Angel Of Mine – Episode 34

Angel of mine

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by Amanda Mofiat

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Episode 34

That was a mistake, I hadn’t meant to push Tiffany and I know no one is going to believe me. I was afraid that something bad might have happened to her, I wasn’t ready to hear what my brother was about to say. He was about to open his mouth when Bradley said,

‘What happened to my wife and the baby? Are they okay?’

I guess he was being impatient and so was I. I had prayed inwardly for nothing bad to happen to Tiffany and the baby. My brother cleared his throat.

‘Your wife lost lot of blood but we managed to save your son.’

‘Oh my God! I have a son and so where is Tiffany?’

‘She is going to be alright,’ my brother finally said and I sighed a relief.

Couldn’t he have said that already, than to keep us waiting? He said that the baby was born prematurely. I was just glad that nothing bad had happened to both of them. I wasn’t ready to see Tiffany and thank goodness, Bradley never asked what had caused his wife to go into an early labor. That meant trouble for me, since I had pushed her by mistake. For years, I thanked the LORD for saving Tiffany and her baby. I left the hospital and had completely forgotten what brought me to her in the first place. Remembering that my brother’s fiancée had asked me to buy some sanitary pads for her, I had to call my brother to buy them.

The next following day I woke up early and cleaned my house. My brother called me asking me if I was going to visit Tiffany. I mean Tiffany and I hadn’t been seeing each other and I doubt if she wanted to see me. I just told my brother that I will see. When he hanged up, I took a bath and had some breakfast. Being alone in the house, it wasn’t that exciting you know. I preferred being around some people since I was trying to heal and had promised my little brother that I wasn’t going to take anymore drugs. I was about to watch my series when my phone rang, I couldn’t recognize the number because it wasn’t saved in my phone. It was a new number,

‘Hello,’ I responded and the other person on the line laughed.

I could easily recognize her voice but what I didn’t get was? Why did she laugh? Wasn’t she supposed to be in bed or something else? Maybe I wanted her to fall in a comma but that would continuously make me the most vicious person is this world and I wanted to be someone better.

‘So you think that you are going to get away with murder?’

‘Tiffany, what do you want?’

You heard that right, it was Tiffany calling me and I had no idea what she was talking about.

‘I want you to be thrown in jail for attempted murder Emily. You almost killed me and my baby. Expect some people at your house.’

Just when she had finished off her sentence, someone knocked at my door and instantly my heart started pounding really fast. Could it be that Tiffany was telling the truth? Right at that moment I had so many questions running through my head. I was still on the phone with Tiffany.

‘That must be them, I didn’t expect them to be that fast.’

‘What did you do Tiffany?’ I asked her shaking like a leaf.

Whatever she had done, I didn’t want to go to prison.

‘You should go and open the door. You will find out on your own. Ciao,’ with that said she hanged up and these people at the door wouldn’t stop banging it.

Not knowing what I had done and what Tiffany had said to these people, I slowly walked to the door, no actually I dragged myself to the door. If I was another person, I would have found another way of sneaking out of the house without being seen but that would definitely make me a number 1 suspect. I placed my phone in my pocket and opened the door. At the door stood two men, the other one dressed in a police uniform and the other one in civil.

‘Are you Emily?’

‘Y y yes,’ I stammered.

‘Could you come with us to the police station?’

I didn’t disagree nor did I ask them why they were taking me there but I just complied. Trust me I have never been that scared my entire life, I was literally shaking and I didn’t want to spend the night at the prison. We arrived at the police station and I was asked some few questions. Apparently Tiffany had told the detective that I pushed her, that I did it on purpose. You know what he said, that I was jealous of her and had tried to ki*ll her. Why would I do such a thing? Yes Tiffany and I had some differences but I would have never wanted to hurt her and her unborn child. If only the people at the restaurant were here, if only they had seen everything but then it was my word against hers. There was no camera at the restaurant, I spent the night being interrogated as they told me to confess to my sins. I wasn’t allowed to place a call, I was denied to have my lawyer present. I didn’t know if these people were paid but I think that was the case, Tiffany might have paid them or something.

