Creeza:
I hope bianca gets through this, lost a friend once ,more like a brother. I have no idea what it feels like to loose a child. I hope i never have to, it will be heart wrenching.

This makes me remember Mama Henry, the mother of my friend. It was a terrible sight to watch her cry on that day. Two years now and Leukemia is still a heart breaker . Adieu Henry.

continue pls bibijay

Sorry about ur friend..may we not experience such again.

veekid:
When is todays update fallen on us? Madam B

Lol my former boo I will update this weekend. They are ready but I need to edit frst. How u dey?

Topscoque:
Thnks Swty, wondering of recent wen u go serve us one of ur delicacies again....... Seatbet in place........ Oya let's go there

Lol I hope u like dis one ooo cos it's different

johnwizey:
Mama is back. Following bumper to bumper

Pikin is here

Chapter two

Bianca was almost at her house when she felt a hand on her shoulder. She let out a blood curdling scream as she whirled around, her arms raised to protect her face. She slowly opened her eyes and found her neighbour, Tracy staring at her. She was a heavy set black American with the temper of a mule. But she could be sweet natured when she wanted. Bianca sighed and lowered her hands.
“What’s up Tracy?” She said.

“You look like you’ve seen a ghost. Are you alright?” Tracy asked.

“Yea sure. I’m alright”

“I was wondering if you’d like to hang out with my girls and I tonight. You know, girl’s night.” She said.

“That’s…um….it sound like fun but I’m sorry I can’t tonight.” Bianca apologized, hoping Tracy would get the message and stop pestering her to socialise.

“Alright,” She said. “Maybe next weekend?”

“Yea sure, thanks.” Bianca readily agreed, hastily walking away.

She took a long breath when her apartment came in view. She walked towards the door, her hands trembling as she slipped out a key from her Jean. I should have been the one in that casket, she thought. Life wasn't fair, she thought as hot tears trickled down her cheeks. She almost jumped out of her skin when her phone went off. It took her a second before she realized that it was her phone. She slipped it out of her pocket, she had gotten a reminder from the old people's home about Mj's mother. Mj was her only son and child. Now that he was gone, Bianca tried to be there for her. She locked the door and took a quick shower. She pulled her hair into a bun and walked into her kitchen. She took out everything she needed to make a chocolate cake while humming one of her songs.
***
Bianca hated hospitals. Just the thought of walking into one gave her migraines. The smell of drugs, nurses going up and down, the starchy green overall and everything else nauseated her. Nurses were always going up and doing but yet doing nothing. She had begged them, cried her eyes out while hanging onto their arms that they should save her husband. But what did they do? They had simply told her that he was dead. She parked her old car and picked up the cake beside her. She walked into the building with determination, her shoulders were tensed and her lips was pursed. She would be strong and make this day remarkable for Mrs. Faraday. She knocked on her door and walked into the hospital room. The old lady was laid up in her bed in a bright floral gown. Lucy, Mrs. Faraday's nurse gave Bianca smile.

"Hello Lucy," Bianca said.

"Hello Bianca," Lucy said, smiling. " Oh you brought us a cake!"

"Yea," Bianca said, walking towards the bed to place a kiss on the old woman's hair. She smelled of lemon shampoo. Bianca was glad her nurse was taking good care of her. She turned to Lucy, giving her a warm smile.

“Happy birthday mom,” Bianca said, " I baked you a cake,"

Mrs. Faraday beamed at her, pulling Bianca's arm to her bony chest.

” Where’s my Michael?’’ She asked, " Why isn't he here with you? Lucy didn't you tell me that boy of mine would be here today?"

“He…um” Bianca broke off, unsure of what to say. This was one of those days she forgot about everything including the fact that Mj was gone. Bianca wondered if it was a blessing or a curse that Mrs. Faraday had lost touch with reality. Bianca placed the cake on a table and ran out of the room.


“Its’s time for your nap Mrs. Fay” Lucy said, "After your nap I will read you a story and you can have a slice of your birthday cake." She tucked the sheet around her and went in search of Bianca.

Bianca couldn't forgive herself. Even though everyone said it wasn't her fault, she knew she had caused Mj's death. She had forced him to go to a grocery store late into the night. She heard a knock on the toilet door and held her breath.

"Are you alright in there?" Lucy asked.

“Mrs. Faraday,” Laura said, “I need to know you are alright, please answer me.”

“Yea” Bianca replied throatily.” I’m fine.”

She opened the door and walked out.

“Tears won’t bring him back.” She said,” Neither will it take away the guilt. It will only give you migraines.” She said. “I felt the same way when my son, Trey died. But in the end I realized that I only have to forgive myself. If I hadn’t sent him away the night he came home, dead drunk as usual he might still be alive today. Forgive yourself Bianca, forgive yourself, "

“Thank you, please will you make sure that Mrs. Faraday is properly cared for," Bianca said." I can't face her in this state,"

“You are welcome and I understand. " She replied and walked out.

