WEB OF MISTAKES EPISODE 3

WEB OF MISTAKES
EPISODE 3
The night had been so cold and seemed endless. Shirley had been
tossing from one side to the other side of the bed. She couldn’t
sleep, so many things on her mind. Especially about Jessica.
Jessica’s cries, her confusion still replayed in her head like an
audio player.
Sleep just refused to come.
Tired of tossing in bed, Shirely go up, switched on the lights. She
went to get a cup of coffee and decided to distract herself. She got
to her desk, her office in her house and be began going through
some files. She chose to read the one about a couple, who want a
divorce and each of the parent wanted custody of the child.
Reading it was fun, she laughed, smiled, frowned as she went
through it. Suddenly, she recalled something! It had to do with
Jessica.
“Oh no!” she whispered.
**** **** **** ****
“Shirley, can you explain what you’re doing in my house this early?”
asked Jessica frowning. Her hair rumpled from her beauty sleep
and she needed more rest.
“Jess, its so important.” Shirley replied worried.
“Sit down. Shall I get you something to eat?”
“No, thank you. Can I talk?”
“Why do you think someone wants to kill you?”
Jessica wrinkled her nose. “I don’t know. Shirley, please lets not
talk about this.”
Straightening up, Shirley continued. “Your dad did have enemies
while he was alive.”
“Obviously!” shouted Jessica, getting upset.
“Relax, you don’t have to scream. Your dad’s enemies haven’t
been caught. Your dad left you a fortune–”
Jessica didn’t let Shirley finish. “Yes, he did. My other relatives
were upset, they kicked against it. They all wanted to be part of my
father’s will but they weren’t.”
“How was their reaction?”
Taking a deep breath, Jessica started talking, answering Shirley’s
questions truthfully.
“Uncle Simon was so upset, his wife cried, they hoped to get
something from my dad. My mum and Charles were happy for me,
Dominic was too. He recieved something from me.”
“And if you die nw, who’ll get everything?”
“Dominic would, Uncle Simon and his family.”
“And you said that Simon was so upset when your dad left him
nothing?”
“Yes.”
“The person who might want to kill you is one of your relatives.”
“What? You’re out of your mind, Shirley, you don’t know what
you’re saying.”
“Jessica, think about this, you have a lot in your name, you’ve got
money. In our society today, people kill for money. Who else would
benefit from your death if not your relatives? Uncle Simon for
example, was so mad at you, he wanted the money.”
“Oh my God!” exclaimed Jessica dumbfounded. She began to see
reason. “And if I die, he’ll have a reason to claim a part of the
money. He might be the one who wants me dead.”
“Probably. When did you see him last?”
“I don’t know, maybe when father passed away.”
“Where does he live?”
“Faraway at Orlando. I’m scared, so scared.” Jessica was shaking.
Again.
“Don’t be sweetie, I’m here.” They shared a sisterly hug.
**** **** **** ****
Shirley just couldn’t wait to arrive at the station. She knew Jessica
had already kicked against the it. Jessica was weak and scared,
she never wanted to have anything to do with guns, her distrust
for the cops, but she was in danger, serious danger and she had to
help her. Even if that means going against her wish. D–n Jessica’s
fear and her distrust! Her life was more important.
“Leah, can I see Detective Carl?”
A beautiful young lady, in her early twenties with blonde hair. The
secretary of Carl, replied, “He’s busy right now, I can call him if
you can’t wait.”
Shirley’s face turned from that sweet smile she gave Leah into a
slight frown.
“Call him, it can’t wait. Tell him its me.”
“Yes ma’am.”
Shirley saw her dial a number and heard her talking, she probably
said, “its urgent. . . .Shirley.” She wasn’t sure. She just thought that
she was betraying her bestfriend in the name of helping her.
“Looking beautiful as always,” said Carl, breaking into her
thoughts.
Shirley’s cheeks turned pink. She was embarrassed. Carl made her
that way. He was handsome, with dark hair, a body that any girl
would kill for. She’d always had a soft spot for him. A crush on
him.
“Carl, I didn’t come here for you to flirt with me.” warned Shirley.
“C’mmon, I’m not flirting with you. Just acknowledging how
beautiful you look,” he defended himself.
“Well, thank you. Can we talk now?”
“Sure. Come in.”
Carl started walking and Shirley followed behind. He opened the
door to his office revealing a beautiful room. The wall was
decorated with gold medals, a well planner. There was even a
flower pot on his desk. That amused Shirley.
“Even a man keeps a flower pot in his office?” she raised a brow.
“Its none of your business”, Carl replied feeling a little bit
awkward. “Sit and tell me what you came for?”
