C3 Chapter Three

Chapter Three

It was around 10 in the morning he had eaten and was preparing himself for the next phrase of his life, his eyes were dull.

He could hear the nurses whispering about how he should suffer more than this and how what he's going through is a justified punishment for his actions.

A nurse announced the press were here, nodding his head saying he was ready, she turned and left, coming back shortly with a bunch of people who held mic and cameras.

Entering his room they began as time was not on their side asking a bunch of questions which he answered wisely, after all the questions he was asked if he had anything more he had to say.

Looking up at the camera " I would like to apologize to every family of the kids that were on the bus that day they did not deserve all the pain they are going through now, it my fault and I take full responsibility and I say i'm sorry" he said bowing down his head to show his remorse.

After his statement the cameras were turned off and the anchor turned to the corner of the room going to greet the old man seated there.

Looking at them Damien saw how much money was important in this world.

It was afternoon already everything was settled, the television was buzzing with his statement he was in the headlines of almost every news channel.

Sitting by the window he saw from a distance a mob of angry protesters trying to make their way into the hospital, his door burst open and the doctor came rushing together asking him to get his things fast. It was time to leave.

Leading him towards the parking lot he placed a piece of paper into his hands before handing over the key to the car and a hoodie.

That is the address where your kid is going there quickly. I left some food, clothes and money in the car you need to leave now okay before they change their mind and get the police.

Nodding his head Damien entered the car thanking the doctor so much for his help he started the car and drove out of the hospital

Speeding towards the side gate of the hospital his eyes were trained on the road but his mind was fear away from where he was, set on the information in the piece of paper that was stuck tightly between his hands and the steering wheel.

Back at the hospital a lady was staring down at the speeding car, a worried expression plastered on her face for him but hoping for his safety is all she could do right now.

Reaching the address given to him he stopped the car a little bit far from the house not wanting to draw attention to himself.

He was about to cross to the other side when an old lady called to him waving at him.

Turning around he saw his little girl with her running toward her he hugged his little girl as she cried happy to see her father again, picking her up he went to the old lady greeting with a smile she asked him to wait for her while she brought some stuff she was asked to give him.

Placing his daughter inside the car he locked it before crossing the road to go collect the stuff from the lady.

Coming out of the house the lady asked him where the little girl was. He answered while taking the stuff out of his hands, but was stopped by the scream of the old lady talking about robbers, drug Lords and kidnappers.

Immediately he rushed to the car he saw a guy trying to forcefully open the door.

Rushing there he tackled him to the ground , punching him several times; he only stopped when he heard the cries of his daughter getting loud, rushing to her place hugging her and trying to calm her down.

The old woman shouted in some foreign language. Turning he saw the guy from earlier with a knife in his hands, pushing his daughter into the car. He closed the door looking at the guy who kept looking at him, stepping forward the old woman spoke again to the young man who later bowed his head down and left.

Turning around to look at the young man she smiled but he backed away from her a little looking at her suspiciously she smiled again and told him not to worry and to get to safety giving him a paper that contained the address of the house.

Asking why they were all helping him as he was confused she smiled and said one good will can reap you a lot of good fruits, turning around she waved at the little girl who was inside the car smiling with little tears in her eyes nodding at him again she returned to her house.

Getting into the car he started patting his daughter's head before heading out.

Stopping at the motel to rest as it was already night, he took his girl and luggages locking the car. He entered the motel booking a room .

Entering the room he placed his daughter on the bed, sitting beside her he kept staring at her as tears poured down his face this was not the kind of future he wanted for his daughter he never wanted her to be running for her life he saw a bright future with her were they were happy and comfortable just the two of them.

Stuffing his hands into his pocket to check for the address given to him his hands came in contact with an empty pocket looking around trying to search for it.

Deciding to go down to check the car he left the room but not before making sure the door was properly locked.

Getting down he unlocked the car searching it thoroughly for the piece he needed to find it so as to know his next move he wanted to settle down and take care of his child.

Thinking of where it could be, he decided to check under the car rug, opening it. He saw a beeping red light, surprised . He looked at it for a few minutes realizing it was a tracker. He immediately placed the rug back, closing the door rushing towards his room.

Getting there he sat on the couch at the corner putting his head in his hands he felt hopeless again different thought were in his head, he felt useless as if he could not protect his daughter obviously they knew where he was they could come anytime to cause trouble for them again at this thought he panicked getting up to check the window, looking down at the empty street his eyes roaming around trying to search for anyone or anything suspicious.