep. 11
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Caught in the moment Ch. 2 Ep. 11

By abfictionstories   2nd Aug 2018
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"What is it?" Jeremy asked. It seemed he noticed my reaction. I waved it off immediately and tried my possible best to act normal. He hugged me and breathed a sigh of relief.

"I was so happy when he explained everything. I couldn't bear the thought of him having you.” He said.

I couldn't sleep that night. I got up from bed and went to Madam Clara. I sat by her side. I didn't know when a tear escaped from my eyes; I quickly cleaned it off. I couldn't tell if she was sleeping or not. I moved closer to check her pulse countless times till the sun rose above the horizon.

I barely slept; what could possibly have gone wrong? How in the world could I deny myself of this pleasant gift called sleep, for someone who isn’t even bothered if I was hurt or not.

I decided to take a stroll after I made sure Madam Clara had eaten a well balanced diet and had taken her bath as well. The maid assigned to take care of her was most grateful for the help I offered, but I felt she wouldn't take better care of her like I would.

I met Vodka on my out; it’s really been a while since we last saw each other. I wasn’t in the mood for our usual elephant tackles this time around. I attempted to walk past her but she drew my attention to something urgent;

“I hope you are prepared for the competition?” she asked. “It starts next week.”

Huh? Next week? I thought it was put on hold for now.

“I can't wait to see that look on your face when you finally loose.”

I ignored; I just wasn’t in the mood for her. I felt cold winds blowing all over my body; the weather offered enough sunlight to keep me warm, but my heart was very cold.

On my return to Madam Clara’s flat, I asked, “Jeremy, is the competition coming off next week?”

He was already there with flowers in his hands. He nodded in response to my question and whispered into my ears;

“Mum insisted that it continues; I couldn’t stop her.”

David entered with Joanne. He ignored me and went straight to Madam Clara. Joanne on the other hand gave me a hug as usual. I was too hurt to offer a genuine smile, but I managed to feign one.

“Bukky, our promised ladies gist!” Joanne said.

I made that flaunting excuse again. I spied on David to see if he would at least give me a glance; he didn’t. I couldn't bear this anymore.

Later that night, I went to his office just when he was about to leave.

“You are getting married next month, aren’t you?” Was I supposed to greet first? Anyway, I had to voice out what was on my mind.

He nodded his head in the affirmative. A tear dropped from my eyes.

“So what am I to you... a puppet? Huh! David, answer me!”

“Bukky, I love you.”

He got me yet again.

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