We All Go Down..

Sofia Pov.

I broke down in tears and the strange woman ran back to me, her faced laced with concern and pity.

“Come here”. She cupped me into a warm embrace allowing me pour out my tears, I cried profusely.

The woman didnt move, she continuously pat my back while I socked her shoulder with tears.

A minute.

“You can tell me okay”…she waited for the words to sink in and I nodded. “I won’t judge you” she cleaned my rears with the back of her hands while I smiled in appreciation.

I stared at her for minutes contemplating if I should let my heart out if not anything but at least to lift the burden off my chest.

Hell no!

I'm a public fighure, the only heir and Ceo of Evan’s jewelry. One rumor out there and my career is ruined and fucked up.

“The workload has been much lately”. I murmured, she look at me slowly and smiled.

She probably sensed I was holding back and didn't want to press further.

“Take a day off….call in sick or something”. The strange women offered suggestions but the more I stared at her the more I needed the presence of my mother or maybe my father.

I wanted someone to tell me to sit back and relax, I need someone to fight for me when I feel the whole world is against me and now the one person I called family pierced me in the place it hurt the most.

“I'm sorry for bashing your car and creating a scene”. I apologized, my words measured.

The women smiled at me, serchbthrough her handbag and brought out a card.

“Here call me if anything comes up”. I collected the card and nodded.

She stood up, rubbed my thighs and turned to leave “Are you sure I shouldn't try reaching your husband”. She offered.

“He would come and pick me, thank you so much for your time”. I smiled, waving at her as she exited the ward.

The ward was empty, two empty bed in it with my things on the trolley and an empty drip bag.

I stared at my plastered hand, the drip was probably passed into me while I was unconscious.I needed to leave, I just wanted to go home and warm myself on the warm sheet like I always do.

Warming myself around the sheet like a toddler being rapped in a cot brought silence to my soul.

I changed out of the hospital clothes picked my bag and headed towards the exit when the nurses ran towards me.

“Is there a problem?!”. I asked the moment she got close.

“Ma’am you can't leave yet”. She stated troubled.

“We have to watch you for a while”. She explained holding unto both of my hands.

I smiled” I’m fine now, I have to go”. I answered authoritatively.

“Ma’am can you at least see the doctor before leaving”. The nurse pleaded.

“You seem to be new here…….charge the bill to my tab and ask the doctor to call me”. I rolled my eyes and continued in my steps while she stood still confused.

“Just for clarity, type Evans file”. My voice echoed as I pushed the door open, the whole place bright from street light. The night was beginning to overshadow the sky.

The strange woman was kind enough to bring my car to the hospital garage, I looked in and everything was still intact, nothing being tampered with, I got in to drive looked at the entrance of the hospital and flashbacks of my father's corpse being carried out flashed through my mind.

Ever since the death of my father, I swore never to pass the night at this damn hospital.

“Today was a damn hell of a day”. I hissed and drove straight home.

The lights were off, signaling no one was home, I turned on the switch. The whole place still intact, the new maid doing the dishes.

I walked to the kitchen, she was grilling the chicken for dinner.

“Who asked you to make dinner?”. I inquired, my annoyance beginning to boil.

I just needed a little trigger to spill venom and it seems I found a scape goat.

“Your husband…your husband ma’am”. She shivered, the knife falling to the ground, two inches away from her feet.

“My hus…what?”. I inquired, taming my anger.

After all that the son of a beast did to me today, he had the guts to come back to my house?

Seriously?

He was in for a show tonight, I was going to show him the stuff I'm made of.

“You know what, never mind”. I hissed, opened the fridge and gulped down a bottle of chilled water, walked close the fridge, walked towards the cupboard where I arranged different sizes of knifes.

I took the smallest and the sharpest, sliced my middle finger with the top and my blood spilled, the maid eyes widen in fear and her body shivering.

This would do a perfect job.

I paid no attention to her, picked my bag and heels with my blood dripping, I headed to the master bedroom.

I dropped my stuff by the door, licked the finger that spilled with blood which had created a straight line from the kitchen.

I wasn't thinking right, I wasn't in the right frame of mind, I wanted to hurt Alexander, I wanted to hurt Tonia and have them both plead for mercy……

Will the knife do?

I wasn't sure.

Will I regret this?

Of course, but I had to teach them both not to mess with me.

I stood at the entrance of our matrimonial room, giggling and chuckles filling the air.

I held unto the doorknob, not twisting it yet…the voices different, it felt like there was more than two people in there.

I chuckled.

“Alexander actually had the guts to not only bring his slut to my house but also his mistresses”. I gave out a devilish grain.

I hid the knife in my pant and burst the door open with force, the whole place was a mess with Alexander and Tonia nowhere in sight and the television on.

I walked into the bedroom, a red pant was laid on my side of the bed and the sheet stained with cum…..

I looked at the dressing mirror, a red lipstick that was clearly not mine was used to inscribe irritating words the mirror and thrown on the floor.

“Fuck me harder baby”. That was what it read.

I brought the knife out, tiptoed to the dressroom, it was well arranged, but my herenes bag I just got was missing on the shelf, there was a sound coming from the bathroom, life ke someone was in there, probably Alexander and his slut making out in the hot tub.

I exhaled deeply and walked with force to the bathroom determined to end it all.

I stood in front of the bathroom door, the sound of water running, mourned a few prayer and kicked it open.

I froze at the sight of what I saw.