At Laura Dickson-Williams' Bedroom
“I will goad him into a fight and leave this marriage based on domestic violence. I don't understand why he will not accept my proposal to divorce,” the twenty-one-year-old Laura resolved. She woke up and sadly remembered that she had scores to settle with her poor husband, twenty-five-year-old, Tim Williams.
“We are no more in the same league. I want to marry a real man and not a penniless and classless man,” she said to herself and angrily got up from her bed. “How can I meet a real man if I continue to be the wife of a scumbag?” she cursed. Likewise, she threw her duvet off her and tried to get out of bed but halted when the door opened. She glared at Tim who walked in to check on her.“It's time for work, Laura,” he informed her.“So, you know work but you can't get one for yourself? You wretched pauper.”Tim smiled softly and gave his regular response, “I will work when the time comes.” His laissez-faire approach to her chastisement often angered her and she made clear to him, “Here you go again. Good for nothing fellow. We have been together for three years and you have nothing to show for it.”Tim swallowed hard and smiled as though he did not hear her. He had heard that severally since she got her job. He sat beside her and to his surprise, she slapped him so hard and roared, “Get out of my room.”He smiled dryly and asked, “Did you hit me, Laura?”She ignored his question and got out of the bed. He stood up too and she charged violently at him. Notwithstanding, he held her hands tightly and restrained her from hitting him again. Now, she was raging with anger and to avoid hitting her, he walked out of her room.“Idiot. Wretched bastard. All you could do is to get me pregnant,” she cursed and watched him leave.“I will abort the pregnancy and quit,” she grumbled and walked into the bathroom.In The ParlorTim took a deep breath before he sat down on the dining chair. Without delay, he looked at his cross-body bag which contained his heirloom.“I was patient with her when she could not get a job or conceive because of the complications she had after she was raped by some soldiers. Why can't she be patient with me?” He murmured. Soon, she walked to the parlor and was dressed in corporate wear which gave her the aura of a successful career woman. She worked as a secretary to the Chairman of Auxiliary Armory PLC, a government-owned military equipment company. She enjoyed so much entitlement and was highly respected in the country.Without opening the dishes, she flared up, hit him in the eye, and warned, “Get a job for yourself and stop eating my food.”“Stop,” he commanded and held her hands tightly.To his astonishment, she began crying at the top of her lungs, “Help. He wished to kill me. Somebody help me.” At that point, her team of security who were waiting for her in the courtyard were alerted and the Head of Security rushed into the house.“What happened, Mrs. Dickson-Williams?” He asked and looked around for any clue.She held her stomach and requested, “Ugh! I am dying. He hit me and kicked my tummy. Take me to the doctor quickly.” “Oh, my God,” the dutiful Head exclaimed and glared at Tim before he periled his life and attacked him, “How dare you hit my boss?”To his astonishment, Tim twisted his hand and he staggered backward. To avoid showing weakness before his boss, he steadied himself, smiled, and said, “Okay, Boss,” and tried to help her.“What is the matter with you, Laura.” The startled Tim asked but she cried the more and instructed the officer, “Take me out of here or he will kill me.”“All right, Mrs. Dickson-Williams,” he accepted. The confused Tim tried to lend a hand but she rebuffed the gesture, “Don't touch me. You murderer.”“You heard her. Don't touch her,” the officer shouted and led her to the car. Instantly, the team moved with the car siren. The sound attracted her parents who lived in the luxury boys' quarters and they were curious.“What happened?” Her forty-six-year-old mother, Mrs. Madeline Dickson, inquired.“The Boss is critically ill,” one of the guards informed her.“Oh, my goodness! What is happening to my daughter?” She screamed and ran into her room to get ready for the hospital.At The HospitalBefore she got to the company's clinic, a team of three doctors was waiting for her. Meanwhile, the moment her convoy left her house with the siren, the pressmen were attracted. They rushed after her convoy and caused gridlock on the way which delayed her parents' movement.“Talk to us, Mrs. Williams. What is troubling you?” The Medical Director, Dr. Jolly Robinson, requested.“Terminate the pregnancy and save me, please. My life is in danger,” she begged with fake agony.“What!”“Why terminate the pregnancy?” The two doctors asked.