The last day bride

"Rape?", she screamed.

Mrs Johnson who just finished dressing was heading to work before she got an abrupt call from a hospital that Aviva had been raped in her high school. She couldn't apply her psyche forthwith the news was broken to her. She stopped the call forthwith she was told. She lost her composure. She rummaged the room like an asthmatic searching for an inhaler. Her neighbours heard her uproar and became inquisitive. Some who overheard the glimpse of the uproar peeped through their windows. Nevertheless, who cares, none of them bothered to make findings, a spirit which African society was birthed with; communal. It seemed she couldn't make it to work for the day anymore. She pounced her hand on the head and removed the wig she wore, something she had initially roughen forthwith the news was broken to her, though she is calm, but quickly got frustrated.

Mrs Johnson was a widow, also an Aunt to Aviva. Aviva was the only child of her parents, they lived in Phoenix, Arizona, her parents died in a motor accident some months after she was admitted into the University of Michigan. Her parents were teachers before their demise. Johnson was the senior sister of Mrs. Jean, the mother of Aviva. She had a daughter and two sons. Her daughter was her first child while the remaining two boys were the second and the third respectively. The name of her daughter was Lloyd while the second and the third sons were Mark and Maverick respectively. Mrs Johnson was a passionate journalist. She studied Investigative Journalism at Harvard University on scholarship. She came from an average family. She and her late sister, Mrs Jean were two of best blood and were the only children of their parents. Forthwith her demise, Aviva only option was to go and live with her Aunt, Mrs. Johnson. She was a Journalist at CNN and also engaged in business especially estate properties. She was a calm woman, but could lose her calm over frustrating issues. She was a good mother and a role model to her children. She gave them the best in life. She lost her husband to the deadly virus, Covid-19 due to his aversion to heed the nation doctor's information concerning the deadly virus but kept following the former president's contention against face mask and how deadly the virus was. Mr. Johnson was just ill-fated to have died from the virus because the probability that the virus could kill him was short. They didn't detect timely that he had contracted the virus. It was during the first outbreak of the virus that was when he contracted it. Most of his colleagues at work were also diagnosed with the virus unfortunately he was among the few that died from it. He was on duty when he contracted it and didn't come home during the period or else his family could have been battling with the virus also. His covid-19 status was disclosed to his family while they thought he was at work and the next news they would hear was his death. She had moved on since the death of her husband.

She took her car key after perambulating hither thither in the room. Her thought was that she must be in the school hospital but something told her to call to confirm where Aviva was admitted. She supposed to have asked when she was called initially, but she lost her psyche. She couldn't take it if anything occurs to Aviva because she was the only successor of her parents. The spirit of Aviva's mother wouldn't forgive her if anything came about to her, she continue to mumble in her psyche. She went to the parlour to drop something. She went out forthwith, she forgot the car key, she had to jog back in to take it. She had to make a call to one of her cousin she knew at the Hartsfield-Jackson Atlanta international airport (ATL) to book a flight. She drove to the airport. When she arrived. She phoned her contact.

"Hello, Melina, where are you?", Mrs. Johnson asked.

"Where are you so I can come to meet you?".

"At the edge of the lowest lift", Mrs. Johnson replied.

Melina reached where she was and saw her, they hugged each other. It had been a while they had seen each other. Melina's father was the junior brother of Mrs. Johnson's mother. Her father name was Collins Castle, he was a corp. Mrs. Johnson and Collins did work together especially if there was an investigation he could help her with. They were both working on the recent case of the massacre that was said to have taken place in Nigeria. After their discussion, she made ready a car that would come to take her to the Michigan airport. She boarded the plane and arrived at Detroit Metropolitan Wayne county airport after spending one hour and forty minutes, she was lucky to have booked the first flight out of eleven with the help of her cousin. She made a phone call to the contact that phoned her initially about the rape of Aviva.

"Which hospital is she?", Mr. Johnson asked.