💔 NEVER LET GO – Episode Four: "Crossing Paths Again"
Stanley drove around the town hoping to find the girl he had saved the previous night. His mind was restless and his eyes darted from one corner of the street to another as he moved through the busy roads. He could not focus on where he was driving, and more than once he drove past junctions without realizing it. The thoughts of the lost envelope haunted him like a curse. Sometimes he stopped by the roadside, wound down his glass, and asked passersby if they had seen a girl with a bruised leg, but no one had a clue.
After an hour and a half of fruitless searching, he sighed heavily and leaned back on his seat.
“The money is not worth suffering for,” he muttered in frustration. “I’d better do something useful with my time.” He started the engine again and turned back toward home, determined to forget the matter even though it still burned in his chest.
While he was driving back, Ivy, the same girl he had hit the previous night, was struggling to cross the expressway. The road was busy with cars and motorcycles speeding past in both directions. She clutched a few naira notes tightly in her hand, waiting for a chance to run across. When she finally made the attempt, a sharp horn blared, and she froze. Stanley’s car came screeching to a stop just a few inches away from her. The sudden stop jolted him forward, and he gasped in shock as memories of the previous night flashed through his mind.
Ivy stood motionless, trembling. Her legs refused to move, and her eyes widened as she recognized the man who had almost hit her again. Stanley jumped out of the car, heart pounding. For a second, they just stared at each other.
“You again?” Stanley said sharply. “Like I don’t understand this. Who exactly are you? Are you demonic, or are you purposely crossing my path to get me kill you?” His voice rose, filled with disbelief and irritation.
“It’s a coincidence, sir,” Ivy stammered. “I’m so sorry. It won’t happen again. I think I should go now.” She turned to leave, but Stanley stopped her immediately.
“Wait. Did you see any envelope on the floor before leaving the clinic last night?” he asked urgently. “You’re my last hope right now.”
Ivy frowned as she thought about it. “Oh yes,” she said finally. “I saw a very small envelope on the floor and I took...”
“Oh thank God,” Stanley interrupted, relief washing over him. “Where is it? I need it right now.”
“Honestly, I can’t give it to you at the moment because...”
“What happened to it?” Stanley snapped. “What do you mean by that?” Stanley interrupted sharply.
“I kept it at home,” Ivy said softly. “And I was sent to buy something at the market before going back. My house is not far from here, but I must get what I was sent to buy or I’ll get punished.”
Stanley frowned. “Punished? By who? At your age?”
“It’s a long story, sir. Please, I really need to go.”
He stared at her for a moment, completely puzzled. “Are you for real? My friend, get inside the car. I’ll take you to this so-called market, then to your house. But don’t waste my time unnecessarily.”
Ivy hesitated, then nodded gratefully. “Thank you, sir.” She got into the car quietly.
Stanley glanced at her as he drove off. Her dress was old and torn, her slippers worn out. He shook his head in disapproval. “Do you usually go to the market dressed like this? Don’t you know you’re a girl? You should at least look clean.”
“It’s a long story, sir,” Ivy replied calmly. “I don’t think you’ll have time to listen.”
Stanley scoffed. “Whatever. It’s always a long story.” He focused on the road, irritation showing on his face.
At the market, he parked and waited while Ivy hurried off. When she returned, she was holding a small black waterproof bag. Stanley frowned. “And where are the things you went to buy?”
“It’s just hundred naira pepper and fifty naira onions,” Ivy said quietly, showing him the small items.
Stanley blinked, unable to believe his eyes.
“You mean you risked crossing a busy express road for one hundred and fifty naira pepper and onions?” His voice rose sharply. “God, you won’t cease to amaze me. Very silly and annoying creature like you! Why didn’t you buy ten naira spices and five naira salt to complete the university of poverty?” Stanley mocked angrily at her.
Ivy’s eyes welled up. “They’re not mine, sir. My madam sent me to buy them.”
Stanley threw his hands up. “And that stupid madam couldn’t even give you transport money? I could have killed you just because of one hundred and fifty naira. Don’t you value your life at all? And besides, I thought I gave you some money for feeding that night which was beyond what you requested for? I believe you didn't spend it all at once; why didn't you take out few money from there for your transport?" Stanley asked, looking incredulous himself.
Ivy was quiet for a while as little tears dropped off her eyes. "My madam took the money. She said I had started hanging out with men and taking things from them."
Stanley was only stunned, looking at her with mock glance.
"Seriously? As big as you are?" He said nonchalantly.
