His little obsession

Chapter3

Jamie waited in front of the three-storey building………… He had been waiting for a while now and his man had still not come down. He decided to wait for five more minutes before going up to get him. When the five minutes were over he told his driver to wait in the car as he went up to the second floor of the building in an elevator. When Jamie got upstairs he found that the door to the apartment was slightly ajar. And he pushed it open to let himself in. He looked around the unfamiliar room and was convinced that he had entered the wrong apartment. He was about to leave when his eyes caught the figure of a woman lying carelessly on the floor, her deep brown hair sprawled around her. Jamie moved closer to take a closer look at her and he immediately knew she wasn't just sleeping. Her pulse was weak, she had fainted without thinking Jamie carried her on his shoulder to the elevator and down to the car. He instructed the driver to drive to the nearest hospital they could find around. They got to the hospital late at night and she was admitted. The doctor told Jamie that she fainted as a result of shock and also narcotics had been found in her system but she was going to be fine. Jamie wondered how a beautiful girl such as her could be so foolish as to take narcotics to the point where it almost killed her. She was a young girl, probably younger than Janice and she wanted to ruin her life like this? Jamie judged her in his mind. The doctor asked that Jamie stay until she regained consciousness mistaking him for her boyfriend. She apologized when Jamie corrected her. But he still waited for her to regain consciousness because he wanted to know how she had gotten into something so complicated like drugs at such a young age. He couldn't sleep as he was uncomfortable on the hospital couch and how could he sleep when the stranger he brought to the hospital still hadn't regained consciousness. He walked up to her to check if she was still breathing. She was. He tossed and turned on the couch till he later pulled the duvet over his head and slept off. Jamie woke up to find the girl staring at him. She looked confused like she knew him and was trying to find out where she knew him from. “Good morning”, Jamie said rising from the couch. “good morning”. Jamie walked to the bathroom to wash his face. When he came out, a nurse was in the room serving the girl breakfast. When she left the girl spoke. “the doctor said you brought me here, thank you”, she said slowly. “what is your name?”, Jamie asked studying her face. “Myra, Myra Addams”, she said. “you must be the delivery guy right? You found me unconscious when you delivered my food and brought me here right?” Was she mad? How could he be the delivery guy? Was he so underdressed or hadn't she seen a tie around his neck, do delivery men go about riding bikes dressed like this? he thought. “I'm right, you're the delivery guy, you are so kind”, she said again. She reached for her pocket pulled out a fifty-dollar note and gave it to him with a smile. He took it and put it in his shirt pocket. “why were you taking narcotics?” he asked her. “I take them to feel relaxed from stress”, she lied. Jamie could not believe his ears. She took drugs? Wow. He was already getting irritated. “But you do know they are not good for you, right?”.” yes”, she replied munching her food not wanting him to dwell on the topic. The drugs had damaged her brain. He took his coat” I should leave now”, he said looking at her with cold eyes. “Yes you should”, she replied not looking at him. She knew he was judging her. He left the room and slammed the door.

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Myra was surprised to know that her hospital bills had already been sorted by the delivery guy. He must be a really nice guy, she thought to herself. She boarded a taxi back to the apartment. She really didn't want to go there but she had no choice but to go there especially now that she was done with her project in Connecticut, which was the main reason she returned to the apartment the previous day before learning of the betrayal. Remembering the scene sent chills down her spine. She got down, paid the taxi driver, and took the elevator to the top floor where her apartment was. As she was about to open the door to the apartment she found a brown envelope sticking out from under the door, she picked it up and went inside. The homely smell of the apartment brought back old memories but she had no strength left to cry. She decided to have a warm bath and make a hot cup of coffee to relax her mind. When she came out of the shower, her coffee was ready and she poured herself a cup and settled down to read the contents of the envelope. There was a letter in the envelope. It read:

To Myra Addams,

From the Building Department of Dream Homes.

Subject: Urgent Notice Regarding Relocation

Dear Ms. Addams,

We hope this message finds you well. This letter serves as a final notice concerning your residency at our property. Despite our ongoing attempts to reach you through multiple letters sent over the past few weeks, we have not received any response.

We must inform you that the building is scheduled for extensive reconstruction, which will commence shortly. It is essential for all tenants to vacate the premises to facilitate this necessary work. Therefore, we kindly request that you make arrangements to leave the building within two weeks from the date of this letter.

Failure to respond or take action may lead to a forceful eviction, which we would prefer to avoid. Please consider the inconvenience that this situation may cause and take the necessary steps to ensure a smooth transition.

If you have any questions or require assistance during this process, do not hesitate to reach out to our office. We genuinely appreciate your attention to this matter and hope for a prompt resolution.

Sincerely,

The Building Department of Dream Homes.

“Wow”, she said aloud. “Could this night get any worse?”. She dropped the letter on the table and moved to her bed. She picked up her phone from the bedside table. She went directly on i********:. She tried going on Jess's profile but she had been blocked, the same as Keisha's. She sighed and put the phone away, her heart-shattering. A teardrop escaped from the corner of her eye. Tomorrow was going to be a busy day, she had little money left and she needed to get another apartment, for that she needed money. She also had to feed. But which job would pay her that much in advance? She had emptied all her savings on the business idea Jess had laid out before her because she trusted him so much that even when he had come back looking down and sad talking about how he was duped she still consoled him and never doubted him. She sighed and went to sleep.

The early morning sun seeped in through the window and shone on her eyes as her eyelashes fluttered. Myra sat down for a while before heading to the shower to take a hot bath. She came out after some minutes and still in her bathrobe she stood in front of the full-length mirror, a towel wrapped around her hair. She peered into the mirror and a pair of hazel brown eyes looked back at her. She unwrapped her hair and waves of deep-brown luscious hair dropped on her shoulders and back. She looked at herself in the mirror, she was beautiful as hell, how could anyone even think of fumbling her? She arched her back and twisted her lips in a way models did and she found herself laughing at how silly she looked. She stopped fooling around and went to the closet to pick her clothes for the day. She looked into her closet and what she saw made her rethink her earlier question “How could anyone think of fumbling her”. Well, there was her answer, peering back at her in the closet. She didn't own a single girly dress. All she owned were casual tees and joggers, a few pants trousers, hoodies, and sweatshirts. Nothing girly or sexy in her closet. She didn't wear revealing outfits or sexy dresses like other girls. Not like she did not like them or wish to be dressed in them but she didn't think she could pull them off as other girls did. Growing up with a strict dad and grandmother who wanted her to dress as modestly as possible had affected her fashion sense. Her grandmother especially had always mistaken lame fashion sense for modesty, She had to bear the brunt for that. But it was still no reason for anybody to fumble her. She would find her person that would see things the way she did but for now, she wasn't open to any form of a new relationship. She picked out a black t-shirt and paired it with a set of brown joggers. She didn't use make-up so she did her skincare, threw on a little lip gloss, Chanel had forced her to buy it while they were out shopping. She got dressed and fixed herself a plate of sandwich. She had decided to go grocery shopping before coming back to search for job vacancies online. She unboxed the Dior slides Turah had gotten her almost a year ago on her birthday and wore them. It was a black and shiny leather slide. She picked up her phone and left for the mall.

In less than an hour at the mall, she had gotten everything she wanted to buy and she moved to the counter to pay. She had paid and was about to leave the mall when someone tapped her on the shoulder. She turned and froze at the sight of the person standing before her.