Chapter 22 Chapter 22
Tessa
The day went well, with classes and a visit to Mr Carter's office.
Now, it was evening, and I had to head home. Mom will be coming home by five, exhausted, and had asked me to prepare dinner since she was too weak. I knew she hated me entering her kitchen, but she had no choice.
As I left school, I grabbed a taxi, but not before seeing the guy who had slapped me earlier.
He was rich, just like people said, but I didn't care about his wealth or his entitled attitude. He stared at me for what felt like an eternity before getting into his car, but I didn't bother to acknowledge him. I got into my taxi and headed home, lost in thought.
During the drive, my mind kept wandering back to the moments I spent with Mr. Carter in his office.
I couldn't deny that I enjoyed every second of it, even though it was forbidden. My body reacted to him in ways I couldn't control, and my mind struggled to push him away, to make him my enemy for breaking my mom's heart. But every time I tried, he found a way to draw me back in.
I wondered if he had some kind of charm on me, but I remembered clearly how everything started, I had grown a feeling for him the day we set eyes on each other, and his naughty smile was part of the reason why I lusted myself to him.
The thought of his touch all over my body, his grabbing my ass and his tongue sliding into my pussy made my body shiver and I wish I could feel more of it soon.
My thoughts were distracted by the several honks behind my taxi. I wondered who could be honking in this bright daylight.
I stared across the window side to catch a glimpse of the car, but I couldn't.
"What is happening? Is someone chasing my taxi?" I asked no one in particular.
The driver continued driving, his eyes fixed on the front mirror, checking the car behind us. It kept honking as if we'd blocked his way.
"There's no traffic. There's space. So why is the car honking?" I thought.
I rolled my eyes before bringing out my phone, but I was still distracted by the honking.
I cursed inwardly before directing my gaze outside the window and that's it. Mr. Carter.
I forgot he told me to come to his office so we can go home together, but I don't want to. I just want a moment to myself right now.
I knew going home in his car would cause another distraction, and I didn't want that.
I inhaled loudly, pretending I hadn't noticed his car. I knew he was going to torture me for ignoring him. But I don't have to care, I enjoy his torture after all.
I rolled up the glass, ignoring him.
"Looks like you know the person following us," the driver said.
"I don't care," I replied.
Soon, we arrived home, and I got out of the car. I paid the fee, entered the house, and took a deep breath before heading upstairs.
"I miss my mommy being at home, If she's here, I don't have to worry about preparing breakfast or dinner or anything. I miss her." I mused.
I went to my room and changed into something comfortable before heading to the kitchen to start preparing dinner.
I wonder what was happening Mr. Carter was supposed to be back by now with the fact that his car was following mine. He was supposed to be here.
"Do I have to care?"I shrugged.
I'm going to prepare my favorite chicken stir-fry today in other to welcome Mom back home.
As I cooked, I couldn't help but wonder why Mr, Carter wasn't home yet. We had left school together, and his car had been behind mine, but I had ignored him.
I was cooking but my mind wandered, and I accidentally cut myself, letting out a loud noise. I rushed into the sitting room to assess the damage and noticed my phone ringing. Mr. Carter had called me seven times, but I didn't bother answering.
I went back to the kitchen, ignoring my injured hand in other to finish making dinner.
The aroma of stir-fried chicken and vegetables had now filled the whole room, I couldn't wait for Mum to have a taste of my food to see that her daughter was improving gradually.
I returned to the sitting room and checked my phone. My mom had called me, which was unusual since she said she'd be home by five. But it was already past six, and she wasn't home yet. And Mr. Carter, who had been following me, wasn't home either.
I started to feel a little bit anxious and tried calling my mom.
It took some minutes before she picked up, her voice trembling and that scared the hell outta me.
"What happened, Mom?" I asked, standing up from the couch as my body began to shake.
"Your stepdad had an accident," she pronounced, her voice trembling.
My eyes widened in shock as I screamed, unable to comprehend the news.
I frantically asked, "Where are you, now? Can I come to meet you?" My body shook with uncontrollable sobs, and my voice trembled.
I was surprised by my own emotions, I thought I didn't care for Mr. Carter, but apparently, I did.
"I will send you the address. Come meet us when you're done at home." Her voice was laced with sadness as she hung up.
I collapsed onto the floor, tears streaming down from the corner of my face like a river.
I rubbed my eyes, trying to process my emotions. My face was scorching hot, and my heart raced with fear. I quickly stood up and went upstairs.
I didn't bother taking a bath, just threw on some trousers and a top before rushing downstairs.
I locked the door and hailed a cab outside, my mind racing with worst-case scenarios.
The address my mom sent me displayed on my phone like a ticking time bomb.
Through the driving state, my eyes welled up and I could see the driver trying hard to hold back his question.
I arrived at the hospital and rushed to the reception desk "A man named Mr. Carter was here? My mom said he's here." The nurse's sympathetic gaze only heightened my anxiety.
"Emergency room, down the hall, second door on your right," she replied softly.
I sprinted towards the emergency room, my heart was pounding in my chest.
I found my mom, she was sitting down, and her eyes were red and puffy from crying.
She looked up, and our eyes met in a shared moment of despair.
I rushed to her, pulling her into a hug. "Mom, don't worry, he'll be fine. Let's have hope," I tried to console her, but my voice was cracked with tears.
Her face was twisted in sorrow. "His condition is critical, sweetie. A trailer crashed his car. I'm scared he won't come out of that emergency room alive." Her words sliced through me like a knife.
I felt a lump form in my throat but I swallowed it down "Don't say that! I know he'll come out, he will come out!" But deep down, I was terrified. Tears streamed down my face, and I choked back a sob.
My mom's eyes were locked onto mine, filled with nothing but desperation. "I'm scared, baby. What if...what if I lose him?" Her voice broke, and she buried her face in her hands.
I held her close, trying to offer comfort, but my fears threatened to consume me also, What if we lose him for real?