The Bad Boy Diary – Episode 9

Written by, Rejoice

 

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#Chapter 9

 

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**Drake’s POV**

 

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As I drove home from work, my mind pondered about Franco’s arrest.. I was scared about the cops coming for me cos somehow, someway, I was at the club with Franco and we talk quite lot at work.

 

The Manager had announced that the police would be coming to the bank for investigation anytime. We should be ready to defend ourselves and the company.

“Damn!” I hit my fist on the steering.

 

No more clubbing for now.

 

I’ll have to fix myself.

 

I got home and pulled to my apartment, taking my bag and car keys, I got down and closed the door.

 

Im home so early today.

 

7:45pm.

 

I met the Rogers outside their apartment and Im sure they were staring at me wondering why Im home so early.

 

Well they wouldn’t understand.

 

Clara isn’t home yet.

 

I walked into my living-room, switching on the lights.

 

I looked aroud before heading to my bedroom where I switched on the lights,.dropped my bag, took off my shoes and the suit and walked to the bathroom. Splashing water as I stared at my self.. My face wet.

 

I tried hard to end my fear.

 

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**Clara’s POV**

“Arghh arghh.. today had been a one hell of a stressful dayy.” I muttered as I came

 

down from my car, and headed towards my door porch..

 

What? Drake is home?

 

Really? seriously. I couln’t believe it.

 

First, last night, he played no music and today, he was back early and no music playing as well.

 

Wow…He must recieve an applause for this.

 

I walked in and switching the lights on, went straight to my bedroom.

 

Dropped my bag and the files I have to go through this night on my bed and took off my heels.

 

I checked the time, ‘8:30pm’

 

Ahh…

 

I walked to the bathroom and splashed water on my face as I stared at my dull eyes.

 

Today was a stressful day.

 

After Dr Campbell and I were done reading Mr Row Avantees health record. We found out he has a lung cancer which is caused by his hard drugging and smoking. But no one knew except Dr Wendy and Dr Carlos from Stelliford Hospital who treats him secretly.. It was a secret between him and the two doctors.

 

but seriously? why would such a bad health condition be a secret between three people?

 

Now, Mr Row condition had gotten critical and the Stelliford hospital wants to treat him but Dr Edwardo Avanteee wants him to be treated in his hospital putting every hope on Dr Campbell.

 

The Stellifords are stating that they are the only doctors who can save Mr Row but Dr Edwardo want’s to prove them all wrong. He’s trusting that Dr Campbell would save his brother.

 

Dr Campbell and every other GraAvantees doctor including I, our Job is at risk if we don’t save Mr Row.

 

Doctor Campbell and I had to go to Stelliford to request for the complete health record of Mr Row to find out the outlune dates he was treated. How many times and in what hour.

 

They hands us the records after we had to spend hours talking to them to release the records.

 

Those are the records with me and Dr Campbell goes with two and me with one.

 

I pulled off my dress to take a cold shower. That would cool me off.

 

I have to stay awake for hours tonight, reading and recording every single thing written down in that files.

 

Soon I was done and I walked out and goes to my Wardrobe for pajamas. I picked yellow and pulled on, then ponytailed my hair, slipped my feet into my flops then pick up my phone and walked out over to the living room and played shania twain track this time, ‘You’re still The One’ came playing, and I walked to the kitchen to make dinner.

 

As I made my eggs sauce and sandwich, I had to wonder why Drake wasn’t playing music tonight again just like yesterday. Is he suddenly changing?

 

The Rogers said he had never came home without playing loud music.

 

But anyways, im so grateful that he isn’t.

 

I could read the record tonight.

 

Noah.. im gonna call him after eating.

 

And minutes later after eating and cleaning the dishes, I walked back to my bedroom, layed down and made a call to Noah. We could just talk for two minutes.

 

**Noah’s POV**

“…See Mr Fernado Jones, Are you just sitting there smoking when the police have

 

found out about our operation and is searching the whole world for us? huh!” I yelled, hitting my fist on the table as my dad was relaxed on the seat, smoking and drinking with two girls in short black strapless dress and heels standing beside him and are massaging his shoulders.

 

He smiled as he puffs out smoke from his mouth and nose.

“Son, why are you frightened about this. Blacks said it was two men from the

 

lowest level, they can’t reach to the top. Blacks and his crew are gonna settle them,.. Money solves it all” he said with a lopsisded smile

“You have predict the police of the America. They could be serious this time.” I

 

said.

“We are in Africa. Relax soon.” Then his phone clicks and the lady by the left

 

hands it to him.

 

He places it on his ear.

 

He smiles.

“Meet me at Derreign in two hours.” he said and ends the call.

 

Then smiled at me, “export successful, cash complete.” he announces and I smiled.

“Money money money..” I sang.

 

“Yes money.” he follows.

 

My phone rings.

 

Clara.

“No noise.” I ordered and picks up.

 

“Baaby, how are you doing?” I spoke first, sounding very soft.

 

“Im fine sweetie, thought about you, so I had to call you.” she said.

 

 

I smiled, “That is so sweet of you baby.. I can’t wait to see you and have you in my arms again..” I said..

“Next week right? which day should I anticipate. I’ve missed you.” she asked.

 

I glanced at my dad who puffed out smoke.

“I’ll let you know baby.” I said.

 

“Oh alright. I had a stressful day and im about having three hours night reading,

 

going through a health record and some other files. It’s not easy.” she said. “Sorry baby, just be careful and take care of your beautiful self okay?” I saod. “I wil. I love you Noah..”

 

“I love you more baby, kisees, muah.”

 

She giggles, “C’mon give me my own kiss too. Don’t be selfish baby.” I said and glanced at my dad who smiled.

“Ahh.. ofcourse, I will give you your own kiss, muah.. love you dearly.” she said.

 

“Love you more baby, bye.” I said.

 

“Bye.”

 

The call ended.

“You know,..” my dad said as he takes the glass of wine on the table, “.. I told you

 

not to fall inlove with any girl Noah cos this business you are in do not deserve such but you wouldn’t fucking listen to me, your father.”

 

I recalled him telling me severally about it but I can’t leave Clara.

 

I love her very much.

 

“…don’t mess this operation that i’ve built for years son. If you wanna date, date people that is into this business, not some white shoes nurse. ” he said.

“I love Clara dad… I’ve been handling it.” I said.

 

He sipped from the glass, “Be cautious son.”

 

I pushed my hair backward as thoughts of Clara ran through my mind.

 

I’ve lied so many times to Clara.

 

Im still lying right now and im gonna still lie to her in the future.

 

I wish we never met cos I fell inlove with her immediately that she walked pass me and I couldn’t help not making her my girlfriend even though my dad disapproved that due to the business and the rules.

 

But I could’nt stop my feelings.

 

I love Clara and im afraid to know that if the police doesn’t stop their investigations and arrest, then i’ll have to stay back here till the investigation dies away and a lot more which I don’t want at all.

 

I miss Clara so much.

 

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Now you all have read Noah’s POV…

 

Who do you think is better now, Drake or Noah?

 

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