The Present
I drove furiously and at top speed. I couldn't believe what my informant had told me so I had to confirm it.
The people in the cars I passed by yelled at me but I ignored them. They didn't know what was bothering me or what was at stake.
Things were going so well, I wondered what drove him to do such a thing. Why hadn't I noticed it before?
No, I wouldn't believe it just yet. I would make sure I see it with my own eyes before jumping to conclusions.
I got to the restaurant and stopped the car. I looked at the name of the restaurant, it was a very famous restaurant so I needed to be sure it was the exact branch I needed to be in.
Checking with my phone, I became convinced that it was indeed the restaurant where I was informed he was.
Looking around, I quickly spotted his car. It was wet from the rain but it was it. I wasn't sure what to do so I decided to try and watch him from outside.
I couldn't risk walking in and getting spotted by him. I couldn't let him see how desperate I was for him.
I tried to watch from outside but I was spotted by the security who began to approach me. The CCTV camera watching also didn't help matters so I quickly got into the car and drove away.
I got down after some minutes and walked into a boutique to get a suitable disguise since watching from outside wasn't going to work. I got myself a hood and wore a stylish mask before returning to the restaurant.
I planned to walk in and watch them till they were done but when I got there, they were already out.
I froze when I saw them holding each other under the rain. It reminded me of old times when he would hold me with one hand and hoist the umbrella over us with the other hand.
Now here he was, doing the same thing for someone else when he was still in a relationship with me.
This incident had repeated itself too many times to count. Knowing he would get away with it, he never hesitated to betray me at every chance he got.
What a fool I was. He had convinced me that he wouldn't cheat on me again and I had believed him.
It was who I was, he had betrayed me countless number of times and yet I had always welcomed him back into my arms.
I often acted like a fool because of my excess love for him. However, this was the last string, I couldn't take it anymore.
This would be his last. I would make sure of it. I put my hands in my backpack and brought out my Shotgun.
I loaded it and approached them with tears in my eyes. He noticed me when I was very close to them. He screamed when he saw the weapon in my hand but it was too late.
I shot him and the girl and shot myself when the police came.
The alarm buzzed at 7:30 am and I reluctantly turned it off. I realized it was the second alarm when I looked outside.
I had been dreaming, what a horrible dream it was. I looked to my left, Chris was still beside me and fast asleep.
I wondered why I was still having those types of dreams, It seemed I didn't trust Chris enough yet. I knew he loved ones a lot and wasn't a big fan of being faithful to one's partner so that was probably the problem.
With a sigh, I pulled off the bed sheet from my body and got out of bed. I checked my phone to see if there were any important messages. Luckily, there was none as I did not want to deal with anyone this morning.
I scrolled for a bit on social media before putting down my phone and getting ready to freshen up. I decided on the clothes I was going to wear for the day before getting into the bathroom.
Knowing I would need to get to the hospital before going to work made me rush. Ever since my father had been admitted into the hospital, I had changed my morning routine.
Rather than going to work immediately, I would always stop by the hospital to stay with my father for a while before I went to work.
Whenever I came, I would talk to him about my day and share my worries with him like I usually did before he got bedridden.
Although he was in a coma and obviously couldn't hear what I was saying, I continued with my practice.
My mother often discouraged my act and criticized me saying it was a waste of time but I never listened to her.
I knew it was only out of jealousy because I was closer to my father and often had problems with her. It wasn't my fault this happened, my father was the one who was with me throughout my childhood so he was the one I got used to quickly.
My father also played the role of a mother in my life and I loved him for it. He had helped me out of difficult situations countless number of times and I was now ready to do the same for him.
I had to see my father every morning now, no matter how late I was to the office, it was worth it. I arrived at the hospital about 15 minutes later and quickly stepped out of the car.
I entered the hospital and went to the ward where my father was kept. I stood in front of the door and sighed. I closed my eyes and prayed silently that he would be awake when I opened the door.
Unfortunately, this was not to be as I opened the door and saw that the ward was empty. Scared and confused, I checked the number of the ward again just to make sure I was in the right ward.
I became even more agitated when I realized I hadn't made a mistake. It was the one ward my father had been the day before.
I asked the first nurse I saw about the patient who had been here the day before and was shocked when I heard that he had been transferred to the ICU.
Scared, I rushed to the doctor's office. I walked in and he offered me a seat. I sat and impatiently waited for an explanation.
"I'm sorry you weren't informed yet. It happened in the early hours of the morning. I'm sorry, we tried all we could. Your father simply couldn't make it." the doctor said.