Facebook baby episode 18

Facebook Baby Episode 18
{CAROLINE POV}
ACCIDENT
I was driving towards my workplace
Something seriously was eating up my son. I knew him. I can sense it.
I have a hunch there was danger looming ahead. Trouble clouds were gathering. I decided to turn the car around and go back home to be sure everything was alright.
I stopped the car 30 metres the house , walked and entered the house.
There was no sign of life.
I hastened my pace, entered the main hall and diverted to JJ’s chamber. I knocked on his door but there was no response. I knocked his door again but still there was no response. My heart missed a bit. I went round to peep through the window. I saw my son…he was lying sprawled on the ground, motionless. I was frightened. My adrenalin level rose. I rushed back to the room , took a hammer and broke the door. He was foaming.
Whitish fluids were coming out of his mouth. I knew what it was. Rat poison.
There was a piece of paper by his “motionless” body. I took it and read what he wrote on it.
WHAT!!! SON!!! HOW can you commit this great abomination. Something in me told me to leave him there and go but I’m his mother . No matter what he did, I could never abandoned him. I felt his pulse. It was very weak.
I dialled the Ghana Ambulance service short code 193 but later decided to use my car. Time is of essence here. I may still safe him.
Quickly I carried him in my arms and placed him in my car. Turning on the ignition, I speed off with one aim; to save my son.
I stepped on the accelerator and increased the speed. About 250m/PH.
I reached a sharp curve. In driving school, I learnt Braking on a curve may cause one to skid.
It is advisable to reduce speed before entering the curve, and slowly lighten the pressure on the brake until you reach the apex point (where the car is closest to the in,side of the curve line). At the apex or exit point, you apply light acceleration to pull the car out of the curve.
I disregarded this driving lesson
and negotiated it without decelerating. The car turned on one side, the two right tyres raising in the air. I shifted myself to the raised area to regain the car’s equilibrium. Suddenly I saw an oncoming vehicle just a few inches
from the curve point of the road. It stray into my lane. I tried to move to the other lane but the steering wheel had locked.
I applied my brakes but the brake
did not respond.I need to manoeuvre the car out of line of the oncoming vehicle but I lost Control of the steering wheel. HEAD-ON COLLISION was imminent. The other driver’s car skidded on the road, Tires SCREECHING hærd. “TSSRRRRIIIIIIIIII.” I saw about three people in the car.
The oncoming vehicle, a Nissan Patrol smashed into my Land Rover. The two metals locked horns and there was a deafening sound of clashing metals ” CLANNNGGG, CLIIINNNG,CLONGGG”
Upon the collision, my two cars somersaulted so many times on the road, as if the world was going round. My body hit the dashboard of the car incessantly amidst
my cry for help and scre-ms. My forehead collided with the wind
screen and my bones, muscles and joints felt like they were been crushed beyond recognition.
The noise of the metals been smacked over the asphalt was so deafening it pierced through my ears. The deflated air bag pushed
me right back into the seat , aided by my seatbelt.
After the car rolled over several
times, it came to a sudden halt,
landing on its roof. I could see
everything faintly in an upside
down position. My vision continued to blur, synchronised with the high
level of excruciating pain I felt all over my body.
My vision kept flashing from pitch darkness to blinding white light.
I couldn’t see clearly.Everything was blurred. I turned round to see my son. He was pinned to the corner of the backseat. I tried to raise my hand but it was impossible. The pain in,side my arm was highly excruciating. It felt as if Thousand nails had been driven into my arm. Jesus might have suffered when nails was driven into his palm with a hammer. I cried painfully, ” Jesus, help me, I’m your daughter. Deliver me from the chain of death.
In the distance I heard the sound
of a siren. Blood was oozing out of my nose and almost every part
of my body. I tried to scre-m
but my faint voice didn’t have
such energy . My vision became very blur and I blackout.
 
THE WORK OF KARMA
I’m sure you want to know the occup-nts of the other car. The other car belonged to Clifford. When he discovered two of his three daughters have being impregnated by a certain “JJ” he was very furious. Angrily, he searched for his .357 magum gun
Found it and pushed his daughters into the car saying, “come and show me the motherf*cker who did this to you and I will shoot his brain out. Upon entering the car he sped of. So as Clifford was coming to kill his son( he didn’t know his son was responsible for impersonating his daughters) Caroline was also rushing to the hospital to safe Clifford’s son’s life . As fate will have It, the two groups collided in the curve area of the road. All of them sustain serious degrees of injuries.
Within minutes, the flashing red and blue lights of the ambulance surrounded the place. It came with aggressive speed , the kind of sheer driving audacity that let everyone know the siren doesn’t make a polite request.
Every head turned to follow the red and blue streak, curious about what had happened. The screeching tires and keening wail of the siren, madly barrelled through the streets in the hope of saving their lives.
The five of them( Caroline, Clifford, JJ, Valentina, Kyla) were put into the ambulance. Soon they reached the hospital. The paramedics quickly parked the truck in front of the hospital and took them out.
Nurses rushed towards the ambu
lance. They were carried onto stretchers and hurried through the double doors.
The accident was broadcast on TV. Caroline’s father Andrews and mother Yayra saw the news of their daughter’s accident. Quickly, they entered a car and headed towards Nigeria. Soon they entered Nigeria and located the hospital that was determining the fate of their daughter.
“Doctor, how is my daughter?” Andrews asked.
“We are doing our best to help them” Doctor Olusegun Sunday told her parents briefly and left.
The two parents kept walking up and down the veranda , their eyes desperately looking for anyone to walk out of the emergency room.
They saw the hospital chapel.
They walked over to the altar and knelt, unsure of where to start.
Mr. Andrews felt his voice shivering but Soon he was praying for his daughter, “Lord, don’t take her away from us, please.”
They walked back to the waiting area with the hopes of hearing something good when the doctor came out. His eyes drippled with raw fear. The door swang open.
They both looked at the doctor walking out of the room.Their heart skipped a hundred beats as he walked towards them.
Andrews gulped as the doctor got nearer to them. Something about his sleek black eyes made him uncomfortable.
He had a quick look at all of them , and maintained his equipoise.
He wasn’t bothered by the parents ‘ frightened eyes. He took a long gaze at the white sheet pinned to his note pad.
Expectation delayed is a vexation to the heart. Andrews was unable to wait for him to give out the information so he asked , “How is she, Doctor?”
The doctor looked at him , a gentle smile lurking on his l-ips,”We have
managed to stabilise your daughter’s condition but she suffered a serious injury to the head and arm and will take many months to heal.
“What about her son,JJ?” Mr. Andrews asked.
“We have done an abdominal lavage for the young man. He’s quite Alright. Be thankful they were brought here in the nick of time,a few more seconds delay and he would have died. Andrews closed his eyes, cries of relief soothed his nerves like the peaceful waves of the Mediterranean Sea.
It wasn’t only Caroline’s Parents who came to the hospital. Clifford’s Parents also came. Mr Isaac Mensah his wife Martha Ninson
(her family name) came to see their son Clifford. They were told he sustained severe leg injuries and was in a critical condition but his daughters were in a stable condition.
Tbc