Copyright of Amara Ibeachum
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Chapter 9
“No more grudges,” I told myself.
I was done holding grudges. They were no good for me anyways. So far, I’ve made amends with people I hurt, and forgiven those who hurt me. All grudges were settled so, all except Kyle’s. No one knew where Kyle was. Maybe he was missing, there were lots of missing people cases all over the city, and Kyle isn’t an exception. No one is.
But I doubt if Kyle was missing. Surprisingly, I remembered his address from our one-night stand. I usually don’t remember routes so I thought that remembering Kyle’s address meant something. Sadly, it didn’t.
I got to Kyle’s apartment and met an empty room with the door wide open.
I was in so much shock that I didn’t move; I couldn’t think either. I noticed a guy walking towards me and stopped him to ask about the move.
“Oh, yeah, Kyle. Good guy. He moved two months ago. Do you know him?”
“Yeah. A family friend. I’ve been trying to reach him but he’s not answering his calls. Now I know why.”
“Oh, sorry about that.”
“It’s fine. Thanks for the info,” I smiled and waved.
**
The first thing I did when I got home was to call Victoria.
“What do you mean Kyle moved out?” She yelled.
“How else does someone move out? I told you his apartment was empty. I met this guy there, I think he knew Kyle. He said Kyle moved two months ago.”
“Two months ago? How come no one knew?…how come YOU didn’t know?”
“We weren’t on speaking terms then.”
At that moment as I leaned on the kitchen counter, I suddenly realized that I may never see Kyle again. All the time I spent ignoring his calls, and deleting his texts, he probably thought I didn’t care about him anymore.
I didn’t even know when a tear dropped.
“Victoria, I think I messed up big time. Like the kind you do and can’t reverse, yeah that’s the one.”
I could feel my chest beating rapidly and I suddenly lost my breath. I gasped for air, not knowing exactly what to do. Victoria heard my gasps and called out to me.
“Jane. Jane. What’s happening to you? Can you hear me? I want you to breathe, Jane. Slowly…Jane?”
Still trying to catch my breath I said, “I’m fine. I’ll call you back later.”
I lied. I wasn’t fine. I still couldn’t breathe and it felt like I was choking to death. Staggering, I went towards the door and opened it. My neighbors saw me and rushed to save me.
“Jane!…Jane!…what’s wrong with her?” their voices sounded distant.
Was I dying? Maybe because everything was foggy then suddenly…blank.
**
I woke up feeling like a thousand drums were being played on my head. I looked to my side and saw someone sitting on a chair. My vision was still shitty and couldn’t make out who it was.
“Oh, darling, you’re awake,” I heard my mum’s voice.
“How long was I out?”
“Only a few hours. The doctor said it was a panic attack. What’s the problem, honey? Panic attacks don’t just happen unless something’s wrong,” she softly brushed my hand.
I could feel my eyes swelling up again. This is not the time to start crying, Jane. Be strong!
“It’s nothing, mum. It’s just work stress,” I lied.
It’s funny how we could just tell a lie and everything will feel normal. Maybe now, I was finally going to get over Kyle once and for all.
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