Novel Drama
She Was Never Pregnant!
Mark crumbled beside him. Owen’s was breathing with the aid of breathing tubes and machines and the sensations could say Owen’s was on his dying bed.
Just then, Owen’s removed the breathing tube from his nostrils/nose and coughed softly before he began to speak in his pain like and parental way… “Before I kick the bucket!- “, he coughed before he continued. “I’d like to pass on my mantle as the ex-communicando to you!…”
“Stop saying nonsense grandpa! You won’t die – “, Mark responded almost immediately. At least he was trying to convince himself Owen’s won’t die but when he heard the implacability in his grandpa’s tone, he realized he was actually serious.
“It’s the end for me, my beloved…..,” Owen’s continued, ignoring Mark’s sob and hopefulness. After a round of two small cough, he began again, “Go back home and go check my secret place in my place of abode…”, His voice was stained with a pain and surly tone this time around, “You would find a staff and a contract….. Bring it ….. Cough cough… bring it….. it … to me for blood signing. Once you sign the other part, you’d become the ex-communicando and same time retains your position as the president general. I trust in you!”, Owen’s concluded, his voice slowly dying down.
Mark looked at him in disbelief. Is this really happening? Or was it in a dream or something? It had better be a dream, a horrible one! No, no , this can’t be!. With the looks given to him by Owen, he realized he had no option than to go bring the staff and the contract. Afterall he was the only one aside Owen’s who knew the secret place.
Despite knowing his grandpa would more unlikely make it. He still instructed the head Doctor as he rushed out of the operating theatre to make sure his grandpa lives, or else….. they won’t live to announce his death and time of death.
Mark rushed home speedily on foot. He was not thinking straight anymore. He didn’t even know where his car was and Richarlison was not around. He was with Jennifer.
Once Mark reached his villa, he rushed into the building immediately and just in the centre of the parlour/sitting room, he looked to his left and saw the mirror. The mirror was a door to a passage leading to a room.
He walked over to the floor length mirror strongly attached to the wall and he bit his thumb finger and placed it somewhere by the upper left side of the mirror. With the blood dripping from his thumb finger. The mirror started to open inward like a secret door that it is.Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.
Mark stood there waiting until it opens completely. Beside him was a desk, a kind of a make-up desk that Hannah bought in. And a paper was on it. It seemed like an hospital report card. Mark didn’t gave it more attention and immediately the door opened, he darted inside into the secret passage to the room – Owen’s secret abode. –
He collected the staff and the contract as instructed and left and once he exited through the mirror entrance – secret door – he saw the paper that he initially saw on the desk beside were the mirror is placed, on the floor.
“Seems like there is something magnetizing me to see the content of the book!” With that thought flashing in, he bent down and picked it with his left hand. He was holding the staff and the contract with his right hand. The staff which is made of strictly koinonia and a stripe of silver and gold was just like the the size of the king or queen of England staff of office, the only distinction was that this one looked something like a winged spiral. It was until Mark tilted his head, and then it is a staff wound around with vines: silver vines. The mutable corners of the pattern tickled his mind like feathers brushed against sensitive skin.
Mark opened and read through the paper. It was a hospital official report card stating that the person whose name and photo are attached, medically severed her womb. The photo that was attached was and belongs to Hannah who just lost her baby and it was even her name written on it. Meaning she was the one who got her womb severed.
Mark quickly checked for the date and it was even before that awful night that she claimed they both had sex.
So, if she severed her womb? How was she pregnant? The Doctor stated she was pregnant after he carried out a pregnancy test…. Could he have deceived me also? Could Hannah have been deceiving right from the start? What’s the truth? She claims Diana’s children pushed her down the stairs and that was how she lost her baby.. and now this hospital report states, she severed her womb! It can only mean one thing. He didn’t slept with her that night and she was never pregnant! Yet, as evil as she is… She framed Diana’s children for it and it almost got the kids dead and as a result of all, she lost her baby, and Owen’s is on his dying bed! This woman!, I even ignored her past evil deeds just cause I thought she was carrying my child! Damn it.
Make rushed out immediately, he didn’t contemplate on where to go first. He could handle Hannah anytime, thus he went back to meet his grandpa at the hospital operating theatre.
“Grandpa, here is it….”, Mark said, his eyes burning with anger as he presented the contract. Owen’s bit his fore finger hardly until blood began to spill and he placed it on the left side of the thick paper contract, indicating he is no longer the ex-communicando. Mark on the other hand signed the right side of the contract as well, he used his forefinger spilling with blood as well.
With that process done. Mark is officially the ex-communicando.
Just then, Owen’s began to gasp for air. Owen’s started gasping for air the more, his breath sawing painfully in his lungs. Mark immediately introduced the breathing apparatus to his breathing organ but all to no avail. Owen’s started to vibrate on the bed, gasping the more like he was underwater.