Episode 67
By: Eunice Nwodu Ifunanya
……Rissa’s pov……
Fear hit me like icy water as Mykel was taken from me. My hands and dress was covered In blood and mom kept dragging me away while I tried holding on persistently.
They’re taking him away. To the emergency room of course but I still felt like a part of me was been ripped off despite my protests.
He wasn’t breathing! An alarm rang in my mind.
My Mykel wasn’t breathing when we arrived.
Worry snaked through me as mom sat me down on a bench forcefully.
I was barely able to breath with hot tears gathering beneath my eyeballs.
“Rissa! Look at you. You’re covered in blood. What on earth are you doing in Korea???” She fired tapping her hands ruefully on the bench.
She had gone on her knees in order for her to see my face since I was gawking at the floor.
“Mom—” I whispered, disintegrated.
“Whatever your excuse is, will be heard as soon as we get back to America because we are leaving this instant!” She simmered with anger.
“No, mom! I’m not going anywhere. I’ll sit here till the doctors step out—”
I swallowed my words the second an earsplitting slap went across my cheek snapping my neck sideways.
The feeling was new and agitating. This is the first time she’s ever hitting me.
After eighteen years, why now and here??
At a time like this that all I can think about is Mykel???
“He is not who I thought he was. He was handling a gun, for peace sake! He could have killed us. I can’t let someone dangerous close to you, Rissa” She melted pathetically as drops of tears released from her pale eyes.
“You thought he was a saint when you had him released? Seriously, mom?? He was a prisoner. You should have known that he must have been exposed to a life of crime but that doesn’t matter anymore because I’m not gonna leave him. He can be the worst person on earth but I won’t let him go easily. Not like this…” I disclosed as my throat thickened with sobs.
She stared at me quietly like was fuming with rage.
*Let her stay, Leah* A voice spoke gently and we turned to see Dad leaning against the wall.
“Mr Frosh didn’t make it. I’m just done talking to the police and coincidentally, Mr Frosh is a wanted criminal – dead or alive so Mykel won’t be charged for killing him” He added and mom got up from the floor.
“Why should she stay?” She asked arms folded.
“Because we owe Mykel our lives. He risked his for us. He’s in there right now fighting for his life” He replied mutely.
“He could have killed Rissa when he pointed his gun at Frosh…I don’t know but he’s no longer safe for our daughter”.
“Yes, he is. He won’t hurt her and besides, he will make her happy. Something we can’t offer her” He said and whispered the last part.
I sighed and dropped my head on my thighs.
I just wanted him. Is It just too much to ask?
I thought I hated him for real but a huge part of me couldn’t forget him.
This isn’t the childhood attachment.
This is my most recent choice and I’m making it for myself.
He made it clear he loves me and I love him more.
“Daddy, Mykel wasn’t breathing” I muttered and he arched his brows.
“What? That…that’s not possible. He can’t die. If he was dead, the doctor would have announced that immediately they entered the emergency room” He remarked..
“If Mykel dies, that’s the end of their family. He’s the only one alive…” Mom added and it made me feel worse.
I would switch places with him if I had a chance to. I rather be In there with a bullet wound.
“Mom, why did you both leave Mykel after his parents died? You didn’t fight hard enough for him. You let him go to jail and stay for three years, what really happened?” I asked calmly and they exchanged glances.
“Rissa…it’s not like that” Mom remarked and dad sighed.
“Sweetheart, we had so much on our hands. The social service took him and handed him over to a foster home. I’ll admit, we were selfish and abruptly forgot about him. We just had too much on our mind” Dad answered and I scoffed.
“I’m not buying that! You have just one child. Why can’t you add just another one?? There’s another reason and you’re not telling me that” i groused and the look on their face transformed to nervousness.
The door to the emergency room opened and a Korean doctor stepped out wearing a nose mask and bloody gloves. He removed them immediately he was close enough.
I j.erked up instantly in readiness to hear from him.
“Please, sir and madam, I would like to have a word with you in my office” He said.
“What about Mykel? How is he???” I queried panicky.
He glanced at me and began taking off his nose mask.
Fear splintered my heart as he did this.
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