Life Goes on

    Mrs Kingston agreed with her daughter.

"Yes my dear, we are sorry about everything but then life goes on. We can't advise you to go home knowing full well that you are hurting so much. As long as you want to stay here, you are welcome but what we can't do is let you travel back home in this state."

Owen nodded slowly in agreement. He looked up again and he noticed Kulture staring at him.

  "I would love to freshen up."

He said standing up.

"Of course, let me take you to the guest room"

Kulture offered and led him out of the living room.

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       Owen stood in front of the small wall mirror staring at himself. His hair was disheveled and he could hardly recognize himself. His eyes were red, puffy and he had bags under his eyes. 

  "I did not know I love you so much Susan, Forgive me"

He whispered closing his eyes and resting his forehead on the mirror. 

  "I shouldn't have run, I should have own up to it, Maybe you might still be alive."

  He looked up and stared at the mirror again then something flicked in his memory. The white lady that appeared in his hotel room.

   "Could it be Susan trying to tell me she's gone?"

He asked out loud. He needed no one to tell him she was the one.

   He sighed and walked towards the direction of the bathroom.

   Maybe a warm bath would take his mind off the pain he is feeling right now. 

     When he entered the bathroom there was steam all around. He turned the taps, water was coming out in large jets and he took a deep breath taking in some of the scent of the bath salts mixed with shower gel. He closed his eyes, letting the warm liquid cascade down his body.

   "You look so hot"

His voice rang in his head. He could see the smile she gave him following that statement.

"And you look damn sexy"

   She had said flirtatiously. Owen was just trying his luck with her and when he saw she did not mind, he had hit right on time. Susan was a badass sister in-law and he had loved making her scream his name. They had plans and were working towards it. 

"But now you are gone, did you think of your baby before dying?"

    He asked and slammed the tap closed. He angrily flushed his steamy bath and got into the the shower and furiously open the shower on him

   He did not mind that the water was so cold, he let it pour down on his body. He was angry but mostly he was hurt. He wanted to scream but he couldn't, not anymore.

  He felt like an empty shell. He couldn't do anything.

   He stayed in the shower longer than he should have been but he did not care, he didn't want to leave the place. He needed this moment to calm his mind down. 

   Once the water became too warm to bear, he shut the shower off. He dried himself with a soft towel and went out of the bathroom.

     Owen went through his suitecase searching for anything to wear. Anything at all would do, as it is now, he doesn't care how he looks.

   Francis had made him bring his suitcase along because he felt, he could use Owen's company. Owen did not mind which surprised him and while he was dumb for an hour, Kulture had set the guest room for him and Francis.

     After searching around for a while, he found something that looked decent enough. It was black shirt that fitted him perfectly and a pair of dark wash jeans. They were a bit baggy but they were his size and if he had to wear this then it would suffice.

   He put on the clothes and headed out of the guest room.

  He came across a door which was opened slightly. He made to walk past it but something drew him inside. Cranking the door a little wider, he figured out it is a lady's room which could belong to either Mercy or Kulture.

   He looked behind him for another second then stepped inside further.

   The room was quite decorated and clean. There were some posters on the wall and books neatly lined up on shelves. There was a desk with a laptop placed on it and a lamp near it illuminating the whole room.

    He noticed that almost everything in the room has yellow, red or orange color on them.

   He shrugged off his shoulders and turned around to leave when something moved on the bed. He did not realize something was on the bed before.

    He walked to the bed and found a baby. He stilled when he saw at her.

  "This baby can't be more than a week old" he thought.

"Could Kulture be the mother? But she did not look like a lady who just had a baby"

He wondered. As he stared at the little cutie in the bed, he felt a sense of familiarity towards her.