chapter six

Chapter 6

"Dad, pick up! pick up!" heather paced around the room.

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"Dad, if you can hear me, I just wanted to let you know that, mum needs you. just come see her one last time dad."

heather broke down on the couch. "I can't believe dad would be this cold. I thought he loved mum, I thought he loved us."

" Hello, Mr Joshua? please I know you're my dad's assistant and good friend. can you please tell me where my dad is?"

"I'm sorry I can't, heather."

"why not? "

"your father Personally, instructed me not to tell you anything or else, I'll loose my job."

" please, Mr. Joshua. I beg of you, you really have to do this for me for my mum. she's already on her sick bed and God knows when she's going to die.."

" please, heather. bear with me."

"imagine if your wife was on her sick bed, and she requested your presence. will you deprive her of this one last wish. I beg you Mr Joshua, just do this for us and let my mother die a peaceful death."

"ohkay heather. this is the least I can do. Tomorrow, golden gate hotel. 7:00 am sharp. I hope this helps, and he hung up."

"wait... Mr josh.... Joshua. what I'm I supposed to do there. please, answer__"

he hung up. "how am I supposed to get the answer now. I guess I'll have to go there tomorrow."

"Golden gate hotel, this must be it." she looked at the paper on her hands. it was seven o'clock and she wanted to make sure she arrived just in time to get her family together.

"uhmm... good morning miss, please I'm looking for the room of a Mr George Martin." heather told the receptionist.

"sorry ma'am, we don't give out information to strangers."

"No..miss. I'm not a stranger. in fact, Mr. Martin is my dad. I'm looking for him ma'am, it's a life or death situation."

" I'm sorry. I still can't help you."

"I am asking you for my father's room and you're not willing to answer me. do you know who I am? our company is one of the biggest share holders of this hotel yet, you're treating me like a common guest. I could make you loose your job in a twinkle of an eye."

" I'm sorry ma'am, I didn't know. Mr Martin floor is on the third, Room 195."

"whatever," heather said as she handed her the spare key.

"I'm sorry for the inconvenience ma." She further apologized.

heather gave her a cold look. "No problems."

" Room 195....room 195. She went up the elevator. okay, room 195. where are you hiding?" There it is!

she slowly opened the door, a lot of questions running through her head. why will father ditch mum like she wasn't a part of the family. she would scold him and make him realize his mistakes. If only dad would actually stay with mum right now, maybe she won't be feeling this way.

"Dad!!! what do you think you're doing? "heather screamed as she witnessed the most gruesome sight ever. her dad with Mrs Chloe, having sex.

"Dad why?" why would you do this dad, heather asked, tears flowing down her cheeks. "Mum's busy battling with the last days of her life and you're here having multiple orgasms with this whore."

" Heather, heather.... I can explain," her father replied, trying to cover his already exposed body. it's not my fault heather, what did you expect me to do?

George, are you coming back to bed. Chloe said, interrupting my dad.

Shut up! you Chloe or whatever they call you.

Or..Else what? she eyed me.

I clenched my hands, to stop me from Inflicting any injuries on that woman.

Dad, let's go.

Her dad stood there frozen like a statue, unable to move.

I said, LET'S GO!!! why aren't you going anywhere dad. I tried pushing him.

I....I.. Can't... I can't. he just muttered.

why? is it because of that whore. I pointed at Chloe.

uhmmm, for your information heather. This whore is carrying your father's child.

Chloe interjected.

Dad, you can't be serious. you're willing to stay and father this bastard. yet, you leave your wife alone in the hospital bed to suffer. That does it, I'm going to kill this woman.

Heather pounded on Chloe and pulled her hair. who cares about her pregnancy, certainly not me.

Im going to make sure you pay, heather grunted. you're not going to leave here alive.

George.... George... help me, she's going to kill our child.

Her dad tried separating the two women, till he finally reached a flower vase, and broke it on heather's head.

Aaaaahh....she let down a scream before falling down.

Da... dad... why? heather slowly muttered as, blood flowed from her head.