Happy birthday to my favorite nairalanders

Gloryejims:
Bibijay123 all I can say is... You're the best... Thumbs up

Nollywood, Bollywood, Hollywood needs to act this out.. It was suspense filled...

Thumbs up and thank work this... More inspiration to ur thoughts..

Thanks a lot ma.

bakeuhappy:
Thank u so much bibijay123 for always sharing other stories with me and inviting me here most especially on diaryland... but how does one get one opened?

You want a diary? It's simple. It's just like creating a thread. Go to diary section n search for create new topic. Click on it and write your heart out

tunjilomo:
Bibijay,thumbs up.�����

Thanks bro. Just saw this. How are u?

Gloryejims:
Wow wow wow...

I've been seeing this story title since probably the beginning of the year but I've been ignoring it... Butt yesterday night I decided to see what it's about and believe you me, I was so glued on it.. I just had to read the next one and the one after that till I got go the end...

Bibijay123...Youre the best.. You actually got me I always tell people.. Never judge a person by the situation or circumstances you find them.. And this story just... I'm speechless.. But I'm happy at the end it was worth it

Thanks, thanks and the,, this story needs to be read by the world.. Very inspiring and motivating..

Ify, even with everything, she still persevered and became happy at last... Thumbs up bibijay123..

Thanks sweetie. My boo keeps telling me this is one of my best stories but I keep doubting him. I am glad you love the story and took time to read it. Time and again we hastily Judge people without taking out time to find out their own side of the story. I have started a new one today, so please join us. Thanks for reading.

Divepen1:
bibiiijayyyy

Dive

Michelle55:
hehehe.. the coolest bibi is back with a bang.. ride on sweetie, I dey your back!!!

Thanks dear

dominique:


Something a bit different from what we're used to from you, doesn't make it any less of a blockbuster. Just seeing that it's the same story you asked me to critique last year. And to think I was going to ask you how it went. One heck of a thriller, can't wait to see how it ends

Thanks to your help, I was able to make so many changes.

kerr9:
Let do this thou was not mentioned

Awww sorry

dominique:
She's baaaaak! Another blockbuster is about to land.

lol this one na hollywood o, how are you sis?

Chapter One

When the wind blows south will you remember me still? Do you still remember how you made me feel? Will your heart find its way back to me?

Mj’s voice rolled into her ears through her headset. She would never get tired of listening to him sing, he had brought every of her songs to life. Mj had given her songs voice but he had lived too short. Bianca Avery knew she was being followed. She combed her hand through her honey blonde hair, took off her headset and looked around, surveyed the environment. Amos lane was a quiet neighborhood and the roads were often deserted. Maybe it was because of the tranquility of the street or the thoughts that danger could be lurking around that appealed to her. Bianca wanted to die but she was too much of a coward to take her own life. She had wanted to die ever since the day MJ was lowered to the ground. She had said in her head that he was too young to die, that he was selfish and that he had died without her. Every day she walked through Amos lane, wishing a thug would suddenly come out of nowhere and strangle her to death. She had fantasized about dying so many times that she was certain death was coming for her soon. Her mother had often told her that if she wished for something often she would get it. So why hadn’t Mj come back to life? Why has his killer not been brought to book and why was she still alive? Her mother had no answer for that. All she had left was the shred of hope that if she keep wishing for death, it would either find her or she would find it. So why was she scared that she was being followed?

She went through each day just like everyone else but she knew that she wasn’t like everyone else. Something had died in her. She taught the Dallas rich kids music, making their parents believe that they would one day be as famous as Kenny Rogers or Elvis Presley. She laughed in her head whenever, she said that to the parents of the kids she taught. She was a college dropout, she hadn’t even made it as far as LA. She had not made much of her talent, or made much of her life. She had dropped out to work and support Mj. Mj was the gifted one. Mj could bring even the most boring lyrics to life, Mj had believed in her dream and now Mj was gone. She had killed the only man who believed in her, the only man who loved her. He had helped her and healed her. He had showed her that not all men were heartless. She had shared her deepest secrets with him. He had held her in his arms and comforted her. She had never told anyone else that she was molested by her uncle when she was ten and that he had actually penetrated her. Mj never thought of her as soiled goods. She felt guilty for being alive while Mj was gone. She had not only destroyed one life but two. She glanced over her shoulders and quickened her steps. Her gaze dropped to the simple wedding band on her finger; married in the morning; widowed by night.

