His Toxic Addiction
Chapter 137: Is God Really There?

Chapter 137: Is God Really There?

DEAR READERS,

Happy fathers Day to all the men out there including potential fathers. To those who have no father to celebrate this special day with, I wish you incredible comfort and when it hurts so bad, I pray you would be able to move on with all the good memories life had offered.

Also, don’t forget about the people around you, we are all here to help you out of whatever trauma you might be so deep in.

Once again, HAPPY FATHERS DAY 🥰🥰❤️

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"Stephen,"

Stephen raised his face from his laptop, "Trice, I thought you were already asleep?" he questioned as he stood up from his seat.

Beatrice looked around the room, "I can’t sleep, the voices came again," she complained, already close to tears.

Stephan let out a deep pained breath, "Come here,"

Beatrice walked to him with fast steps as she could not wait anymore to receive comfort from him. Throwing herself into his arms, an ocean of tears slipped from her eyes, "We still haven’t found her,"

Stephan tried to be the man between them as he held back his tear and stroked her back with love, "We won’t lose hope now," he encouraged her.

Beatrice sniffed on his shoulder as more tears slipped from her eyes, "I can’t.... say that," she rejected his encouragement.

Right now, she was left with a torn heart. Each second was a struggle, she just want to see her daughter, was that too much to ask from God?

Why would God let her breathe in this condition when he still has no mercy on them? Her condition is critical with each day hanging on a miracle thread but somehow, God still kept her breathing.

If he could do that, why can’t he just bring her daughter to her doorstep? If all these were caused by her sins, hasn’t she prayed enough? Hasn’t she apologized for all she had done?

She has never taken someone’s life, she had never overruled someone, and she has never stepped on someone.

However, people who had done all of these still walk on earth happily with all of their needs at their beaks and call but her - she isn’t saying she has no sin at least, she was human and surely, she had done the common ones but God decides to punish her this way.

"My time is near Stephan," she reminded him with a flood of tears pouring from her eyes. With shaking hands, she parted from him before taking the fake wig off her hair.

Standing before her husband with her bald hair, her tears increased, "Would I leave this earth without seeing my only child? Is that what God wants?"

Stephan looked at his wife’s already bald hair and his heart tightened, and finally, his tears dropped, "My time is near Stephan, I’m scared," Beatrice’s voice broke as she cried out.

Stephen pulled her into another hug as he was at a loss for words. For the past years, he also had been hoping but nothing was happening.

He only has to strengthen her while he searches around.

"God_"

"Don’t call God," she cut him off, "I don’t think he still exists,"

Stephan could only sigh. At moments like this, he always felt useless and hurt. He doesn’t have all the connections in the world but with the little he has, he was expected to have found their daughter already but every day was like the other.

He only ended up giving promises.

"Does he hear and answer prayers as everyone always says? Is he really up there watching us suffer this way?" she asked Stephen from his chest as she battled with her running nose and excessive tears.

Stephen kissed the crown of her head before wrapping his arms around her securely, "God listens, he hears and he answers but sometimes, the things we yearn for might not be good for us and he just has to take it away," Stephen lectured with love.

Beatrice’s body trembled, "How would you say my daughter isn’t good for me? If so, why did he plant her in my womb when he knows she won’t be good for me?" Beatrice argued as she refused to see reasons with Stephen.

She was beginning to get overwhelmed and irritated. It was only God, God, and God. The God who had no mercy over them when he took her little girl from her or was he talking about another God? Just where does Stephen know this God from that he can’t understand it was that same God who’s making them suffer?

How long does she have? One second? Eight? One hour? Two? Three? Aday? Two? A week? Two?

She doesn’t how long she has left or maybe, Stephen can’t understand her pain because he would have more years to live while she would rot soon.

"The investigators are doing all they could. As usual, they are planted around the world all we have to do is_" pray he wanted to say but cut himself off.

He can’t annoy her further, he already understands her. She was just scared and lonely. Not knowing when she would kick the bucket, he understands each of her anger and he can’t blame her.

He also hasn’t been doing enough. He would have prayed more, he would have pressured God more to give him answers on why his daughter had to go.

The investigators found nothing over the years, could it be his daughter was dead? No, he can’t think such but there was no other thinkable reason as to why he couldn’t find her.

He has no enemy and that made him more confused. He knows only an enemy would do this to him but right now, he can’t point a finger at anyone as a suspect because he kept no enemy.

"I’m...t.. tired," Beatrice struggled to say.

Stephen turned alarmed, "Trice?" he tried to see her face but she held him tightly and sank her face further into his chest, "I’m tired," she coughed.

"Trice?" Stephen forcefully pulled her off his chest only to see her coughing out blood.

"I_" she coughed, more blood staining his shirt.

Stephen’s heart stopped beating as she coughed. He panicked immediately, as he laid her on the floor, "Trice?" he shook her body in fear when she shut her eyes, "Trice listen," he added hurriedly, not knowing what to say.

Her eyes parted weakly. Grabbing her into his arms, he snatched his car key from his table, "Listen, I would find our daughter, just hang in there," he pleaded with her.

Stephen knew her death would come this way - unexpected and sudden but he can’t let this happen. She can’t leave him this way, not when they haven’t held their daughter’s hands together.

A/N: One minute they were talking and a second more, she was taking her last breath - how sad can life be?