4 Lucy

Doctor Timothy was not even out of his car when Bella literarily jumped out of the house, stuttering. She was pointing, jumping and screaming at the same time, fear written all over her tears stricken face. Without even hearing anything from her, Raymond raced inside, dragging the doctor along. He grew pale when he saw the girl jerking. Doctor T pressed her chest, trying to stabilize her. He pressed and pressed for several seconds which seemed like forever but the girl was still unstable. Ray instantly knew that this sight would haunt his dreams for a long time. The girl became still and he closed his eyes. To say he was frightened would be an understatement. Bella held on to him, putting her face on his chest, shivering. He held her, knowing that this must be really terrifying for her too.

"Tell me. She is not dead, is she?" He whispered, his eyes closed.

He heard nothing apart from the voice of the sobbing girl in his arms. He opened his eyes slowly, his heart racing.

"I never knew you to be this fearful. The girl lives, but she is very weak and may not survive. We need to take her to the hospital. The gadgets and machines in the hospital can help to a certain extent if she would survive this. She is stronger than she looks to be alive now. This cut is deep and she has lost so much blood" he said thoughtfully. "You can tell me how you came about her later on."

Carefully removing Bella's arms, Ray strode forward, his eyes fixed on the girl. Bella had been able to remove mud from her face though it still seemed dirty. That notwithstanding, she had the whitest skin Ray had ever seen; paler than pale. He had to admit that the mud and pain she was in was involved in making her look so pale but that notwithstanding, she was still exceedingly fair. All these thoughts flashed through his mind within splits of seconds. He bent to carry her but the doctor stopped him, going over to carry her himself, applying less force and more care, as expected of a doctor. Bella ran to her room and grabbed one of her gowns. She hadn't finished cleaning her up, not to mention change her clothes, when the girl started jerking wildly. She hadn't seen a corpse before and right now, she was feeling like she had just seen one, even though the girl was not dead.

Rushing through the sitting room, Doctor Timothy stared unbelievably at Tinka. How could someone be so heartless and unconcerned, showing no care as they struggled with a human being's life? Minding his business, he hurried past her to the car. Raymond ran to the room, picked his wallet, car keys and his ATM card, and ran out of the room. He had forgotten that Tinka existed and seeing her in the sitting room, still foaming with anger, made his blood boil. "There are some times I am sad I proposed to you Tinka, and there are other times I am really, really sad that I ever had anything to do with you. How can you be so selfish and senseless that you shut your eyes against an innocent girl in danger?" He asked bewildered.

She jerked up. "To start with, you never asked for my help, instead, you asked for the help of your stupid maid. I could have helped, instead, what did you do? You pushed me away like a piece of thrash. You are not leaving this house until you apologize for what you did" she went to block the doorway again.

Ray advanced towards her. "If you don't leave my front now, I would forget my policy about not hitting a woman and hit you so hard that you would need the help of a doctor to recuperate."

The light burned in his eyes and she knew that he would do it without thinking twice. She left the doorway and he rushed out. He asked Bella to come along with them because he could not begin to imagine what Tinka would do to the poor girl if she stayed alone with her. Besides, he really needed the company.

The anger in Fred's eyes was deadly as he picked up the knife and started pursuing Lucy. They ran for some time, with Lucy ahead and Fred behind but as time went on, the gap between them became closer. Fear crept up Lucy's face and she started increasing her speed even though she was becoming exhausted. Fred saw this and ran even faster, a devilish grin on his face.

In her haste to escape with her life, Lucy ran carelessly, hitting her legs several times. She hit her leg on a big stone and toppled to the ground. She let out a cry of pain, looking around desperately in the darkness, trying to see if someone could help her, but found none. Fred towered over her, brandishing the knife in a frightening manner. Lucy looked at him with pleading eyes but he only smiled evilly, almost like he was possessed. With a shout of victory, he brought down the knife.

Mrs. Mbabazi let out an ear-deafening scream, jerking from her lying position to a sitting position. Mr. Mbabazi jumped up in fright, as he heard his wife's scream. "My baby, my baby…" she said continuously, as her husband wrapped his arms around her.

She whimpered and shook with velocity. "What is it dear?"

"My baby, my Lucy, my baby" she said over and over again. "Calm down. It is just a dream." He said to her.

She left his arms, turning her face to look at him. "It is not just a dream. Someone wants to kill my baby. I can feel it here" she pounded the left side of her chest. "When he was about to stab her with the knife, I woke up. Ken, I told you before we slept that I was feeling somehow restless and now this; I know when God is giving me a sign. I am a mother" she almost yelled.

Ken understood his wife perfectly. Her dreams are not to be taken likely at all because almost all of them turn out to be a reality, whether good or bad. He swallowed hard as he took his phone from the bedside table and dialed his daughter's number. Peluce shivered and Ken drew her into his arms. He kissed her forehead as he waited. The phone went through and Ken released the breath he had been holding, but when the phone was not answered, he became worried. He dialed again and again but no answer came. Tears spilled over Peluce's face as she looked at her husband. The time was 1:35 am, and they would have assumed that she was too deep in her sleep to answer the call. It was a logical explanation but they both knew Lucy to be a very light sleeper. A slight movement beside Lucy is enough to rouse her from sleep.

Guarding his own worries, Ken faced his wife with a straight face. "Don't jump to conclusions now Peluce, kneel down and let us pray."