She sat. “I don’t want you to tell anyone or make it public, let this
just be between you and I.”
“I can’t promise you anything.”
His reply made her feel weak. Her only way to help Jessica
seemed to have been shattered. She was desperate for help, she
knew that but she wasn’t going to let anything come between her
and Jessica. She never wanted Jessica to know she spoke to a
detective. It all had to be a secret.
A frown. Shirley frowned and gave Carl a serious look. “I’m just
asking you to keep this confidential and nothing else. Just between
you and I.”
“If its all that important, it would be best to make it known so as to
help you get a quick solution,” he protested.
“Carl”, she called his name calmly, “Its so important to me, but I
don’t wanna make it public. Yes, I’m so desperate, but if you can’t
keep it a secret, I better be on my way.”
She stood up to leave.
Carl stopped her. He studied her face hard. He’d never seen her
this worried. Whatever the problem was, she must be willing to do
anything, but not everything. She didn’t want it to go public.
“Sit down”, ordered Carl as he comfortably balanced on his chair
and crossed a strong leg on the other.
Shirley obeyed.
“Tell me everything. It’ll be between us.”
“Thanks.”
Shirley took a deep breath as she told him the whole story. How it
started, who she suspected, how to find them. Make them or him
rather, confess and free Jessica. To get them from tormenting the
frightened innocent girl. She told him of Jessica’s fear, her not
wanting to get involved with the police.
Carl understood it all. Now he knew why Shirley wanted it a secret.
She really valued her friendship.
They agreed to meet up and discuss things later on. They how had
a secret. It would lead to many more. Something Carl always
wanted. So did Shirley. . . . Unknown to them.
**** **** **** ****
Jessica walked into the hospital building looking good, with that
same cheerful smile on her face. Saying hello and giving patients
who were her friends kisses as she kept on walking.
She greeted the receptionist and asked if she had any patients, she
was told no. Jessica told Christabel, the receptionist that she
wasn’t gonna leave and she could see patients. She turned and
walked away.
Few hours later, Jessica began treating some little children that
had bruises on their arms. A blonde little girl shrieked as a result
of the pain.
“Doctor! It hurts.”
“I’m sorry, darling”, replied Jessica soothing her arm, using a soft
tone, “It’ll hurt a little, then it’ll stop.”
“I don’t want it hurting me,” the blonde girl said again, crying.
“It won’t, come here.”
The little girl jumped into Jessica’s arms and put her arms round
her neck, Jessica patted her back.
The door opened. Richmond walked in. With the serious look on
his face, Jessica knew that something wasn’t right. She let go of
the little girl, took her and the rest of the kids out of her office and
instructed them to wait for her.
Richmond didn’t move, he just stood still as Jessica did all she did
with the kids. His behaviour towards her made her worry more and
more.
Silence. There was just silence in the room. No one was willing to
talk. Jessica couldn’t remember doing anything wrong. What does
he want? Why won’t he talk? Jessica was nothing but confused.
She couldn’t stay quiet, she began walking.
Richmond caught her arm. “Where are you going?” he asked.
“What? How dare you ask me that?” Jessica asked, fuming. She
continued, “You came into my office, I was attending to my
patients. Made me send them out and you’re refusing to talk. If you
don’t want to speak to me, you can leave. I have other things to
do.”
Not acknowledging what he made her do and what she had said,
he released her arm. She held on to it as if he’d snatch it again.
“Jessica, you were on leave.”
“Not anymore, I changed my mind.”
“Why? You need rest.”
“As much as I need rest, I need to work. To get my mind off certain
things. Resting won’t get me anywhere. It makes things worse.”
“How do you get to know when you haven’t tried it, huh?”
“I have. It doesn’t work.”
“What about dinner?”
“Told you I won’t come.”
“Told you it was important! I wanted you to meet a friend of mine.”
“I don’t want to. Why should I meet him, huh? Who is he?”
“I just want you to. I won’t take no for an answer.”
“I should think about it shouldn’t I?”
“No,” Rich said. Exhaling, he continued, “Just be there for me,
please.” Giving her a baby look, he took her hands into his,
pressed and kissed them.
“Oh, Rich”, Jessica looked at him with pity. He was used to this,
behaving like a child, an innocent one just to have her say yes. She
couldn’t say no. Couldn’t resist. There was nothing she could do.
“Fine. I’ll go with you.”
A smile lit up his face. He grinned. A big grin just like a child whom
his mother had agreed to something he wants badly. He moved
closer. Gave her a soft kiss on her temple and forehead. “Thank
you, Jess. See you tonight.” was all he said. He walked, left her
staring at his back as he moved.
She sighed, called the children back in and resumed treating ’em.
