Myra.
When I finally come around, I was lying in a room painted all white, harsh sunlight streams through the window and on the other side, the branches of a trees scrape onto the window, trying hard to push into the room. Like it was trying it best to wake me up from my nightmare. The one that I had dreamt about and it later became a reality to me.
Streams of tears began to fall down my eyes as I tried hard to get rid of the nutritional drip attached to my body. “You are finally awake.” A masculine voice said, standing up to me.
Despite being held down and my mind is in turmoil, I could recognize the voice of the person, it was Alpha Clarke. “He killed Kyle, my step father killed him.” I cried out. Clear image of how I had met Gus pressing hard on my poor boy until he couldn’t breathe
