Chapter 2 Sister Pamela’S Pov

• “What happened here, little girl?” I asked.
• I was already driving when I noticed the little girl standing
• by the car. I wanted to ignore and continue on my way until she started leaping
• to the driver’s side so I figured that something must be wrong. I decided to
• take a closer look and I noticed that the car had been involved in an accident.
• The car was in a deplorable situation and from my analysis,
• no one should survive from this accident. But if the girl could be alive and
• moving, then maybe there could be some survivors.
• I was late on my journey to Beetville Town but then I must
• see if they are any that can still be saved. So I immediately parked my car and
• rushed over to the scene.
• As I approach the little girl and the car, my mind wondered
• to so many possibilities. Like what had happened, who were in the car, is the
• little girl the only survivor or are others still alive and even how did she
• survive this?
• When I arrived, I took a look at the young boy and the woman
• in the car and saw that they were dead. And when I got to the girl and the man,
• I saw he was still struggling with his breath.
• “My family” she murmured.
• “Were you in the car with them, tell me what happened?” I
• requested.
• I brought out my phone and dialed 911 but it could not
• connect.
• “Junior pushed me out” was all she could say.
• I noticed that she was reluctant to move away from the man
• who I figured should be her dad and so I said to her. “Please let me take care
• of this. Daddy might have one or two instruction for us”
• Reluctantly, she stepped a foot away and cringed on to my
• side. I made to get him out of the car but he stopped me by saying. “Stop, no
• need to. Just…” he stopped.
• “Sir, I can hear you” I said and leaned towards him.
• “The booth. Open it… money… yes some money… for … money…” he
• was losing his breath and he struggled to talk.
• “Sir, let me get you to the hospital. You can still breath,
• let me get you to the hospital immediately” I offered.
• “No” he tried to scream.
• With the way he had reacted at the idea, I knew something was
• seriously wrong with him so I decided to take a proper look at him and I
• discovered that his stomach was ripped open with his intestine out.
• I was going to scream but quickly restrained myself because
• of the little girl. She was yet to understand what was going on, and so, my
• scream might cause her to begin to panic.
• “Okay, sir, I understand. So what about the booth?” I asked.
• The dying man was struggling to keep his eyes open and finish
• his sentence. “She… she” he said, looking at the girl.
• “Yes sir, she” I urged him on.
• “Mo…ney for… for her” he responded.
• “Okay, money for her in the booth, so how do I open it?” I
• inquired.
• “Fin…gers” he breathed his last and shut his eyes.
• “Daddy” the girl whispered. “Daddy, not you too daddy”
• I made the sign of the cross over the dead ones and said a
• short prayer for their souls to be accepted in the Lord’s bosom.
• After that, I turned to the little girl and said to her.
• “Daddy left something in the booth for you and it could only be opened with his
• finger print but too bad his fingers are of no use now. See, let me make some
• calls and see if the network is okay now”
• I took my phone and dialed 911 again, and just like the first
• time, it did not connect. I sighed. My network is not receptive here in Everestland.
• I would have gotten a new sim card on my visit, but since I was only going to
• spend two days here, I had dismissed the idea.
• “Come” the little girl said to me.
• She dragged my hands and led me to the booth.
• “Do you have the keys?” I inquired.
• “Only I and dad’s finger prints can open everything. And off
• course that of Rich too” she said.
• “Rich, is that your brother?” I asked.
• “No, he is family” she replied.
• She placed her thumb on the key hole and the booth opened.
• “There” she said pointing to a small suitcase. “That is the
• money my dad was referring to. You can take it and leave, and thanks for
• stopping by”
• I collected the suitcase and opened it. It was filled with
• bills. I estimated that it will run into thousands of dollars if not over a
• million.
• “But the money is meant for you, why give it to me?” I asked.
• “I can always get a lot more” she replied.
• “And what would you be doing all alone in this deserted road
• if I leave. It is getting late?” I inquired.
• It was already 6pm and the day is getting dark. I have more
• than three hours’ drive from here to get to Beetville Town. And there is no way
• I am going to leave a little girl all alone in this lonely express road of
• North Seaside of Everestland.
• “Rich will come for me. Dad said he is family and that he
• will always be there for us in all situation” she replied.
• “I am Sister Pamela, but you can refer to me as sister. What
• is your name?” I asked.
• I was still a stranger to her and to get her to come along
• with me for the mean time, I must have to show her that I was more than that.
• She looked at me, and for the first time since I met her, she
• smiled. She was just so little and naïve. She could not even grasp her
• situation at the moment. I could tell that she believed that her family will
• come back to her soon just like in children’s plays.
• “I am Annabel Macpherson” she replied.
• “Okay Annabel, you see, your dad has handed you over to me at
• least for the mean time. I know you would prefer to be with Rich but he is not
• here yet. I have also tried to get help, but that is not possible. So what if I
• say I take you along with me to Beetville Town and tomorrow I will come and
• locate Rich. Or do you know where he lives or even his phone number?” I asked.
• I know it is a big question for girls her age, but she
• appears to be very intelligent and quite conscious of events around her. So she
• might be able to give me the answers that I seek.
• “No, I don’t. He has moved into his new house at the outskirt
• of town and we were going to pay him a visit there for the first time” she
• replied.
• “Okay, what about his number, anything at all that we can use
• to trace him?” I asked.
• “I don’t have any of those” she murmured.
• “That is okay, I will try and locate him myself then, but
• then we have to leave here now. The journey is a long one” I said.
• I held forth my hand to her, and she placed hers into mine
• and I led her to my car.
• Now it is obvious that God had caused the delay that that
• have happened at the convent in Lakeside so that I can meet Annabel.