Ununderstable lover's note.

The weather turned windy. The sunset spread a huge orange overcoat over the west. Not like it was dark yet, but huge clouds condensed above the city and blocked most of the sunlight. It was going to be dark soon. The paramedics set off to the hospital in Ambulances filled with traumatized patients. In a particular ambulance, a girl was getting her first aid.

She was a teenager. Her face looked ashen, her eyes shadow-sunken. She was silent, not responding to any test.

"Can you hear me?" The female paramedic asks politely. She was leaning on the edge holding a drip to her patient's wrist. "She needs therapy." She turns round and tells her companion, Diomedes.

It had been a tuff day for them. But most patients had got back to being strong and hale.

Sooner the ambulance arrives at St. Jude Hospital. The atmosphere is stiff. Three patients from different Ambulances are escorted in. One a traumatized girl, is led to the Physiotherapy, while the other two are rushed into the ICU.

*****

AN HOUR SIPPED by with no positive feedback from the ICU.

"Please do alert me when he regains consciousness." Inspector Joe Ken requests the doctor before leaving. He had waited patiently all the while hoping that the youth would wake up. He needed answers, he knew this young man would give him answers. He had to be patient, at least the doctors had confirmed that he would wake up anytime soon.

On the way out he bumps into the governor. Sure the defiled girl was the governors daughter, Sela Maeia.

"Inspector Joe" The governor calls out his name without adding anything more before dashing into the physiotherapy. He had no time to even extend an arm out for greetings. But that never bothered Joe

Inspector having stationed one of his men to look after the girl, needed not to get attached with the governor, left the hospital and drove away in his black fielder.

The case of Miami remained unsolved. The reason of attack mysterious. Joe's head buzzed with trails of concepts. It was all absurd. Yet it seemed interconnected. With the upcoming elections, and the DP vying for presidency, the governors daughter defiled...

'Hmmm.' He exhales softly as he stepped on the gas and accelerated toward his residence.

The traffic near outerring could be referred as jammed. Though it was late in the evening, around 9:30pm, no one seemed to be in a rush to anywhere. He carefully overtakes the bus at his front, driving round the roundabout before stepping on the highway to Westlands.

All this while, back at the hospital, the Governor was exploding.

"I want that scum dead!...NOW!"

His face was tomato red. He held onto his daughters hand as tears of anger dried in his pepper eyes. He didn't listen to the therapist who kept consoling him while trying to get him out of the room.

"You sending me out?" He raged at the man, the therapist. "This here is my daughter, and I'm going nowhere." He proclaimed his stance before the door opened and his wife hurried in.

"Please doctor, can we have some privacy?" Mrs. Governor requests. This here was now a family issue.

"Tell the guard outside to come in please." She lunged her last sentence at the back of the therapist who had obediently left.

"Mrs. Governor is really polite." He praised.

******

Are you not going to speak?" Katumo, the Governor asks his wife. She was silent all this while. The guard stood beside her. A gun tucked in his right side barely visible but easily redrawable. Katumo was uneasy, he knew his wife was a freak, anytime anything could be.

"Talk honey, its all gonna be ok, ok?" He soothed reaching out to hold her but she suddenly backs off.

"Tell your daughter!" She raged with anger pointing at the sleepy beauty. "Go on! Sooth her!" Her voice was domineering.

"You can't even take care of your daughter. All you think about is money, you spend all your time away from us. Now tell me, are you behind this?" Her question hit him hard on the face, he felt a sudden freeze in his heart, "What do do do you mean by this?" He stammered.

He tried to act cool but he couldn't stop from exposing his fear infront of his wife, his weakness.

As the say goes, her beauty is my weakness, he was vincible infront of his wife.

"Im not going to ask again. Yes or no." She left him no option.

"Can we talk later, like at home?"

"No! I want the answer now!" Mrs. Katumo ordered. "Yes or no." She asks in a cool husky voice.

The temperature warmed up, a bead of sweat formulated on his fore-head and dripped down like a splash on a windowpane. He rubbed his temple with sweaty figures as he thought. His eyes rolled and landed on the guard beside his wife.

"Stop staring at him.!" She blurts, "Im the one who wants the answer."

"Yes, I messed up this one time." He confessed with guilt.

He blamed himself. If he had listened to Prince Ge earlier, all this might not have happened. All blame was on himself.

"Why?" Mrs Katumo asked. The one fiery hot tiger now stared at her husband, but not with the raging eyes, but eyes full of remorse. Clotted,fogged by tears.

She had broke up. The guard stood unflinched, Mr. Katumo confused. The clocked ticked on the wall, a sob escaped from her throat.

"Mom?" A tremble voice transcended beyond the sob. Stealing the moment. All eyes and attention now drawn towards the source of the call.

She laid there. Like a brick. Her eyes now open but unblinking. On her left her mom and the guard while her father stood at the foot of the metallic bed, overseeing everything.

"Call the doctor!" Katumo sends the guard.

Maeia stared at her parents. She felt empty. But her eyes resembled those of her mother.

Woeful.

"Mom, I want to go home."

"Baby, we are going home." Mrs Katumo promises her daughter. She knew she had overheard the conversation earlier. Maeia nods slightly turning her head to the side facing her mom. They hugged each other before the doctor walked in followed by an officer.

"Maeia, please do as I instruct you." The doctor says as he checks on her.

After some simple tests, he confirms to the police officer that he may take lead.

"Im going to ask you some questions, please be honest with me. I want to help you out. My name is Jane." She makes a quick introductory before taking a notepad and pen in hand.