2024-06-24 12:42:12"What happened to him?" The man asked the nurses as he advanced toward Tyrone.
Tyrone was weak but he recognised the man's voice from earlier on the phone.
"I told you, I'm not Tyrone Jeffer... Ugh!" Tyrone had run out of energy as his head fell onto the floor and he slipped into unconsciousness.
"Quick, please help us carry him into the emergency ward." One of the nurses said, the man stepped forward and held Tyrone back from falling to the ground.
Fred came up from behind them and carried Tyrone onto his shoulders. "Stay with us, Ty," Fred begged.
"Where do I take him to?" Fred asked the nurses.
"Follow me." The same nurse said and led him to the emergency ward.
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Tyrone's eyes fluttered open, he tried getting up but a sharp pain in his stomach kept him back from getting up. He gently let his eyes sweep over the room where he was.
"Where am I?" Tyrone mouthed. This place didn't look anything like a hospital or was it because this was the first time he was at St Louis? The large wardrobe that was situated across from Tyrone confirmed his doubts that he was not in a hospital.
The chilly breeze from the air conditioner cooled his skin.
"He's awake, my son's awake."
Tyrone recognized his mother's voice and quickly spun his head in the direction where the voice had come in.
"Mother?" Tyrone called out.
"Oh, my poor baby." His mother came up to him with tears in her eyes. She sat on the bed and put her hands around Tyrone.
"I'm so sorry Ty," she cried and kissed him on the cheek.
"It's okay, mom," Tyrone said and hugged his mother back.
"I'm so sorry I didn't tell you earlier, now he has come for you." She said and broke the hug.
"What are you talking about Mom?" Tyrone asked as he managed to sit up, ignoring the pain in his stomach. "And where is this place?"
"This place was meant to be your room." She said to him.
"What are you talking about, this place doesn't look anything like our home." He said and looked around the room, taking in the exquisite decor in the room, not to mention how large the room was.
His mother sniffed before she spoke again. "This is your late parents' home and it's the place where I stole you from." She confessed.
"What?!" Tyrone exclaimed and tried getting up from the bed but was quickly reminded about his condition when the pain in his stomach hurled him back down.
"What are you talking about? You can't be serious, can you?" He asked, his brows furrowing in confusion.
"She's telling you the truth, Tyrone." The man in the fine suit curtly approached the bed.
"You did a really good job raising him, Amanda. Look how strong and healthy he looks even with the bruises on his body." The man commented.
Tyrone's mother tried to hide her face in shame as the man clamped his hand down on her shoulders.
"Can someone please explain what's going on? Mother, what do you mean by you stole me from this place, where is this place and what do you mean by my late parents?"
"Go on Amanda, tell him." The man said, urging Amanda.
There were visible beads of sweat on Amanda's face as she opened her mouth to speak, she looked at Tyrone but couldn't hold his gaze for long, her eyes immediately fell on the floor.
"And who might you be?" Tyrone asked the man.
"My name is Jason and you can consider me as part of the family only that I've been a faithful butler to this family long before you were born and I didn't try absconding with any of the children that were born into this family, unlike some people," Jason said, referring to Amanda.
"You'll never understand, Jason!" Amanda yelled at him in defense.
"Then make me understand," Jason said to her. "It's been 26 years, Amanda, 26 whole years since you stole Tyrone, you were very lucky that the boss didn't put a lot of effort into trying to look for you. If I had been the one, I would have made sure I looked for you and had you jailed for kidnap." Jason spat out the words with spite, obviously still angry over what Amanda did 26 years ago.
"You'll never understand," Amanda said again softly.
"Then make me." It was Tyrone's turn to reply. He was tired of the both of them bickering at each other like children.
Amanda looked up at Tyrone, her eyes red and filled with tears. She immediately went on her knees, surprising Tyrone.
"I'm so sorry Tyrone but I did it out of desperation."
"Did what?" Tyrone questioned, trying to put his emotions under control.
She sniffed again before she went on to tell Tyrone the whole story. "Your mother and I were about the same age when she gave birth to you and I was just newly employed. My husband had divorced me because for years that we had been married, I had not been able to give him a child and he sent me out, I longed for a child I longed to nurse a child as my own cradle him in my arms and watch him fall asleep."
"And when the opportunity came from me to nurse a child, I didn't relent. I became very very close to your mother until she was able to trust me with you. And when you were just five months old, she would leave you with me and go on long trips and come back in the evening because she knew that I could take very good care of you and then one day when she and your father went on one of their long trips I took the opportunity and ran away with you."
