100 Days With Mr Romero

TRAGEDY (2)- EMMA (0)

The little kids gathered at the playground playing with the swings and the sand. One kid, in particular, stood away from the park not interested in playing with his classmates. All he wanted was his Dada which up till now was nowhere in sight. Ten minutes passed and still no sign, the playground was becoming vacant. Mrs Shaw came out from the school building and was more than surprised to find the little kid whose mother took nothing less than two minutes to pick him up from school standing close the park with tears in his eyes. She decided to walk over to him.ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

“Hey little one, where is your mother?” the little kid looked up at her with sad eyes and said “dada”. Mrs Shaw was confused, it was usually his mother who picked him up from school, so why was he saying “dada”. She hoped in her heart that his mother was okay Mrs Shaw picked up her phone from her purse and dialed Emma’s number but it went straight to voice mail she tried again three more times but it was the same reply. She began to panic. She knew nothing about his father or any other person she could phone to come pick him up. While she was busy thinking of a way to get him home, the little kid’s attention was at the car parked at the house across the school. “It looked a lot like dada’s own” he thought. When he saw a familiar face, that of the driver, he ran right across the busy street. It all happened too fast, the diver in the truck that was heading full speed wasn’t able to hold down the break on time and the child got knocked over. Every where went dead silent until the only sound that could be heard was Mrs Shaws terrified screams.

Astra took off the remote control from the kitchen counter, she wondered how the hell it had gotten there in the first place. She was feeling bored out of her mind and nothing she’d tried so far was taking her mind of yesterdays events. She had locked up her phone in the lock safe and flushed away the keys. She was expecting Nicholas’ call any moment from now and she honestly didn’t want to pick it up so she locked up the phone. She was afraid of what would happen if she agreed to go out with him and their son. He could be very manipulative at times, he could use their son as an excuse for them to get back together. Fucking bastard! Why did he have to go and cheat on her. Emma had made up her mind, she will leave this town and go far away from here with Ryan. This was the last time Gideon would see their son, she’d make sure of it. He should have picked up Ryan by now and heading towards here, she thought as she glanced up at the clock perched up on the wall. She had an uneasy feeling she couldn’t describe but decided to ignore it and help clean up her parents home. It was a mess. She started off by tiding up the pallor and moved upstairs to handle the bedrooms. Thirty minutes after and yet no sign of Gideon. Maybe he had decided to take Ryan straight from school to hang out but something in her guts was telling her other wise and once again she decided to ignore it.

Emma had learnt a few baking skills earlier on that week and since there was practically nothing else to do, she decided to give her skills a shot. She quickly stepped out to the grocery store across her parents house and got every ingredient she needed and came back home to bake. One hour later, a cake, brownies and even hot dogs were decorating the kitchen counter. Her father was a lover of brownies, he’d be more than thrilled when he gets home and finds his favorite snack laying around waiting for him. Emma was satisfied with her baking, they had turned out amazing. She quickly cut out a slice of cake and was about to place it unto a plate when a sharp pain shot through her, the piece of cake fell unto the floor. She clutched unto her tummy, something was wrong terribly wrong and she could feel it. Ryan, that was the first thing that crossed her mind, something was wrong with Ryan. Instantly she dashed upstairs to the safe and tried prying it open but it wouldn’t bulge. Her heart was beating inhumanly fast. All that was on her mind was Ryan Ryan Ryan, she sent a prayer to God to keep her baby save as she dashed back downstairs into the pallor, quickly picking up the remote she flipped through channels. She didn’t know what exactly she was looking for but she was just listening to her instincts. She stopped flipping when she came across a channel that was displaying Ryan’s school. A reporter stood in-front of the school with a look of sadness across her face. The next words she spoke, tore Emma’s heart apart.

“Here at Graig Infants School, Ryan Romero, son of popular bar owner Gideon Romero and wife Emma Romero was involved in an accident and died instantly. The said child was last seen trying to cross over the road without any guidance whatsoever when he got hit by a truck and died instantly. Witness Mrs Shaw…” Emma froze at those words, the remote dropping from her hands. ‘ No no no’ she thought, it couldn’t be. Not her Ryan, not her baby. The remains words said by the reporter were unheard as Emma’s focus was on the screen currently displaying the lifeless body of her son now crushed to pieces. The last thing Emma remembered seeing was her parents walking in until darkness welcomed her.