WHAT A LIFE (Nigeria Story)

Chapter 31

“Shut up! Just shut up!” Chiamaka said feeling dizzy. Her heart beat increased more and she felt her head spinning. Everything was too much to take in and just then, she held her chest and tried to breathe.

“I am sorry!” Davis pleaded! He came closer and Chiamaka pushed him away.

“So why did you come into my life again? Why did you come in like you were any different?” Chiamaka asked.

“I wanted to apologize, I swear! I came back to Lagos and tracked you down. I was hurt when I heard you became a prostitute and I wanted to change that. I intentionally picked you up that day but was not sure you were the one. Not until we made... Not until, you told me about yourself. I swear, I never came to take advantage of you. I repeated and that was why I tried to make you seek God as well! I did not mean to hurt you and I am so...” Davis was interrupted before he could finish his statement.

“Davis, just get out! I beg of you! Leave this room before I become a murder, i beg of you.” Chiamaka said as low as she could. She was still trying to control her breathing. It felt like her whole world was dropped on her head. Sharp pains was felt stabbing, “No, no, this can not be happening! No, why me?” Chiamaka cried out so loud. She dragged the bed sheet on the bed down to the ground and held it so tight as if, it would take away everything she was feeling.

Davis left the room and head to the sitting room. The thought of everything filled his head. And after seeing what Chiamaka was going through because of him, he began to think negatively. He walked up to his bar and carried a bottle of wine. He did not bother for a cup and sat on the ground, drinking directly from the bottle.

“Ahhhhh...” He screamed!

His childhood mistake had caused alot of harm to Chiamaka. He saw it in her eyes! Chiamaka was totally broken! He hated that he let Chiamaka love him. He shouldn't have and he let her sleep with him again. And he also loved her, he had fallen so deep in love with her.

He walked around the sitting room, like a lost soul wondering about. Still held on to the bottle he drank directly from; he sat on the sofas, then the ground, then the stairs and even went to the dinning area. He could hear Chiamaka cry; the way she begged him in the past and how he punched her with his whole strength for his selfish need. He treated her like a scumbag and she was so weak to cry. What if she had died? Alot ran through his mind. Memories of his past came flashing in as well. Suicide began to ring in his head. He looked at the time and it was 2:30am. Then he entered the kitchen and took a knife but his conscience would not let him. So he went to his cupboard where he kept his extra drugs and took them.

He took a pen and book, then wrote a short note. Davis took the drugs and opened them. Without hastitation, he threw them in his mouth and forcefully swallowed it. Even when it hooked him in the throat, he kept forcing it and ran to the kitchen to get water. He couldn't breath well and was coughing. After he tried to swallow the drug with water, he fell down and hit his hand on the plate sitter.

Chiamaka heard the noise and summoned courage to leave the room. And to her greatest surprise, Davis just laid on the ground weak and still avoided eyes contact. She was glad at the view but her heart could not let her, she walked up to him and help him out. He was stabbed by a broken plate on his left lap and it stained his joggers with blood.

“I am sorry!” Davis struggled to say as tears rolled down his eyes.

Chiamaka remained mute as she helped him up the ground and when she entered the sitting room, she noticed the opened drugs and turned at Davis.

“Did you take this?” Chiamaka forced herself to ask and Davis nodded.

Without saying anything, she walked back to her room, took one of the car keys and then came out to assist Davis. His body was cold and he was still bleeding from his lap.

“No! Don't! Let me die! Let me die like the others, please!” Davis released himself.

Chiamaka still mute, hurriedly grabbed him again. When they got to the car, Davis was staring at Chiamaka but she avoided eyes contact. She started the car and on their way, Davis turned to Chiamaka.

“Why? Why are you doing this?” Davis asked as his eyes closed gently. He was losing consciousness and needed urgent treatment.

Chiamaka still controlling what she felt inside her, focused on the road until they got to the hospital.

“What is wrong with him?” A nurse asked as they rushed him out of the car.

“Attempted suicide with drugs! He also have a stab on his lap. Please attend to him!” Chiamaka said as she helped them take him into the hospital building.

“And who are you to him?” The nurse asked.

“A friend, i entered and saw him like that.” Chiamaka said. Her had lost her voice to crying.

“Please come and write the necessary information needed!” The nurse requested and Chiamaka followed her. After a while, Chiamaka came out of the hospital and sat on the stairs. Everywhere felt uncomfortable!

When his full name was written and Chiamaka told them about Davis being the son of the popular politician, Mr. Onyekachi James, they attended to him immediately.

After some minutes, Chiamaka entered back into the hospital and saw the doctor.

“Excuse me sir!” She forced her voice to be louder.

“Are you the young lady who brought the man here? Master Davis?” The doctor asked and Chiamaka nodded.

“So sir, how is his body now?” Chiamaka asked and the doctor looked behind Chiamaka instead, “What is it doctor?”

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