…..to be continued.WEB OF MISTAKES
EPISODE 3
The night had been so cold and seemed endless. Shirley had been
tossing from one side to the other side of the bed. She couldn’t
sleep, so many things on her mind. Especially about Jessica.
Jessica’s cries, her confusion still replayed in her head like an
audio player.
Sleep just refused to come.
Tired of tossing in bed, Shirely go up, switched on the lights. She
went to get a cup of coffee and decided to distract herself. She got
to her desk, her office in her house and be began going through
some files. She chose to read the one about a couple, who want a
divorce and each of the parent wanted custody of the child.
Reading it was fun, she laughed, smiled, frowned as she went
through it. Suddenly, she recalled something! It had to do with
Jessica.
“Oh no!” she whispered.
**** **** **** ****
“Shirley, can you explain what you’re doing in my house this early?”
asked Jessica frowning. Her hair rumpled from her beauty sleep
and she needed more rest.
“Jess, its so important.” Shirley replied worried.
“Sit down. Shall I get you something to eat?”
“No, thank you. Can I talk?”
“Why do you think someone wants to kill you?”
Jessica wrinkled her nose. “I don’t know. Shirley, please lets not
talk about this.”
Straightening up, Shirley continued. “Your dad did have enemies
while he was alive.”
“Obviously!” shouted Jessica, getting upset.
“Relax, you don’t have to scream. Your dad’s enemies haven’t
been caught. Your dad left you a fortune–”
Jessica didn’t let Shirley finish. “Yes, he did. My other relatives
were upset, they kicked against it. They all wanted to be part of my
father’s will but they weren’t.”
“How was their reaction?”
Taking a deep breath, Jessica started talking, answering Shirley’s
questions truthfully.
“Uncle Simon was so upset, his wife cried, they hoped to get
something from my dad. My mum and Charles were happy for me,
Dominic was too. He recieved something from me.”
“And if you die nw, who’ll get everything?”
“Dominic would, Uncle Simon and his family.”
“And you said that Simon was so upset when your dad left him
nothing?”
“Yes.”
“The person who might want to kill you is one of your relatives.”
“What? You’re out of your mind, Shirley, you don’t know what
you’re saying.”
“Jessica, think about this, you have a lot in your name, you’ve got
money. In our society today, people kill for money. Who else would
benefit from your death if not your relatives? Uncle Simon for
example, was so mad at you, he wanted the money.”
“Oh my God!” exclaimed Jessica dumbfounded. She began to see
reason. “And if I die, he’ll have a reason to claim a part of the
money. He might be the one who wants me dead.”
“Probably. When did you see him last?”
“I don’t know, maybe when father passed away.”
“Where does he live?”
“Faraway at Orlando. I’m scared, so scared.” Jessica was shaking.
Again.
“Don’t be sweetie, I’m here.” They shared a sisterly hug.
**** **** **** ****
Shirley just couldn’t wait to arrive at the station. She knew Jessica
had already kicked against the it. Jessica was weak and scared,
she never wanted to have anything to do with guns, her distrust
for the cops, but she was in danger, serious danger and she had to
help her. Even if that means going against her wish. D–n Jessica’s
fear and her distrust! Her life was more important.
“Leah, can I see Detective Carl?”
A beautiful young lady, in her early twenties with blonde hair. The
secretary of Carl, replied, “He’s busy right now, I can call him if
you can’t wait.”
Shirley’s face turned from that sweet smile she gave Leah into a
slight frown.
“Call him, it can’t wait. Tell him its me.”
“Yes ma’am.”
Shirley saw her dial a number and heard her talking, she probably
said, “its urgent. . . .Shirley.” She wasn’t sure. She just thought that
she was betraying her bestfriend in the name of helping her.
“Looking beautiful as always,” said Carl, breaking into her
thoughts.
Shirley’s cheeks turned pink. She was embarrassed. Carl made her
that way. He was handsome, with dark hair, a body that any girl
would kill for. She’d always had a soft spot for him. A crush on
him.
“Carl, I didn’t come here for you to flirt with me.” warned Shirley.
“C’mmon, I’m not flirting with you. Just acknowledging how
beautiful you look,” he defended himself.
“Well, thank you. Can we talk now?”
“Sure. Come in.”
Carl started walking and Shirley followed behind. He opened the
door to his office revealing a beautiful room. The wall was
decorated with gold medals, a well planner. There was even a
flower pot on his desk. That amused Shirley.
“Even a man keeps a flower pot in his office?” she raised a brow.
“Its none of your business”, Carl replied feeling a little bit
awkward. “Sit and tell me what you came for?”
She sat. “I don’t want you to tell anyone or make it public, let this
just be between you and I.”