I was beaten, I was made to confess to something that I didn’t do. Was this my punishment for mistreating my mother-in law? Then I was sorry, I was sorry that I treated her badly, that I didn’t show her any respect, that I used to shout at her. If only I could turn back the time, I could do things differently but then it was too late for me to make amends. I wasn’t allowed to call my brother and I spent a week at that filthy place, not eating anything. The next following day I was called while I had been sitting on the floor with the other women. Someone had come for me, I was released and saw my brother waiting for me by the reception, I couldn’t walk properly because my leg was swollen.

‘Oh my God!’ my brother exclaimed when he saw me.

I just hugged him and broke down. He promised to make them pay for physically and emotionally hurting me. He took me to his car and drove us home, at his house where upon arrival, he began to treat my wounds. The same night, I couldn’t sleep as I kept on tossing and turning on the bed, sometimes waking up screaming. I could feel the pain on my back where they used to beat me up. If Tiffany wanted a revenge then she actually got it because I was left traumatized by the whole experience. My brother tried to let me talk about what happened inside that place but I wasn’t ready to talk about it until he stopped,

‘I am worried about you Emily,’ he said to me that afternoon.

‘You don’t have to worry about me Ernest, I will be fine,’ I replied.

I knew he was still going to worry about me. Tell me if it wasn’t for him taking care of me then what would have happened to me? Earnest is all that I had and his presence in my life, I really appreciated it. My mother since she went back, she hadn’t been talking to me and the only person who never judged me right now was my brother. So Ernest said that it was time for me to move on and decided that we should all move to Ghana. He was going to come back with his fiancée but I don’t think that I still wanted to stay in Zimbabwe after losing everything that I valued the most, I wanted to be far away from everyone that I had hurt and those that had hurt me.

We left for Ghana two weeks after I had completely healed. Arriving there, it was just weird being in another country but I wanted to enjoy the new experience. After settling in Ghana and my brother had bought an apartment for me. Trust me I was very grateful for what he had done for me. I mean he did such an incredible job by helping me with capital and starting over.

Let’s fast forward things and so it had been 9 months I had been staying in Ghana and I must say things were just moving on well for me. I had started my own business and so my brother had went back to Zimbabwe and they used to visit me. I hadn’t forgotten all about Jamal. Like I said it before, it was hard for me to forget about him after all we have been though together. Anyway I hadn’t been communicating with my mother. I just heard from my brother that she was doing well and she didn’t even bother to check up on me and so did I. I think I was just better off without her since my life was getting better. I had made some few friends in Ghana and I must say that they were good people.

‘Emily,’ I knew that voice.

The way she just called my name was different and she never knocked. She just opened the door and walked inside my room.

‘Do you ever knock?’ I asked her with a smile spread across my face.

I was from bathing and really wanted to rest after the short bath.

‘I am going to a party and so I don’t have a plus 1.’

‘So you want me to go with you?’

‘I would really love that,’ I said to her.

Well a party won’t ki*ll right? After all it was Saturday night and I could really use some outing. I agreed to go with Amaka since she didn’t have anyone to go with. She just told me that one of her friends from work had invited her to a birthday party. She didn’t give me the full details and I never asked much. So we left my house in my car and drove to the place where the party was being held at. We arrived there and they were a lot of people, some of them I could easily recognize. We walked inside the big mansion and everything inside the house was just neatly decorated.

‘So who is the birthday girl?’ I asked Amaka and her friend who had welcomed us when we arrived.

‘There she is and her fiancée,’ she said pointing.

When my eyes landed on them, for a minute my heart stopped beating. I was out of words, tongue tied and I didn’t know what to do. It was Jamal and he was holding her hand. Was Jamal cheating on me with her when we were still married? Those type of questions ran through my mind and I could feel the tears on my cheeks.

‘Emily, are you okay?’ asked Amaka.

I couldn’t respond to her but was about to rush out of the place when I tripped and fell. There was silence in the room as everyone stared at me.

‘Are you okay?’

I looked up and saw her. It was the same woman I had been afraid that my husband would end up marrying. It was Angela, she took my Jamal.

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Amy