Chapter 22

Few days later.

"Hey, Eric, down! Down!"

He could hear the call. Twas familiar but he wasn't feeling it. He couldn't feel the need to do what the voice wanted him to. He felt like he wouldn't just be pushed into doing something in the first place and pushed outta it again. He wasn't a toy neither was he a video game.

He had heard a voice while he was in the room to go the balcony at the top of the roof where there was no border.

He was sure that that was Ishbelle's voice he had heard. He heard no power over it. And since he had just been all alone through the whiles, he felt like passing time.

He had been standing there since he could remember with his arms out stretched. But at that moment, his neighbor was telling and urging him to step off the ledge.

He regretted for the first time why he had built the balcony at the front of the house. If he hadn't, no one would had seen him.

And matter-of-factly, why didn't people love minding their businesses. They kinda seem to take delight in poking their heads into things they weren't called on for.

He was sure that that was their definition of love but he no longer wanted to hear that word.

"Don't do it, Eric! Go down!"

The voice came again. Eric was beginning to understand what those folks thought he was going to do.

They thought he was going to commit suicide? How dumb could they be? He was only doing what his lover wanted him to do.

He would have to speak to the husband and wife to mind their businesses whenever he was minding his.

He wouldn't possibly interfere when they were having private times, why would they choose to foil his?

He looked towards their bordered balcony. The husband was on phone already. Eric was sure that the man was calling the cops.

The wife was busy ordering him to come down. Not to do it.

Eric thought for a while if he really wanted to commit suicide, he would had done that indoor. Why would he had done it outside knowing fully well that people would come to his aid.

He believed that those who go out to commit suicide were jokers and not ready. They only wanted to make a headline or get the pity of the public.

He wasn't ready for that charade. He was stinkingly rich to nurse that trafficked thought.

He looked away from that woman.

He looked past the fence of the neighbor's house and saw a man standing in the street. He was waving his hands at him and was speaking inaudibly.

Eric was tired. He wasn't moved by whatever any of them were saying. He could feel the bounty breeze cuddling his consciousness.

He could just sleep at that spot but Ishbelle hasn't instructed him to sleep. She had only told him to stand there and spread his arms for her infinite hug.

He was being caressed by his lover. He was feeling hot from down, his erection was beginning to rise. He was imagining things, but the outer world could not see what he was seeing.

Then he began to hear the siren of the cops blaring. At once, the cops got to his gate but couldn't open it.

He only watched them speaking into the speaker.

"We understand you're in some illusion, but please step back."

He only kept watching as many people began to converge. A drone was sent to capture his face. He smiled at it.

He wanted to guess that he was already live.

Then amidst the crowd, he noticed Emma fighting her way to the gate but she was prevented by the cops.

"Sorry, Ishbelle, I'll be back."

He said and stepped off the ledge. He hurried down the stairs.

Emma had been nice to him, he wouldn't watch her trampled by those know-all.