Chapter 7

When I got home from school on Friday, I met my mum drinking and smoking. She was showing a sign of smoldering, which made me wonder what she was up to at that moment.

"I want you to get the fuck !out of my house!" she said with a shabby voice.

"Wow! I was expecting you to say this a long time ago" I said with a throaty voice.

"You this useless thing! because of you !my husband is dead!" she said angrily, looking at me with so much hate.

"How did I kill my father? we all know he died in a plane crash"

"No! You killed the love of my life!. Your father was trying to make it to your birthday. All because you were crying, saying you wanted him to be there"

"That was because I was a child and I wanted my dad to celebrates my 15th birthday as he promised me"

"Shut up !you this forbidden fruit!"

"Why blame me for this?. It's not my fault he died!. I hate you!. You're a disgrace to womanhood!. You're a shameless woman!. You never !treated me with love and care. I fed you and pay for my school fees. Do you even know how I get my money? Now you're chasing me out of the house. I'm gonna leave you okay? But don't you ever! blame me for my father's death" I said while I cried bitterly.

"Get the fuck! out of my house!"

"Let hope karma slaps you in the face before I do," I said while I went to my room to pack my things. I called Mickey and told him about this. I drove to his house and I was allowed in by his bodyguards. Mickey opened the door and hugged me. I cried my eyes out. He led me to his bedroom and I told him everything about me.

"It's okay baby, I'm here now," he said while he tried to comfort me and I slept off in his arms.

The next morning I woke up on an empty bed, Mickey wasn't beside me. I walked downstairs, I heard some noise coming from the kitchen. I went to the kitchen to check who it was and I found him there cooking. "Good morning baby, how was your night?" He asked

"It was great," I said

"How are you feeling?" he asked

"I feel much better honey. What are you cooking?" I asked.

"Am making pancake"

"Yippee!"

He chuckled slightly while he dished my food.

"Yummy! It's so delicious"

"You can say that again," he said with a smirk on his face"

"I'm going to our working place after eating I want you to stay here, okay?"

"Why? let me follow you"

"No! you can't its gonna be bloody in there today"

"What do you mean?"

"It's nothing just stay here," he said while I rolled my eyes at him.

"You know I hate you rolling your eyes at me. You're lucky I'm running late"

"Whatever!, When you come back I want you to give me all of you," I said with a grin

He gave me a dirty smile and left.

After eating I went to clean up. I watch TV and put it on my favorite TV show. I watch until I slept off and when I woke up Mickey wasn't yet back. I was kinda worried. I prepared dinner and waited patiently for him. I heard some noise at the door before I knew it they brought in Mickey and he was bleeding. I screamed out and started crying, I tried assisting them.

"What the fuck! happened to him!" I asked

"He was shot by some unknown people. We got attacked on our way back home"

"Oh my God!"

I held him close to my chest, trying to stop the bleeding.

"What the fuck! are you waiting for! call the damn !doctor!"

"We just did, he is on his way"

"Mickey! Mickey! Please don't leave me!"

Then he slightly opened his eyes and smiled at me.

"Hey, baby!"

"Please stay with me, you can do this. You are strong. I love you so much baby" I said even though that was the first time I ever told him that.

"Am not leaving, I love you too baby"

He started losing it. He was getting weak and he wasn't stable. His eyes were getting close to death

"Mickey! don't do this to me, please!. Call the damn doctor! We are losing him!" I cried out.

Few minutes the doctor rushed in. Trying to treat him as fast as possible. He tried stopping the bleeding and gave him a pain killer before removing the bullet and doing the stitches. We left him to rest but he hasn't opened his eyes yet. I taught I was gonna lose him because he stopped breathing when they started stitching his wound. I prayed to God and he was able to make it. Now he was resting but haven't opened his eyes.

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