I didn't think twice about rushing straight to his face.

Hoping that somehow my presence would prevent him from pulling the metal ring and causing an explosion.

When I got there, Eric looked at me in shock as he paused and said

"What the fuck are you doing here?" He yelled.

"Please don't pull the metal ring Eric, please don't do this"I pleaded with a glossy eye.

One of the men tried to take the chance and subdue the grenade from Eric.

Stupid move

The force from trying to grab the grenade made Eric involuntarily pull the metal ring and before I knew every one was running out for cover and I felt a hand grab and place me on his shoulder as we ran as fast as we could far and away from the grenade

Then the explosion came.

The person who grabbed me out of the warehouse made us lay flat on the floor as the ear piercing sound of the Grenade boomed and everywhere was up in smokes.

My head was beginning to feel dizzy because in my bid to quickly lay on the floor for cover, my head had hit a hard object with the ear shattering sound of the grenade affecting my brain and giving me a huge headache.

My eyes were becoming teary and blurry as the smoke was beginning to get to me

I was coughing which was affecting my chest and somehow I felt my entire body shutting down. I felt so weak and my breathing sound seemed to be decreasing.

I made an effort to stand up, not knowing where I was supposed to be headed.

I was getting very dizzy and I felt myself staggering before I knew it, I felt my body drop.

The next thing I could remember was

Pure Darkness

...

My eyes fluttered open as I observed where I was and then I was beginning to hear a beeping sound.

I tried moving my fingers, it felt a little difficult but then it moved.

"Luna" I heard the voice of someone. His voice sounded so familiar. So foreign yet so elderly and raspy.

My father.

I looked towards where I heard his voice and there he was sitting on a chair close to me as he looked at me with so much relief and yet sadness

"Papa?" I croaked and my throat felt so dry. I wanted water.

"Water please" I managed to voice out

In a minute, I got the water as I made an effort to sit up but I felt so much pain in my rib area that I groaned but I could still sit up.

I drank up and looked at my father, he was the only one in the room.

"How are you feeling?" He asked?

"I'm fine." I said, my voice sounding a bit better now.

"I already called for the doctor. He would be here soon"my father said

"When did you call for him, you barely moved" I asked, really curious.

"Luther was in here and I instructed him right after he passed me the glass of water which I gave to you" he explained

"Okay" I said while my eyes ransacked the room I was in.

It didn't look like a hospital room

The room was too big and I just noticed how huge the bed I was laying on was.

It was beautiful decorated in black tiles with glints of gold. The furnitures which contrasted the white and black wallpapers were hanging in all corners.

I don't recognize this place

"Where am I ?" I asked

"Home." My Papa said with a smile

"Is this a different room in the mansion? It's so beautiful" I gushed with a smile.

I heard my Papa clear his voice for a moment, as he said.

"We are no longer in Nigeria, Koya. This is your home in Russia, although it isn't our main mansion"

The fuck?!

When did I come to Russia?

Then the experience of the explosion came back and then it hit me

Shawn!

I didn't even get to tell him a proper goodbye.

How long have I even been here because I swear the last thing I remembered was the explosion and I sure as hell can't remember packing my luggage to leave Nigeria.

"What happened Papa?" I asked in curiosity and somewhat, fear gripped me

"I don't understand"my father said

"How long have I been unconscious?" I didn't need anyone to tell me that I just escaped death.

"A few weeks" he replied

"What about Shawn?" I asked and just then my father's face morphed into something I could believe was just sadness and my heart stuttered.

I was trying to calm down, I remember seeing him tied to that chair in that warehouse before Eric brought out the grenade.

The bulb in my head went off as I decided to shake off the idea of what I was probably thinking.

No...

He must have survived right?

"You need to rest, Koya"my father urged.

"No, I need to know Papa. What happened?... Please don't tell me it's what I'm thinking." I pleaded as my voice became shaky.

