Afraid to Love
Episode 93
Sighting the picture weakened her. She stiffened and let her mouth drop. This was bad, really bad.
He finally got to see it. That wasn’t of concern to her. He had absolutely nothing to prove with that picture. Only that it reminded her of the $lap she got from that wtch. It got her angrier, she so much wanted to have her revenge. She was going to get it – take Jeremy away from her.
“Its….” she tried to find the right words to use, “What does it look like to you? Its a picture,” she stood up and fearlessly faced him, “A picture,” she repeated, placing more emphasis on her words.
“From what I can remember, you and Purity are not friends. You have not met her before. Tell me what this is about,” he firmly demanded.
It was happening again. Her head suddenly began spinning. It was gonna fall apart. She heard voices in her head. It was not she talking. They were speaking to her.
‘Let him call you Purity.’
‘Its your right to be his Purity.’
‘You deserve to be his wife.’
It was getting too much. She couldn’t take it anymore. She wasn’t going to bear it. It wasn’t her favourite thing – to listen to so many voices at the same time. It was simply unbearable.
She shut her eyes, positioned both hands on her ears, covering them. She had to stop hearing those things. They were going to drive her crazy. Make her batty. “Shut up!” she yelled, hysterically. “I know! You don’t have to remind me. Stop it!”
Jeremy scrutinized her fuzzily. “Are you okay?”
That seemed to do the trick. The voiced stopped abruptly. She gazed at Jeremy, spitefully, “So what? What if you don’t know anything? Talk to her, I don’t go around telling people about pictures.” She folded her arms.
Jeremy exhaled deeply. It was of no use speaking to her. She’d never admit to her crime neither was she going to reveal the truth. Ernest had warned her not to. She willingly obeyed. “Keep it all to yourself. I’m outta here.”
“No!” she shouted. “You can’t leave me here. You… are my future husband. I’m leaving with you.” She was determined to do so. Then, they’d never return.
Jeremy ignored her. He wasn’t quite sure if the Tricia he once had a relationship was before his very eyes. She was different – dressed up, disguising herself as another woman. It was unlike her to be so desperate. She was simply strange. Very unlike her. He sighed once more and turned his back on her.
“Don’t you dare snub me,” she warned. “I need you.” The voices – they were gonna come back. Torment her if she didn’t do anything. It was fuzzy to her why she heard those things. They make her do things she never wanted to do. “Jeremy, please,” she implored.
He looked at her over his shoulder. “What you’re telling me to do is impossible. Move on with your life,” he admonished.
Tricia shook her head. “I. . . I . . . can’t,” she stammered, her hands trembling. “They’ll come back. They’ll……,” she muttered incoherent words, filled with anxiety.
His interest was pricked. He cocked a brow. “Who’ll come back?” he asked, turning to face her. “Who?” he repeated.
She met his gaze. All her confidence was drowning away from her. She could feel it slipping out of her fingers. “The….the,” she stopped. It wouldn’t be right to tell him anything.
In a jiffy, she dropped to the ground. “Make me yours,” she whispered. “Let me be yours. Become mine. Jeremy, I can never live without you. Please,” she bowed her head. “Forget about her. I’ll always be here for you. Let me become her,” she begged, desperately.
Jeremy held a scorn on his face. He looked at her with disgust. “You’re pathetic.” He shuffled out of the living room. “This isn’t Tricia Cayson,” he thought to himself.
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“The doctor, right?” the officer on casual wear said to Allan, seated across him. His eyes were buried on the papaers he held.
“Yes, I am.” Allan answered. “And I guess you’re Myles. Detective Myles.”
Myles smirked, raising his head to have a clearer view of this doctor. “You are late.”
“It wasn’t easy getting here nor finding you,” Allan said, rubbing his forehead.
“Hmm.” Detective Myles scoffed. “Quite a good evidence you’ve got here.”
Allan sighed. “Common, lets get going. I don’t want any of my friends in trouble.”
“They are already in trouble. I bet Darren can take care of himself. How about lover boy?”
“I dind’t come here for you to give me a lecture.” Allan retorted, feeling snaky.
“Then why are you here?” Myles asked, frowning.
“Following the instructions of a detective,” he shot up a brow and made a face.
“Alright, alright,” Myles lifted his hands up. “Lets get to business.”
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