Daisy’s POV
I got to aunt Vanessa’s house to meet the greatest shock of my life. She had moved out ording to her neighbor. She moved out years ago.
Aunt Vanessa and Imunicated when I was in high school but I couldn’t remember thest time I got her mail. Is it three or four years? I asked.
I got her address from the emails she usually sends. I made a huge mistake by not calling to inform her that I wasing.
I was knocking on her front door when a neighbor of hers informed me of her absence. I asked him for her new address and he said he didn’t have it.
I was left with no choice but to call her as I walked back down the avenue to the street. Her phone was unreachable and I almost cried out in frustration.
Where do I go from here? I was damn hungry and exhausted. I was also tired of dragging my single box.
I’m in deep shit, I muttered.
I decided to take a cab to the nearest hotel after trying to think of what to do.
By tomorrow, I will look for a solution. I soliloquized and stood patiently by the roadside. It was 1 pm already and the sun was out. No cabs were forting and it increased my frustration.
I sat down on a bench after a while and 20 minutester, I saw a cab approaching. I stood up sharply and gged it down.
There was a nice-looking woman in the cab. She was looking sophisticated and in a hurry, the cabman came down to help me with my box. I entered the car and he drove off.
We drove in silence for a while before he asked me, “Youngdy, where do you want to drop?”
I was about to answer when the woman cut in. “Can you please drop me off first? I’m in a hurry.”
“Miss?” The driver peered at me trying to see if I was ok with it.
“It’s ok. I’m in no hurry”, I said and rted my head to the seat. The cool air from the car was making me sleepy and I knew I would definitely fall asleep if I closed my eyes for long.
“Sorry youngdy. My car broke down and I’m in a hurry”, the woman exined with an apologetic smile.
“It’s ok, mom”, I said unconsciously.
“Mom?”
“Oh! Sorry. I mean madam. I’m not in a hurry, it’s just that I’m a bit tired.”
She scrutinized me for a while in silence as her eyes fell on my baby bump. “You just came into Las Vegas?”
“Yes. All the way from New York.”
“Wao! How is New York?”
“New York is fine.”
“I miss staying there. My boy schools there too but he graduated a few weeks ago.”
“Uhmm”, I muttered, trying to stop myself from telling her I just graduated from high school too.
“So you came to visit your mother?” She probed with curiosity written all over her.
I was about to answer when I saw a policeman waving his hand behind the car, shouting out to the cabman to stop. I was curious to know the reason for the yelling and before I could say anything, I saw an oing vehicle. It was speeding.N?velDrama.Org (C) content.
Then I realized the yelling was meant to warn the cabman of the iing danger. Behind the vehicle was another Peugeot car and it seemed to be after the vehicle.
The cabman saw it too at that instant but before he could get control of the car, the vehicle was just a few distances away. He tried to divert to the otherne, looking back to see if there were no vehicles behind him.
“Watch out”, I yelled as he quickly watched his front but before he could do anything again, it collided with the vehicle.
I screamed and held on to the woman beside me. She held me tightly as I screamed some more, putting my hands on my baby bump like it would fall down any minute.
The car stumbled, bouncing the woman and me. It came to a stop and my breathing ceased. I wanted to say something as I saw the blood gushing out of the driver’s head.
When I found my voice, I screamed out and long and fell onto the woman’sp. I heard the sound of the siren before I passed out.
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Nina’s POV
The youngdy reminded me of Damien’s twin sister. I lost her an hour after her birth.
When the ident happened, I was scared shit myself but I had to hide my fears because of the poor little girl. The police came to our rescue and before I could pull out, the youngdy had lost consciousness.
The driver was bleeding from the head and we were informed that he was dead. I was scared that the youngdy was going to die too, so I hastened the policeman assigned to drive us to the hospital.
We rushed her to the hospital as I kept staring at her pale face. I rubbed my hand over her baby bump, muttering assuring words to the baby.
When I first saw here into the cab, the instant my eyes fell on her stomach, I was curious to hear her story. I watched her carefully and I could see the hidden fears, unshed tears, pain, hurt, and loss in her eyes.
My curiosity worked well for my writing career.
I was a writer, one of the best-selling authors in America. I kept a low profile and I was known by my name. Nina Gomez.
I was from the Philippines but my mother was an American. I was born in America. I took up my mother’s writing legacy and I had always wished Damien would do the same. But Damien had no interest whatsoever in taking up the legacy. He thinks writing is a woman’s job.
I write from my imaginations, from what happens in society and around me and I love it when I get to write people’s stories, the true-life story of anyone who is willing to share them with me.
Writing makes me feel fulfilled. It gives me joy and hope. It satisfies me. Writing was the reason why I never got married.
I wrote my story- how I got pregnant from a one-night stand with an Indian man and how weter got married.
But the marriage never happened in reality. I left the story hanging and I’ve been unable to publish it. It reminded me of where I have failed. I never regretted having sex with Amar. I never regretted it because I loved him and I loved the kids we produced.
I gave birth to a set of twins but lost the other baby an hour after her birth. I had nned to name her Debby. But it never happened.
I hoped to summon up the courage to publish the book one day. That will be the day I will finally ovee my fears. Fears that stopped me from epting the numerous proposals I was getting from many suitors.
One day, I muttered. Just one day, I’d ovee that fear.