His personal maid 1

Chapter 1

6 o’clock pm

Sitting on the bed, I placed my laptop before me as I have been checking some stuffs online for hours now. 

I actually I deals on buying and selling. 

I was about drifting to another site when I crossed path the photo of Kim at the news headline 

Who died  in a plane crash months back. 

My heart beat frozed a moment as those old moments cAme reverberating in my brains, I’ll usually wake up to sweet voice singing in my head asking me to wake up.

I’ll usually wake up to see a beautiful woman but now all I see are biographical photos of her. 

“Stay safe for me Dawson cause I’m coming back soon for you”   

This was actually her last statement before traveling over sees,something that’s suppose to be of hope but now, each time I remember that statement, 

I felt my head aching real hard like I was gonna die, the pains was unbearable. 

I winced and angrily smashed the laptop against the wall. 

I tottered to my wardrobe looking for my Antitode syringe 💉 but I didnt find it. 

I only find my pack of cocaine.. so I took it out and sat on the floor.

, I poured it on the ground and started inhaling maybe its what my body needs right now.

After sniffing for quite some time, it still wasn’t helping so angrily I stood and vent my anger on my stuffs. 

My room had turned un side down when the door burst open. 

“What’s going on here?” She gasped in shock and without further questioning, 

She rushes towards me as she have been Trying to stop me from detroying my stuffs. 

I was already bleeding cause I’ve hurt myself during the process. 

“Kim! Give kim back to me.. Kim is all I need right now.” I yelled highly angered as I pushed her making her crash to the wall. 

“Dawson stop it, you know that’s never possible.. Kim is already dead.. you need to move on with your life and stop hurting yourself..” she started pleading in tears. 

Her tears was already getting me emotional but my heart just won’t dance to her tone. 

” is time to wake up from your delusion and accept the fact that Kim is dead stop acting like a weakling!” She said and my heart soften abit I smashed the mirror on the ground and she held my waste helping to a couch.

Mum: See how you hurt yourself now . She said observing my wrist.

“. I am coming..” she stood up  and left the room for a while then came back with a first aid kit.

 she sat beside me and started applying some treatment on it. 

While she was busy with my hand, Krystal walked into the room. 

Krystal: What’s the fuss going on here mom and what just happened..” 

Mum: Krystal it’s your brother, he is becoming hyper again..” mom said with a sighed.. 

Krystal leaned closer, peering into my wounded hands that is been fixed by mom.

Krystal: Omg! Dawson!” She wore a sad expression on her face. 

Mum: Don’t worry he is okay now..

Mum withdrew from me after she was done and turned to face Krystal who still standing. 

Mum: I wonder when he is ever going to stop.” Do you think we can leave him in this condition Krystal?” Mum Asked and Kystal gave her that poppy eyes. 

“C’mon mom, we’ve stayed too long with him already and for sure we aren’t gonna stay with him forever, I have a family waiting 

for me at home and you have a company you need to go back to, dad is already having a hard time running it alone..” Krystal rasped, calmly but mom was clearly worried. 

“But..” 

“Don’t worry mum I have already gotten a way to help him out.” She stoop down holding mom’s hand. 

She went to my refrigerator and took some stuffs outta it then started missing something In a glass cup. 

She turned to me after a while holding a glass of milk, and slug towards me.

“Here have it.. I think you need this right now.. it will help.” She said tenderly as she stroke my hair backward. 

I really hate when she cuddle me like a kid. 

I just collected the glass of milk so as not to create a scandal and started sipping from it.

“Don’t worry mum I have already gotten a way to help him out.”

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