"Then, I won't tell you my dear" my father said sadly

That was all I needed to know and confirm that my suspicions were true.

He

He

Is

Dead

Tears pooled down my eyes as I began to sob and slowly the sound increased and I was beginning to cry loudly.

My baby

My heart

My soul

My...

My Shawn

"Papa..." I cried out loud as he came towards me and pulled me in for an embrace. Crying into his chest.

"I'm sorry. Shawn died in the explosion. He couldn't make it. His father uses a wheelchair now and right now the Angoteh Groups is ..."

I tuned out as all I could hear from what he said was Shawn dying in the explosion.

My heart broke a thousand folds and my rib areas were beginning to hurt badly. I didn't care. I had to mourn

Mourn for the death of the love of my life

Mourn for the death of the spark of my life.

Mourn for the only one who was there when no one wasn't

Mourn for the one who brought happiness to my life

I couldn't stop thinking of his subtle smiles and smug looks

His commanding aura and powerful strides

The way his eye sparked when he gave those bright smile of his.

Memories flood me

Our hugs

Our touch

Our kisses

Our connection

The peace I found in and with him

Shawnnnn!!!!

Shawnnnn!!!

My baby

My heart

No!

My mind began to rummage over every memory of him.

Like the first time I met him at the strip club when he whispered

"Here, have your phone but its against the rules of this club to video record a stripper. You should thank me because, if you had gotten caught, things would have gotten pretty messy for you."

Tears tricked down my face as the memories kept flowing.

The night of his unveiling when he said...

"You have stolen from me ... My heart"

God!!!

No!

He can't be dead.

"But Shawn, you said... you said... you won't leave me" I muttered shakily

"You ain't alone, Selena.. I'm not leaving you to face this alone.. I'm gonna stay with you and we would survive this together..."

"Shawn please tell me it's all a dream, tell me this is a prank and console me" I muttered shakily as I remembered crying in his arms while he consoled me.

"Oh God! Baby don't cry... Come here"

I told you not to meet him!

Shawn!!!

I told you not to go meet Eric

I told you Shawn!

I told you I didn't want to lose you

"We don't always get what we want"

Those words echoed in my head

"We don't always get what we want"

"We don't always get what we want"

"We don't always get what we want"

That was the last thing he said to me...

Please this has to be a dream.

"Please wake me up, tell me this isn't true" I muttered

"Please wake me up, tell me this isn't true" I repeated.

"Please wake me up, tell me this isn't true" I repeated as I began to feel my body shake

"Please... Please... Tell me it isn't TRUE!!! Not my baby! Not my Shawn, not him! He didn't deserve this. I should have died instead papa" I cried out, not able to hide it in.

"I should have died instead. What is life without him? What do I look up to? Where do I find someone who would love me like he did? Where Papa?! No one fucking loves me!!! They all leave Papa! They all leave!!" I broke down in tears again.

The pain is too much

Am I cursed?

Who did I ever offend?

Why can't my life stop being tragic?

When would I find real happiness?

Why didn't I die

God!!! You would have let me die

I have no one to live for

I cant do this

" You would survive this Koya, You are strong. The strongest woman I have ever known" My Papa said

"I'm not... I'm not strong"I shivered as the pain kept jabbing me.

My head was hurting

My heart was hurting

My body was hurting

My soul was...

Lost

And at that moment, all I felt was numb.

THE END

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Shawnnnn!!!!😭😭😭

I'm so sorry he had to leave us this way😔

Rip 💔

This is the End of Part 1; Her Identity.

Part 2 would be coming right up and I'm wondering if I should complete it in this same book or create another one for it.

The book is about to get way hotter!!

A new Selena would be coming to you.

Everything would be different now.

Just keep on reading as we watch Selena grow through all the worst!

But wait?

Who held her hand and rushed her out of the warehouse before the grenade blew???

Please Vote.

What are your thoughts about the new book cover?

I placed it in the media book tho'

Peace Out ✌🏾
-Ebere 🖤