Mj’s music was all she had left. She had driven him to the town he performed his first gig. On their way back, he had parked his car by the road side and begged her to make love to him. But she had refused. She had never let him sleep with her and she would regret that for the rest of her life. Mj’s music was a gift, a treasure and she was glad to have that now. Even though she had written all of his songs, they were bland and lifeless until Mj gave it voice. She glanced over her shoulders again and her eyes misted with tears. Twenty-seven-years- old, driving a rickety car, living in a stuffy one bedroom apartment and as skittish as a puppy. Ever since Mj died, she had had the feeling that she was being followed. She had gone to the police and they had watched her house for three weeks. In the end, they advised that she visit a shrink. She knew she was being followed, sometimes it scares her but sometimes she feels comforted, knowing that she wasn’t alone. Her girlfriends stayed away because they were scared of saying something that might upset her. Her sister, Alicia, who was a lawyer and was happily married thought she was just being paranoid. Of course, Alicia would say that because she never approved of her relationship with Mj. Bianca had shut herself away in her room for three months, sneaking out of the house only when she needed food supplies. Mj’s boss and manager, CEO of Brooklyn and Ralph records, had been the only person she allowed to visit her. The record label had given Mj a chance and she would be forever grateful to them. They still wanted her to write music for them but she couldn’t bear to hear anyone sing her song. Three months after Mj was signed to the record label, he had taken her to his tree house and proposed to her. Mj’s tree house was a little small so they had crawl in. It was built for him by his father and it was wonder that the tree house hadn’t fallen apart. She hadn’t known that he was going to propose to her that night, no wonder his mother had made his favorite food. She had said yes with tears in her eyes and three days later they were married. Mj would never feel the wind on his skin again; something he loved. He would not throw his arms around her again when she had one of her nightmares. And he would never sing her songs again. Mj was dead and gone.

princ007:
Me too, so make i just waka dey go for now

collinometricx:
bibijay123 u can fit to Calli mhi...

Chai there is God

lol you na my persin nau

fam24:
FTC.
Though I wasn't mentioned

Pele. I am not done with the mentions

Prologue

“Sam!” Bianca cried out, shaking his almost lifeless body,her hands trembled as she dialed 9-1-1. She had poisoned Sam’s food but that was before he talked, that was before he told her the part he had played in Mj’s death. Even though Sam had killed her husband and taken away her joy she was no murderer. She hadn’t been herself when she thought of murdering him. Now Sam is dead and she would go to prison for life, that she was sure of. A knock sounded at the door and she ran to get it, thinking it was the cops or the paramedics but she was stopped in her tracks by the nozzle of a gun pointed at her forehead. Bianca swallowed hard, a tingle running down her spine. She almost cried out in disbelief but she held her breath. Her phone clattered to the floor, as she took a step back.

“Please you’ve got to help me” Bianca said with a tremor in her voice, “I poisoned Sam and I have been trying to...“

“Call 9-1-1?” The intruder said. “Forget it, he’s not worth it. He deserves to die, remember he killed your husband.”

“Yeah, that’s true,” Bianca replied, tears rolling down her cheeks.

“His real name is Wesley Hunter and he’s a murderer. He also murdered his wife and kid two years ago.”

“I know that,” Bianca replied, “But what I don’t understand is why you are pointing a gun at me,”

The intruder laughed loudly, a cold laughter that shook Bianca to her core. She had made several mistakes and now she would pay for her stupidity with her life. She had trusted the wrong people, and slept with the man who killed her husband.

“I want to have a taste of what you gave to that traitor lying on the floor and I want to wrap my hands around your skinny neck, strangling the breath out of you while I have my release.” The intruder replied.

“P-please, please don’t hurt me,” Bianca stammered.

“I will hurt you over and over because you are a cheap LovePeddler,” The intruder replied.

Bianca closed her eyes, tears brimming over her lashes and spilling onto her cheeks. She was done fighting, she decided. She couldn’t save Mj, she couldn’t save Sam so how would she be able to save herself?

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Copyright2017@ Gaglo Blessing. No parts of this work should be used in part or in whole without the author’s permission. All names of people and Places in this book are all the writer’s imagination. You can contact the author via Email : blessinggaglo@yahoo.com.

Seat back, relax and let the journey begin.

Synopsis A recently widowed woman, Bianca, got closer to Sam Tucker, a new guy in her neighborhood because she was certain he was her husband’s killer. She was determined to bring him down but the more she got to know to him, the more he seems to make her feel better, the more her heart raced faster and the more she realized that things are not always what they seem and people are not always who you think they are.
But if Sam Tucker, who had her husband’s missing locket wasn’t the killer, who was? Will she still go through with her plans of bringing him down? Or will she allow her feelings take precedent over her quest for justice?