Bab 8: Sam it's me Dustie
He took a bath wearing a white T. shirt and grey slacks, he called Heather again, her phone was off now. Stacey had switched off her phone after calling in a friend to check in on a Samantha Wilton and report to her.
Nigel went to the window with his arms folded across his chest, an attempt to block off what he perceived as an undesirable circumstance and took a slow, deep breath, holding on to it as if he had tasted air for the very first time.
Nigel's feelings for Heather where platonic, nothing sexual as far as he was concerned, but he couldn't explain the love he felt for her even if he tried. He had been in love with her since he was 19, if he remembers correctly, she was only Eleven years old. Now she was his wife and that's all that mattered. He understood, she didn't love him like he did her, but his memories wouldn't let her go either.
He had asked her to get pregnant for him, she seemed disgusted at first but had told him she had cervical blockage caused by endometriosis, a situation where tissue that normally lines the uterus grows outside the uterus.
He had suggested, she went for treatment but she didn't seem interested and only recently, she suggested they do the AI procedure of which he obliged her.
Why was she suddenly acting like that, the sweet, talkative child he loved was no where in sight.
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Samantha took a bath when she got home from the hospital. She had spotted a little, prompting her to take a bath. After four years in the army, bathing became a chore. She wrapped herself in a blue bathing towel and sat on her bed. She got two cigarette sticks and lit one.
The stranger's voice rang in her ears
" Don't smoke anymore."
" yeah right" she smirked "his crazy..."
She took in a generous drag and inhaled the smoke and held it in her mouth... before she let out a puff.
But she couldn't help but think about why that stranger felt a little too familiar. His cold aura and dorkie demeanour reminded her of Dustin.
"Can he be?..." She shook her heard after the thought.
" No."
"Dustie would never abandon me, father could, mother did but not Dustie. I have that much faith in you."
She suddenly didn't feel like smoking anymore, she placed the lit stick on the ashtray and went on to get dressed. Lisa had strategically rearranged her things where she could find them easily.
She could now move around the house on her own, help with some simple chores and listened in on favourite TV shows.
It was thirty minutes past 8.Pm and Samantha and Lisa sat on the couch with Lisa watching and Samantha listening in on a game show.
There was a frantic knock at the door that startled both of them. Lisa went to the peephole and saw a man standing outside the door, before he went on to knock even louder than the last time.
He wore a white T.shirt and grey slacks,
" Who is it?"Samantha whispered.
" It's that doctor from St Clara hospital."
" Do you know him?" Samantha asked.
" No, but you do..."
" I do?"
" Yeah, he came to your room the day we buried your mother."
" That man is a doctor? ask him what he wants."
" What do you want". Lisa asked from the inside.
" Can I talk to Sam"He asked almost pleading. He look like, he run all the way to Samantha's house.
" Open." Samantha told Lisa.
When the door was opened Dr Nigel went straight to Samantha.
" Sam it's me... Dustie."
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