“This is supposed to be a precious baby, Mrs. Williams,” the Medical Director who was aware of her medical history and how they prayed for the pregnancy, pointed out.As if she was losing her breath, she pleaded, “Abort it on health concerns. I'm dying.” The confused Medical Director shook his head dejectedly, gave his colleagues his consent and they went into action. After a while, they were through with the surgical abortion of the twenty-week-old pregnancy and moved her to the ward to rest.“I had a miscarriage, Mom and Dad,” she informed her parents who were already in her ward.“My grandchild! This is unbelievable,” her mother screamed and her fifty-year-old father, Finley Dickson, asked, “What a tragedy! What happened?”“Tim kicked my stomach this morning,” she sobbed.“What! That gold digger dared to lay hands on you?” Her father asked angrily.“I know that he is good for nothing. He wished to kill you and inherit everything,” her mother declared. Shortly, her assistant walked in and greeted her, “Good morning, Mrs. Williams. I got the news that you are unwell and decided to check on you.”“That is kind of you, Alice.”“How do you feel now?”“I feel better. Thank you for your concern.”“That is good to hear. The press would like to know what to report. What do I tell them?”“Oh! Just tell them the truth. My lazy husband kicked my stomach because I got a job for him and he rejected it.”She paused and waited for her to write her note. Afterward, she asked, “Is that all, Mrs. Williams?” “No. Inform them that I suffered a miscarriage and that I am recuperating.”“Ouch!” She showed worries.“I got it, Boss," she said and left at once. “Oh! You are an honest girl, my daughter. You didn't withhold the truth from the public,” her mother praised her.“Yes. Have you forgotten that we gave her and her siblings good home training?” Her father added. “You are correct,” she admitted and gave her daughter an encouraging smile. "Oh, my stomach!" She screamed aloud and held her stomach."What?" Her bewildered parents asked in unison."The abortion pain is much.""Abortion or Miscarriage?" The astounded parents asked.The Broadcast — At The HouseAfter Laura left for the hospital, Tim dabbed his swollen eyes, shrugged his shoulders, and began to eat. He was about to leave the dining table when he saw the news on the television: (Laura Dickson-Williams was beaten up by her lazy husband, Tim Williams, for getting a job for him and she suffered a miscarriage.)“Oh! When did I beat her?” He exclaimed and ran his hand through his head which was spinning already. Likewise, he stared vacantly in amazement. Now, he reminisced about his past. Since he escaped from his jealous superior who wanted to kill him because he defeated their enemies during the last war, he had been hiding. His higher-ups thought that he was dead and promoted his jealous superior to the rank of a General. In addition to that, he became the Chairman of the Auxiliary Armory PLC and Laura's boss. Now, the publicity had aroused their curiosity.“Does she hate me this much? Has she forgotten how I saved her and her family during the
In the spur-of-the-moment, Laura, her parents, and the Human Rights Activists ran out of the house and met her astounded security men. The pressmen were still hiding their heads and could not explain how the soldiers left.“What is the matter? I heard gunshots,” Laura asked curiously and looked at the military helicopter that had taken off.“They shot him,” a pressman raised his head and answered. “Oh, my God! I am unaware that they would arrive so soon and pick him up,” Laura boasted.Now, the pressmen were getting up one after the other and had to give an account of what they did not witness, even if it meant cooking up stories.“They have killed him. The Head of State has zero tolerance for domestic violence.”“Yes. Violence against women, especially pregnant women, angers him,” a reporter confirmed.“It serves him right,” her father pointed out and his befuddled wife lurched forward and castigated him, “Oh, dear! He died a painful and shameful death.”“Yes. Our daughter gave him
“You don't deserve it but I would rather not be like you. There will be no difference between us if I cause your children and wife to mourn. On this note, I reduce your punishment to compulsory retirement. You will get all your entitlements.”“Wonderful!”“Excellent!” “This is godly.”“I don't know if I can forgive a known enemy like this.”The soldiers complimented Tim's judgment one after the other. Likewise, Gen. McDonald was most grateful and he dried the tears that had formed in his eyes while everyone focused on him. Although he was seventeen years older than Tim he was aware that his promotion had nothing to do with age but merit.“You are a worthy comrade, Gen. Williams and you surpass me in wisdom. For sparing me, I owe you my life. I'm ready to support you any time you need me,” he appreciated Tim and promised.The house clapped for him and immediately, he faced the Head of State and appreciated him, “Thank you, for this chance, Your Excellency.”He faced the entire house a
