CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Muhammad's POV

Monday the 19th of August.

"Am up?" I said as I jerked up and out of my bed, I rubbed my hands over my face as I switched off the alarm simultaneously. "Another Monday to survive through again" I uttered as I walked to my bathroom to get ready for another stress-filled but wonderful day.

Time had its mission as it did not wait for anyone and was running as if it had something else to do tomorrow or so, I was already late as usual but I couldn't care less it is not like they can do anything to me the worst would be a quarrel and I can take it, I just can't rush it today I can't rush my handsomeness I said as I smirked as I started at my face in my mirror, I looked good as always I said as I picked up my umbrella; Keyes; jacket and my phone as I walked out of the apartment and there he was waiting for me, my uber he never disappoints.

*sigh* I walked into the car as he began to drive, it was the same every single day am tired of the same old thing every single day and night.

I sat up in the car I looked out of the car's window as u began to see other cars passing by, it felt like the good old days me at the back mom in the passenger's seat and dad at the driver's side of the car driving as they talked about random things, those were the good old days and the best of them all was when we took family trips to other parts of the country for vacation.

But look at me now, no longer welcomed back home and only God knows where dad was as I lost contact with him five years ago when he and mom separated, I had the news when I was in college and I wanted it to be a lie so bad, it also came to me as a shock as I had never seen them fight or having any issues but all of a sudden their marriage was done for and it was going down the drain, I used to think I was the cause of their divorce as it happened not long after I left home for college but mom told me otherwise but still I do wonder where he is once in a while and whether he thinks of me as a worthy child or not.

*phone vibrates* I shock as my phone vibrated removing me from my trans-state "where are you?" The text read and, it was from John.

"I am on my way," I replied immediately as I checked my time, it was ten minutes past eight am sure I would surely be given a warning today that's for sure.

"Be fast" I read as it entered my phone, I want to go to reply to it I looked out of the car's window and yes we were almost there.

I swiped down on my phone exciting the messaging app as I mistakenly clicked on the photo's app I wanted to exit it but something caught my attention it was the picture I took yesterday of that drug, chlordiazepoxide (Librium) what is this drug? I questioned myself for a while as I decided to do what any other human would, and that was to ask Google.

I quickly entered my browser as I typed "chlordiazepoxide (Librium)" after which I clicked on the search button as I watched my connection flick and so did my heartbeat, I wonder what am scarred of *ding* pop of notification was sent after the page was done loading, finally it read.

"chlordiazepoxide which trade name is Librium amongst others is a sedative and hypnotic medication of the benzodiazepine class; it is used to treat anxiety, insomnia and symptoms of alcohol withdrawal and other drugs." I read slowly in my mind.

So if this is credible which I am sure it is what would a drug like this be looking for in our home, my room especially because I doubt anyone at home has any of these problems, I have never seen mom drink in my life neither have I seen her have a panic attack or insomnia so why again does she have the drug and why was it in my room.

"Sir," he said as I looked up, we were already at the firm wow I don't even k ow what to say if it was a quick drive or not, but I would let the time be the judge of that.

I came down from the car as I began to walk into the firm with all my luggage, am sorry I don't have any tips for the driver today.

"What happened?" John gave a worried look as I walked into the firm.

"Nothing, why do you look so worried?" I asked.

"Well you know I don't think you have ever come late ever since you were employed," he said, in my mind, I have always been taught that I was never on time but sadly it wasn't true I guess seems like I have always been an early bird.

"Wow, I haven't even put that into taught," I said as we both began walking into the editing room.

"Muhammad" I heard a call from the up floor, I turned and to my surprise, it was the director, he was a very busy man who barely came to the firm so what was he doing here now? And why did he want to see me? Does he even know me? Questions kept pilling up in my chest and I had no answers to them.

"Sir" I responded as I began walking towards him, this is the second time in a row that a higher officer wanted to see me, what was it this time? I carried my lazy ass up the stairs to him.