THE TRINITY (My heart)
Episode 14
Peter didn’t bother to run after Precious, then he sat on the
cushion hopelessly with one of his hands on his head. He
wasn’t interested on the music that was broadcasting on
the television anymore.
Cynthia couldn’t abandon her pot of food that was on fire.
Therefore, she also didn’t run after precious rather she kept
on feeling guilty. “Only God knows that i have nothing to do
with Peter” she said aloud to the hearing of nobody in the
kitchen.
1HOUR LATER
No matter the fact that Precious would like to double date if
she had the chance, she was heartbroken because she
never expected what she witnessed from her own best
friend, Cynthia. She laid in her room reflecting on what
happened early. Suddenly, her door was flung open. Cynthia
stood quietly looking at her.
“Precious, you have to believe me” Cynthia started. “That
was the very first time Peter called me without knowing how
he got my number. I am as surprise as you are, just believe
me”
“Is not your fault” Precious said without looking at her.
Cynthia moved closer and sat beside where she was lying. “I
know he got the number from your phone” she said.
“Yes” Precious replied yet, without looking at her.
Both went silent.
“But… Can i tell you something?” Cynthia demanded. “You
seeing Peter’s call doesn’t mean that he’s dating me which i
would never had tried. Though i don’t know his intentions
but you need to forgive him, after all, it was just a mere call”
Precious turned and looked at her. “You call it a mere call
because you don’t know what Peter is capable of doing!”
she yelled.
“But he has not done anything yet”
“He would have done something if i didn’t notice on time”
“There is no way i would have allow that to happen” Cynthia
defended
THE NEXT DAY
Peter walked helplessly to Precious house. He wore a jean
trouser and a sunglass, on his neck was an expensive
necklace dangling on the white Polo he wore.
“What are you doing here?!” Precious shrieked. “I told you
never to come close to me again!”
“Listen to me, i only called her nothing else” Peter replied.
“Then why would you collect her number from my phone
without my notice?!”
Peter was quiet.
“You and i know that you collected the number for a reason”
Peter scratched his head, “Fine! I collected the number for a
reason, but please, you have to forgive me. I’m sorry”
“You are saying that Cynthia is better than me that’s why
you decided to take her number so that you can get her.
Please, leave my house” Precious said.
“No, is not like that..”
“I sad leave!!” she shrieked.
Peter knew Precious as a mean girl and there is nothing he
will say or do that will change her mind, therefore, he quietly
turned and went out.
A WEEK
Mr Anthony and Mr Basi had refused to reconcile rather they
warned their children never to see each other.
David’s school was opened so he needed to go back to
school the following day. Meanwhile, Cynthia had the idea,
so she began to feel sad.
The day was getting dark when David and Cynthia met on
the road where nobody would see them.
“You are not looking happy” David said. “Is it because I’m
going back to school?”
“I don’t know, but i can’t control my tears” Cynthia replied.
“Is just one more year remaining and i will be out from
school”
“That’s not my problem”
“Then what is your problem?”
Cynthia looked straight into his eyes and said in tears,
“David, please, promise me that you will be careful”
David smiled. “I will, nothing will happen to me” he hugged
her tightly.
On the following day, David got prepared to travel back to
school while Christabel was already on her way to school.
Mr and Mrs Anthony played their parts as parents and David
started his journey. He thought of what Christabel will do
when she sees him. “She will probably ignore me” he
thought as he was in a bus.
1HOUR LATER
Mr Anthony received a called as he was sitting with his wife
in the sittingroom.
“Hello, am i speaking with Mr Anthony?” a male voice said
from the other side of the phone.
“Yes, any problem?”
“A boy named David Anthony has had an accident..”
to be continued…
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