“That is good. Kindly go on,” the Head of State requested when he paused and he continued. “The enemies were no match for us and we chased after them. To my joy and Gen. McDonald's annoyance, none of them escaped. Although he showed delight, I never knew it was fake. Meanwhile, I and the other soldiers concentrated on reviving our wounded colleagues. Some were badly injured and died on the spot.”“So sad!” Gen. Hill exclaimed and Tim continued.“At that point, we had run out of drugs and needed to get the victims back to the city. On the road, I requested that we stop so that I could get some marine animals and ocean plants to revitalize our men. Gen. McDonald followed me and I did not suspect anything until he shot at me and I fell into the ocean.”“Oh, my goodness! Did you suffer all these just to save your country and fellow soldiers?”“Yes, Your Excellency.”“That is true patriotism,” Gen. Hill stated and requested, “Kindly go on.”“No. We will stop here today. He needs rest. Th
“Oh! Is that why you are worried? He deserves what he got,” she stated happily and his brother berated her, “How come you sound so happy when you just lost your husband today?”“He is no more my husband. We were divorced before his fortunate death.”“Oh, my God! Fortunate death? When did the death of a husband become fortunate?”“Yes. It is fortunate because he wanted to kill me. Could you believe that he beat me up this morning and I …” Gerald doubted and interrupted her, “Beat you up? How come?” To make him believe her, she began to sob, “Yes (sob, sob). He kicked my stomach (sob) and I suffered (sob, sob) a miscarriage. I lost your nephew (sob, sob).”Gerald was silent for a while and after digesting her story, he simply asked, “When is the burial? Samuel and I would like to be present and pay our tribute.”“Burial? Tribute? For what?” His father thundered from the background and Laura supported him.“Did you hear that? I don't think he deserves such an honor. Besides, the soldi
“Yes. We need an update on her health,” another person emphasized. Now, to retain his job, he had to think quickly, “Oh, I think you miscalculated. Mrs. Williams returned to the hospital last night. As you can see, we are going to work early because of that.”“Oh, my God! Did her condition worsen?”“Is she traumatized?” They asked in quick succession. To avoid giving the wrong answer or causing more delay, he smiled and responded, “She will respond to your questions when you see her.”“You're right.”“Kindly make way for us, or you may not see her this morning.”“You are right, Officer.” “Let's move to the clinic, comrades,” one of the reporters shouted to the rest and they moved. The officer walked back to the car and they moved too. However, they had lost some time. They got to the ornamental plants' shop and purchased an expensive flower and a male wristwatch from a nearby gift shop. Afterward, they left for the office.At The Auxiliary Armory PLCTo their shock, the pressmen we
“I am Capt. Alex Bolton, the General Manager. The management and staff of the Auxiliary Armory PLC are happy to meet you. Convey our greetings to the General. We congratulate him on his well-deserved appointment. We pledge our unflinching support to him to ensure that he moves the company in particular and the nation, forward. Once again, welcome.” “Thank you, General Manager. I will convey your message accordingly. Take me to the Chairman's office.” “All right, Sergeant. We have a token of appreciation for the Chairman,” the General Manager announced and looked at Laura for her presentation. She stepped forward and presented the gifts. Although they were bought with her fund, the General Manager had hijacked it and made it look like the company's official gift. Nevertheless, she must make it known that it was personal.“Well …”The General Manager interrupted her and continued, “On behalf of the Management and Staff of Auxiliary Armory PLC, accept this as a symbol of our love and
“Our brother-in-law is dead, Big brother,” he informed Gerald.“I am aware. Get ready, we will go home tomorrow.”“Better. I hope we will be permitted to leave?”“Of course. The news of his death is all over the airwaves.”“It is okay.” At Laura's HouseThe distance from their school, Chilham, to the house, was thirty minutes. They arrived a few minutes before 10 AM and were surprised that nobody was mourning Tim. Besides, Laura had gone to work as though nothing happened, and hell was let loose.“Dad and Mom, what has he done to deserve such treatment? Is he not part of the family?” Gerald blurted out.“Even if he was a dog, ain't you bothered that he was killed without trial? Can't we get justice for him?” Samuel added, and their parents aggravated things with their answers, “I would rather get justice for my dog than for a wife beater.”“Especially the one who beat my daughter and caused the death of my grandchild.”At that time, Samuel was distraught and stated, “Who would not b