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A Time Before
Tyrone had just settled down on the couch, feet propped up on the coffee table, his fingers apathetically flicking through the tv channels. He had arranged to spend his end of the week unwinding, free from any dramatization. His life had been serene ever since he and Vanessa broke up months back. In spite of the fact that their relationship had been a tornado of enthusiasm, it was moreover full with superfluous contentions, control, and manipulations. He was happy it was over. He was happier now, centering on himself, and now not weighed down by her passionate rollercoaster. The doorbell rang, pulling Tyrone out of his thoughts. He looked at his wristwatch, scowling. He wasn’t expecting anybody. He hurled the inaccessible onto the sofa and headed toward the front door. Opening it, he was met with the sight of none other than Vanessa standing on his balcony, her arms crossed over her chest, her regular grin settled on her lips. Tyrone flickered in shock. “Vanessa? What are you doin
Evil Plot
Vanessa observed the sun plunge underneath the skyline through her loft window. Its searing orange beams cast long shadows over her living room, coordinating the turmoil roiling in her mind. Tyrone had been hers—once. They had went through a long time together, building dreams and making plans for the longer term. But all of that changed when Judy entered the picture. Vanessa clenched her clench hands, her knuckles white against the scenery of her profound brown skin. Judy had stolen Tyrone. No—she had enticed him, attracted him away, demolished everything. It wasn’t reasonable. Vanessa paced back and forward in her little, faintly lit flat, her bare feet making delicate crashes against the wooden floor. The sharpness chewed at her. Months had passed since Tyrone and Judy had gotten hitched, and Vanessa’s life had spiralled ever since. Each time she saw them together, grinning, living the life she ought to have had, a new piece of her, smashed. She seems to feel herself falling more
Light in the Dark
Judy faltered for a minute before she thumped on Tyrone’s front door. Her heart was beating, her palms were clammy, and she may still feel the sting of their final contention new in her mind. The battle they had before she raged out was unstable, filled with yelling, allegations, and a torrent of feelings, not one or the other of them had completely caught on at the time. Tyrone had blamed her for not trusting him, and Judy had let go back, irate and harmed, that he was still hung up on his ex, Vanessa. She knew she shouldn’t be back here so before long, but she couldn’t shake the feeling that they had left things uncertain. After what felt like an forever, the door swung open, and there stood Tyrone, his expression incoherent. His dim eyes bolted onto hers, and for a moment, not one or the other of them talked. The pressure between them was thick, as in spite of the fact that the contention was still hanging within the air , overwhelming and unwavering. “Judy?” Tyrone’s voice brok
Actions Not Words
Judy had been pacing her flat for hours, the cadenced tap of her heels against the wooden floor as it were sound breaking the hush. She looked at her phone for the tenth time in as many minutes, her thumb drifting over Tyrone's title. It was continuously the same with him—pulling her in, pushing her away, as if to drag her back once more. But this time, Judy decided things would be different . She wasn’t going to let him just walk back into her life without a few kinds of confirmation. She knew precisely what she needed, and she knew she had use. Over town, Tyrone sat at his table, gazing at the city horizon through the wide windows of his office. His domain sprawled out underneath him, a kingdom built on canny deals and heartless aspiration. However, none of it appeared to matter when his thoughts floated to Judy. Their relationship was like a storm, all-consuming and outlandish to foresee. He had made his botches, more than he cared to tally, but he was prepared to make things righ
The Mirage of Betrayal
Tyrone stood outside the door, his hands trembling as he clenched and unclenched his clench hands. The late evening sun showered the neighbourhood in a brilliant tone, but Tyrone felt nothing but the weight of his inconveniences. He might feel the sweat on his chin, each ball of sweat reminding him of the storm brewing in his life. He took a deep breath, his heart beating in his chest, and thumped on the door. Some seconds passed before he listened to the rearranging of feet from the other side. His beat enlivened. Would she indeed open the door? The door squeaked open, and there she stood—Judy, his spouse, the love of his life. She looked at him with a blend of shock and guardedness, her eyes checking his face as if looking for answers he didn’t have. She was wearing a formal blue dress that he had continuously cherished, but presently it felt like a boundary between them, an update of the life they had shared and the one they had misplaced. “What do you need, Tyrone?” Judy inquir
Error In Judgement
Vanessa had continuously been the kind of lady who got what she needed. She had the charm, the looks, and the mind to drag anybody into her circle. When she and Tyrone were together, they were the envy of everybody they knew. They were the “it” couple—the idealised coordinate, everybody said. But that was a long time back, before Tyrone met Alexis, before everything changed. Vanessa stood at the entrance of the swarmed bar, filtering the ocean of faces until she spotted him. Tyrone sat at a little table by the window, nursing a drink and gazing vacantly out into the night. He looked good—maybe more than he had the last time she saw him, she thought. His shoulders were broader, his fashion more refined, but his eyes still held that recognizable thoughtfulness. Vanessa took a deep breath and walked over, her heels clicking against the wooden floor. “Tyrone,” she said, her voice light, nearly perky, as she pulled the chair over from him and sat down without holding up for a welcome. T
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