“I can’t promise you anything.”
His reply made her feel weak. Her only way to help Jessica
seemed to have been shattered. She was desperate for help, she
knew that but she wasn’t going to let anything come between her
and Jessica. She never wanted Jessica to know she spoke to a
detective. It all had to be a secret.
A frown. Shirley frowned and gave Carl a serious look. “I’m just
asking you to keep this confidential and nothing else. Just between
you and I.”
“If its all that important, it would be best to make it known so as to
help you get a quick solution,” he protested.
“Carl”, she called his name calmly, “Its so important to me, but I
don’t wanna make it public. Yes, I’m so desperate, but if you can’t
keep it a secret, I better be on my way.”
She stood up to leave.
Carl stopped her. He studied her face hard. He’d never seen her
this worried. Whatever the problem was, she must be willing to do
anything, but not everything. She didn’t want it to go public.
“Sit down”, ordered Carl as he comfortably balanced on his chair
and crossed a strong leg on the other.
Shirley obeyed.
“Tell me everything. It’ll be between us.”
“Thanks.”
Shirley took a deep breath as she told him the whole story. How it
started, who she suspected, how to find them. Make them or him
rather, confess and free Jessica. To get them from tormenting the
frightened innocent girl. She told him of Jessica’s fear, her not
wanting to get involved with the police.
Carl understood it all. Now he knew why Shirley wanted it a secret.
She really valued her friendship.
They agreed to meet up and discuss things later on. They how had
a secret. It would lead to many more. Something Carl always
wanted. So did Shirley. . . . Unknown to them.
**** **** **** ****
Jessica walked into the hospital building looking good, with that
same cheerful smile on her face. Saying hello and giving patients
who were her friends kisses as she kept on walking.
She greeted the receptionist and asked if she had any patients, she
was told no. Jessica told Christabel, the receptionist that she
wasn’t gonna leave and she could see patients. She turned and
walked away.
Few hours later, Jessica began treating some little children that
had bruises on their arms. A blonde little girl shrieked as a result
of the pain.
“Doctor! It hurts.”
“I’m sorry, darling”, replied Jessica soothing her arm, using a soft
tone, “It’ll hurt a little, then it’ll stop.”
“I don’t want it hurting me,” the blonde girl said again, crying.
“It won’t, come here.”
The little girl jumped into Jessica’s arms and put her arms round
her neck, Jessica patted her back.
The door opened. Richmond walked in. With the serious look on
his face, Jessica knew that something wasn’t right. She let go of
the little girl, took her and the rest of the kids out of her office and
instructed them to wait for her.
Richmond didn’t move, he just stood still as Jessica did all she did
with the kids. His behaviour towards her made her worry more and
more.
Silence. There was just silence in the room. No one was willing to
talk. Jessica couldn’t remember doing anything wrong. What does
he want? Why won’t he talk? Jessica was nothing but confused.
She couldn’t stay quiet, she began walking.
Richmond caught her arm. “Where are you going?” he asked.
“What? How dare you ask me that?” Jessica asked, fuming. She
continued, “You came into my office, I was attending to my
patients. Made me send them out and you’re refusing to talk. If you
don’t want to speak to me, you can leave. I have other things to
do.”
Not acknowledging what he made her do and what she had said,
he released her arm. She held on to it as if he’d snatch it again.
“Jessica, you were on leave.”
“Not anymore, I changed my mind.”
“Why? You need rest.”
“As much as I need rest, I need to work. To get my mind off certain
things. Resting won’t get me anywhere. It makes things worse.”
“How do you get to know when you haven’t tried it, huh?”
“I have. It doesn’t work.”
“What about dinner?”
“Told you I won’t come.”
“Told you it was important! I wanted you to meet a friend of mine.”
“I don’t want to. Why should I meet him, huh? Who is he?”
“I just want you to. I won’t take no for an answer.”
“I should think about it shouldn’t I?”
“No,” Rich said. Exhaling, he continued, “Just be there for me,
please.” Giving her a baby look, he took her hands into his,
pressed and kissed them.
“Oh, Rich”, Jessica looked at him with pity. He was used to this,
behaving like a child, an innocent one just to have her say yes. She
couldn’t say no. Couldn’t resist. There was nothing she could do.
“Fine. I’ll go with you.”
A smile lit up his face. He grinned. A big grin just like a child whom
his mother had agreed to something he wants badly. He moved
closer. Gave her a soft kiss on her temple and forehead. “Thank
you, Jess. See you tonight.” was all he said. He walked, left her
staring at his back as he moved.
She sighed, called the children back in and resumed treating ’em.
…..to be continued.

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