DIED FOR LOVE, DEAD FOR DREAM

Years later, he sat in his elegant office at the presidential villa, brooding. Life nearly seem an illusion without his guardian angels around him. He was searching for a file over his desk when a knock came in. Kenneth entered, and walked past the UN flag by the door. Kenneth had been his most faithful staff even before he became his chief security officer at the White house.

"Everything is set for Rosewell's downfall, sir." He said, after paying his respect. Stampley rose and walked to his shelf. He stared long at a framed picture evident in a corner. He cried and wet his clothes, holding Chloe's picture.

Deep love between couples and doves could quite be understood, but who can give an explanation to the hearty love between Stampley and Chloe, undivided. Inseparable.

"Papa." Chloe, nine and Stampley's only child called him for the third time with a gentle touch, seeing her father was lost in thought, staring at the night stars.

"Hey, my little angel." he replied, trying to gather himself back to reality. He drew the little Angel into his big and warm arms. Chloe couldn't resist her father's affection towards her. She knew Stampley always saw Eunice, her mother, in her. 'You just look like her' He would say, after kissing her forehead. "I love you, papa" She said, returning his kiss while she sat on his lap.

She had always wish her papa would remarry, and maybe consider Ms. Jane, their close neighbour. Jane had been so nice to them since Eunice passed out; doing some cleaning and cooking for them, and then return to her apartment. That was what Chloe needed at those times; love and affection- someone who cared.

"Do you think I can win the council election and become a senator?" Stampley asked softly. That had always been his ambition since Eunice died of injustice. He wanted to make a change. "Sure, Papa. I believe in you."

"Yea, I also believe..." a strange voice interrupted from the dark. Chloe quickly rose and hid behind her father. The stranger moved closer to them as the leaves in the compound crunched under his shoes, and now appearing in the light, "But in the grave." It was Danglish, an assassin Rosewell hired to kill his rivals prior to the election.
"I have no time to waste here because I only spared a bullet for you, so you can become a senator in hell."

He was now sweating profusely. "Noooooo!" Stampley screamed, closing his eyes as the bullet was released. His mind quickly got caught up in the paradise, seeing a new heaven, a white background. He could catch the sight of Eunice somewhere around a corner. He pursued after her, but the more he ran the farther he was from her. His senses were soon restored and realised no bullet had pierced him. He felt nothing than a hug against his chest. Opening his eyes steadily, "No, no, noooooooooo!" He cried, and harder, "Chloeeeeeeee!"

The siren was too close before Danglish could strike him with his two-edged knife.

"Please remarry and fulfill your dreams, Papa. I love you" she whispered with her last breathe.

Jane fetched the picture from him and placed it back in the shelf. She made him sit on the couch and wiped off the tears from his face; patting him on back. "She was proud of you and always knew you to be brave. Don't disappoint her with your tears."

He sucked back the tears and pretty smiled back at her. Stampley reached his hand on her tummy. She shifted his hand to the centre, "Here, It's kicking softly." He bent low and placed his ear close to hear the kicking baby. "The scan showed it's a girl," She whispered, "we'll name her Chloe. Wayne Chloe."


Story by: MICHEALHADEN & TABITHA


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