IN NEED OF HIS LOVE

CHAPTER 3

As the policemen walked back to their car, they couldn't shake off the feeling of sadness that had settled in their hearts. They had seen many tragic cases in their line of duty, but there was something about this young girl's story that tugged at their emotions.

"She's just a child," one of the policemen said, breaking the silence. "Losing someone is hard enough for an adult, but for a child... it's just heartbreaking."

The other policeman nodded in agreement. "I know. I've seen cases where the loss of a loved one has driven adults to the brink of madness. Imagine what it must be like for a child, who's still trying to make sense of the world."

They got into their car, started the engine, and drove away, leaving behind a young girl who was struggling to come to terms with a loss that seemed too great to bear. As they disappeared into the distance, the only sound was the echo of the girl's sobs, a heartbreaking reminder of the pain and suffering that she was enduring.

Tyson pulled into the yard in his sleek Mercedes Benz, his eyes scanning the surroundings as he parked the car. He stepped out, his brow furrowed with concern as he took in the sight of the police car driving away.

What were the police doing here? He felt a surge of worry as he quickened his pace towards the house. He had been checking in on her regularly, making sure she was doing okay, but he had no idea the police had been involved.

As he approached the door, he could hear the sound of sobbing coming from inside. His heart sank, and his concern turned to alarm. What had happened? He knocked on the door, his voice gentle but urgent. "Hey, are you okay? What's going on?"

As the door swung open, Tyson's eyes locked onto Praise's tear-stained face. He could see the pain and sadness etched on her features, and his heart went out to her. He quickly closed the distance between them, his long strides eating up the space.

"Praise, what's wrong?" he asked, his voice low and gentle. He could see that she had been crying, and he wanted to know what had caused her so much distress. He reached out a hand, hesitating for a moment before gently brushing away a stray tear from her cheek.

The concern on his face was palpable, and Praise felt a lump form in her throat as she looked up at him. She tried to speak, but the words caught in her throat. All she could do was shake her head, feeling the tears well up again.

Tyson's arms enveloped her, holding her close as she sobbed uncontrollably. He didn't try to silence her or offer empty words of comfort; instead, he let her cry, letting the emotions wash over her. His shirt became damp with her tears, but he didn't flinch, his focus solely on providing a safe and comforting space for her to express her pain.

As she cried, he stroked her hair, his touch gentle and soothing. He whispered soft words of reassurance, his voice a calming balm to her frayed emotions. "It's okay, Praise. I'm here. You're not alone."

He didn't want to take her to his home, but this situation leaves him with no choice. He knows she is still mourning and want her space but he can't leave her alone in this state.

"Let's go" he says after Praise has calmed down. They are both sitting on the bed but after saying let's go he stands up reaching out for her hand.

Praise looked up at him, her eyes still red and puffy from crying. She seemed hesitant, unsure of what to do. But as she looked into Tyson's concerned face, she knew she couldn't refuse him. She nodded slowly, and he helped her up from the bed.

As they walked out of the house, Tyson kept a gentle hold on her hand, making sure she was steady on her feet. Praise didn't say a word, but she didn't pull away either. She seemed to be in a daze, still reeling from the events of the day.

Tyson led her to his car, opening the door for her and helping her in. As he got in behind the wheel, he glanced over at her, making sure she was okay. "We'll get through this," he said softly, before starting the engine and pulling away from the curb.

As they drove to Bellville, Praise gazed out the window, her mind still reeling from the events of the day. Tyson glanced over at her occasionally, making sure she was okay.

After a while, Praise turned to him, a hint of curiosity in her voice. "Tyson, why are we taking this route? I thought we were going to your house?"

Tyson's eyes flicked to the rearview mirror before returning to the road. "I'm taking you to my mom's place," he said gently. "She lives in Bellville. I think it's better if you stay with her for a while."

Praise's eyebrows furrowed in surprise, but she didn't press the issue. She seemed to accept Tyson's decision, and they continued driving in silence.

After a while, they arrived at a cozy-looking house in a quiet neighborhood. Tyson smiled as he pulled into the driveway. "We're here," he said, turning off the engine.

He got out of the car and came around to help Praise out. As they walked towards the house, the front door opened, and a warm smile greeted them. "Tyson, darling!" his mother exclaimed, opening her arms for a hug.

Tyson hugged his mother tightly, then turned to Praise. "Mom, this is Praise," he said, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "She's going to be staying with us for a while."

His mother's eyes widened with concern as she took in Praise's tear-stained face. But then her expression softened, and she opened her arms to Praise. "Welcome, dear," she said, enveloping Praise in a warm hug. "You're safe now. We'll take care of you."

"You will tell me later what happened neh?, I have to go. Bye" he says and rush out.