SPECIE OF LOVE

"MISOPROSTOL"

*Chapter 11 — Ava’s POV*

I sluggishly stood up. Heaven knows I’m tired.

“Hey, you know what? I’ll accompany you there,” Marie said commandingly.

I smiled back at her.

“What’s funny?” she asked, annoyed.

“My mommy,” I said, still smiling.

I went to the closet and picked a dress from my bag, but everything just felt frustrating. I poured out all my clothes, angry at no one in particular.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay,” Marie patted me.

She bent down, took a shirt and shorts, pulled my sneakers from the rack, grabbed a face cap, and dragged me to the dressing room.

“Just change into this. You need something comfortable.”

I snatched everything from her.

Fifteen minutes later, I came out looking like an 18-year-old girl going for a picnic. I didn’t even care. I removed my face cap, fixed my wig, and put it back on.

Marie followed me to the gate. She’d already ordered a ride. I hopped in and we left.

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*Damien’s POV*

I sat on my couch feeling dejected. I just wanted Ava’s touch. I missed her perfume on my body. I missed the way she says _Damien_.

“Hey, what are you thinking about?” Josh shouted and hit me hard.

I snapped back to reality.

“Hey Josh, when did you get here?”

“I’ve been here for the past fifteen minutes. What’s up with you?” he asked, inquiring.

“I miss her, Josh. I miss her,” I said amidst tears. “I shouldn’t have recorded the video. Oh God, I miss her touch. I miss her smile. I know I told her I would give her space, but God knows I’m going crazy right now. She’s driving me crazy.”

I broke down in tears.

“Hey, be a man. Anyone could walk in. I can only imagine what you’re going through ‘cos I don’t know how it feels. Just calm down,” he said reassuringly.

“Should I just call her?” I asked like a child who wants to play in the rain.

“You can… try…”

I didn’t even let him finish. I dialed her number straight.

She picked.

I stood up immediately.

“Hey Ava, please don’t hang up.”

“Hmm hmm,” I was trying to hide my shaky voice.

“Hey Boss, my billionaire boo. I don’t want to flatter myself too much by thinking you’re crying because of me,” she said, flirting.

“Are you flirting with me?” I asked, smiling underneath.

“I can feel your smile, Damien,” she said lovingly.

Something in me bubbled up. She just called my name.

She continued, “I don’t know where this is going to lead, but I want to say this even if it’s going to be the last time…”

“What?” I asked, afraid.

“I LOVE YOU,” she said.

I could hear her tears dripping down.

“I LOVE YOU MORE,” I said, as if reassuring her everything would be alright.

She hung up the call.

“It’s okay, man. It’s going to be alright, man,” Josh patted me.

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*Ava’s POV*

I stepped into the palace.

It was indeed a palace. Bigger than Damien’s own.

A man ushered me in. I read the tag on his shirt: _Philip Emmanuel, Chief Housekeeper_.

He showed me a seat and clapped. Immediately, a lady in uniform brought me wine.

“Please kindly wait for MRS COLE. She would be here in a second,” he said.

“Thank you,” I replied.

Immediately, I heard the elevator sound. I was definitely going to see the EMPRESS.

O God.

Then my nauseousness started again, and it came with dizziness this time.

She walked majestically towards me. Isabella is looking elegant and flawless as usual.

They both sat across from me.

Mrs. Cole told me to sit.

She started.

“Ava Williams, is that correct?”

“Yes, ma,” I said in the most respectful manner ever.

“Okay, so this would be quick. I guess you’ve seen my daughter here before, but courtesy demands an introduction. So Ava, meet Isabella George, the fiancée to Damien Cole, and she is carrying the heir of the COLE DYNASTY.”

I remained mute.

“And Isabella, darling,” she said, smiling, “meet the PA of your husband, Ava.”

“Hello, ma,” I said.

She only rolled her eyes in return.

Mrs. Cole started again.

“Now listen, and listen carefully, Ava. The scandal between you and Damien should never occur again. Else, your mom’s life would be used as a cleansing instrument. Am I clear?” she said commandingly.

“Yes, ma,” I answered, shaking profusely and trying to beat this nauseousness away.

“Now take this,” she stretched a check towards me.

I read it.

$10 million.

I shouted.

They both laughed at me. They must have thought of me as a pauper, and oh yes I am, ‘cos who dashes someone this kind of money just like that?

“Take that and leave my son and her husband.”

I stood up, gave her the check, and said respectfully, “I don’t need the money and I would leave your son.”

She stretched another one.

I opened it, and it was my visa and passport.

“Travel far away and never come back.”

_This would do,_ I said to myself.

I collected it and put it in my bag.

As I wanted to look them in the face, the dizziness hit me hard and I fainted.

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I woke up the next day on a hospital bed.

I managed to sit down.

Then MRS COLE, ISABELLA, AND THE DOCTOR came in.

“Take this,” he handed over a small covered bottle. Drugs were in it.

“Ah, I know this drug. My friend has it,” I said.

He winked at both the women. I don’t know why, and for some reason I don’t even want to know why.

“Take your medication morning and night as prescribed. I’ll ask my driver to drop you home.”

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I opened the door to Marie’s house and bang, I found him sleeping on the couch.

Marie walked out of the kitchen to the living room.

“Hey, you’re here,” she whispered.

“Yeah. And what is HE doing here?” I whispered also.

“He’s been here since yesterday. He said he’d wait for you. I don’t even know how he got my address,” she said.

“Duh, he’s DAMIEN COLE. He definitely has his ways.”

“Well, I’m cooking. Let me go check,” she left.

I tapped him twice and whispered, “Damien.”

He opened his eyes, and as soon as he saw mine, he flew up.

He started brushing his hands through my face. Tears filled his eyes. I’ve seen him cry a lot of times now and I don’t want it again, I said to myself.

“Ava,” he said, broken.

He held my face.

I started touching him too. Gosh, I missed his straight face, his jaw, his neckline.

Then I lost my control.

I kissed him.

He didn’t want to kiss me back. He was trying to resist the fact that he definitely wants my body.

He touched me. He kissed my neck and I moaned softly. I missed him.

We kissed for a while, then I stopped him.

“You should go now,” I said, buttoning his shirt and romancing his chest simultaneously.

“No,” he said like he’s possessed.

“No, you have to go,” I touched his hair. “I need rest, Damien. I’d call you, okay?”

He didn’t listen. He was just holding my waist tight and touching my boobs.

I smiled and gently removed his hands. I went straight to the door and opened it.

He got to me.

“This is the second time. I won’t go the third time,” he said, and kissed me and left.

_There won’t be any third time,_ I said to myself and wiped the tears burning down my cheeks.

Marie came out and consoled me.

She asked how it went and I explained all.

“Daughter of Jezebel!”

“But I still think you should tell Damien though.”

I nodded in disapproval. I sat on the couch he laid on and touched it like he was still there.

She went back to the kitchen.

I remembered the drug in my bag. I brought it out and placed it on the table. It was the same with Marie’s own.

_There’s no pregnancy, thank GOD. The doctor would have found out when he tested me. Mrs. Cole isn’t a bad person after all. She asked that my bills be added to her tab. This drug is the same with Marie’s own. Maybe it was just typhoid disturbing me._

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An hour later, we ate and finished.

“Oh, my drug is finished,” Marie lamented.

I smiled.

“Well, I just brought in new ones. The doctor gave me. It’s the same.”

She thanked me and went for the drugs. She used it.

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45 minutes later, she started complaining of severe stomach ache. She started crying and rolling in pain. I got scared and rushed her to the hospital.

There was no news from the doctor yet.

“O God please heal her. You are the healer of every infirmity. Matthew 7:7 says, ‘Ask and it shall be given, knock and it shall be opened, seek and ye shall find.’ Lord please, I’m asking now, I’m seeking now, I’m knocking now. Lord, she’s the only one I’ve got aside You, my parents, and my siblings. Lord please help her,” I cried and prayed.

Right there and then, I turned a pastor, a prayer warrior. Like for real, I just quoted a Bible verse which was a memory verse for me when I was ten or six then.

Even the nurses were shocked and could only say Amen.

Not long after, the doctor came out of the ward and asked for me to follow him to his office.

“How could you have allowed her use abortion pills even when she isn’t pregnant? Even though she saw the symptoms, all you could have at least done is buy a pregnancy kit and run a test, or even come to the hospital at least. I had to quickly run an operation on her. She could have died. Her system reacted badly to the drugs,” he said angrily.

“No, Doctor Michael. She doesn’t have the pregnancy symptoms or even an abortion. She took her drugs. The one she was using finished, but I brought new ones, and that has been her drug since and it has never reacted this way, sir,” I said, afraid.

“What drug is that?” he asked.

“Typhoid, sir,” I said.

“Can you bring the drugs to me please?” he asked.

I rushed home, brought the drug to him, and he sent it to the laboratory.

About an hour later, the result came out.

“Hmm,” he started. “The bottle is that of typhoid medications, but the drug in it destroys the womb completely, not only aborts a child. God saved her. Her womb wasn’t affected.”

“Thank GOD,” I said loudly.

“Thanks, doctor. We would be more cautious next time,” I said, standing up.

“If you want the case taken to court, I would be here as a witness. ‘Cos what quack of a doctor mistakes *misoprostol* for typhoid medications and even packs it in the bottle?” he said angrily.

“Thanks, sir. I really appreciate, but there would be no need for a case. And besides, mistake happens every time,” I said convincingly.

“Well, deadly mistakes are meant to be avoided. But it’s fine if you don’t want any case. But I’m just letting you know I’m here if you need help,” he said reassuringly.

“Can I go see her now?” I asked.

“Yes, you can.”

I dragged my feet to her ward.

My friend was lying helpless on the bed for my own mistake.

_Am I really pregnant? Did Mrs. Cole know and plan with the doctor to abort my baby? Was it really a deadly mistake?_

These were questions that ran through my mind as I looked at my friend.

_Would she really forgive me and not think I betrayed her at the expense of her life?_

*Find out in Chapter 12.*

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