“I’m sorry, sir,” Ivy whispered. “But I have to go back now.”
“Oh no, hold on... you’re not leaving yet,” Stanley snapped. “Where do you think you’re going without giving me my envelope? Get back in the car. I’m taking you to your miserable madam who clearly has no shame left in her.”
Ivy wiped her tears silently and got back inside the car. Stanley started the engine roughly, still fuming. He glanced at the small items she was clutching and hissed in disgust. As he drove, the air inside the car felt heavy, thick with silence and tension.
“Direct me,” he said coldly. Ivy nodded and began pointing out the turns. The narrow streets led them to a quiet compound with rusted gates and cracked walls. Stanley parked outside and looked around the environment with disbelief. Children played barefoot in the mud, and the smell of smoke drifted from a nearby kitchen.
“So this is where you live?” he asked quietly, almost to himself. Ivy didn’t respond. She just held the nylon tightly and kept her eyes down.
Stanley sighed and rubbed his temple, the anger slowly mixing with something else he couldn’t define.
To Be Continued ✍️ ✍️ ✍️ #NeverLetGo #EpisodeFour #StanleyAndIvy #DramaSeries #FacebookFiction #SuspenseSeries #ViralStory #StanleysRage #LostEnvelope #IntenseConfrontation
Stanley drove around the town hoping to find the girl he had saved the previous night. His mind was restless and his eyes darted from one corner of the street to another as he moved through the busy roads. He could not focus on where he was driving, and more than once he drove past junctions without realizing it. The thoughts of the lost envelope haunted him like a curse. Sometimes he stopped by the roadside, wound down his glass, and asked passersby if they had seen a girl with a bruised leg, but no one had a clue.
After an hour and a half of fruitless searching, he sighed heavily and leaned back on his seat.
“The money is not worth suffering for,” he muttered in frustration. “I’d better do something useful with my time.” He started the engine again and turned back toward home, determined to forget the matter even though it still burned in his chest.
While he was driving back, Ivy, the same girl he had hit the previous night, was struggling to cross the expressway. The road was busy with cars and motorcycles speeding past in both directions. She clutched a few naira notes tightly in her hand, waiting for a chance to run across. When she finally made the attempt, a sharp horn blared, and she froze. Stanley’s car came screeching to a stop just a few inches away from her. The sudden stop jolted him forward, and he gasped in shock as memories of the previous night flashed through his mind.
Ivy stood motionless, trembling. Her legs refused to move, and her eyes widened as she recognized the man who had almost hit her again. Stanley jumped out of the car, heart pounding. For a second, they just stared at each other.
“You again?” Stanley said sharply. “Like I don’t understand this. Who exactly are you? Are you demonic, or are you purposely crossing my path to get me kill you?” His voice rose, filled with disbelief and irritation.
“It’s a coincidence, sir,” Ivy stammered. “I’m so sorry. It won’t happen again. I think I should go now.” She turned to leave, but Stanley stopped her immediately.
“Wait. Did you see any envelope on the floor before leaving the clinic last night?” he asked urgently. “You’re my last hope right now.”
Ivy frowned as she thought about it. “Oh yes,” she said finally. “I saw a very small envelope on the floor and I took...”
“Oh thank God,” Stanley interrupted, relief washing over him. “Where is it? I need it right now.”
“Honestly, I can’t give it to you at the moment because...”
“What happened to it?” Stanley snapped. “What do you mean by that?” Stanley interrupted sharply.
“I kept it at home,” Ivy said softly. “And I was sent to buy something at the market before going back. My house is not far from here, but I must get what I was sent to buy or I’ll get punished.”
Stanley frowned. “Punished? By who? At your age?”
“It’s a long story, sir. Please, I really need to go.”
He stared at her for a moment, completely puzzled. “Are you for real? My friend, get inside the car. I’ll take you to this so-called market, then to your house. But don’t waste my time unnecessarily.”
Ivy hesitated, then nodded gratefully. “Thank you, sir.” She got into the car quietly.
Stanley glanced at her as he drove off. Her dress was old and torn, her slippers worn out. He shook his head in disapproval. “Do you usually go to the market dressed like this? Don’t you know you’re a girl? You should at least look clean.”
“It’s a long story, sir,” Ivy replied calmly. “I don’t think you’ll have time to listen.”
Stanley scoffed. “Whatever. It’s always a long story.” He focused on the road, irritation showing on his face.
At the market, he parked and waited while Ivy hurried off. When she returned, she was holding a small black waterproof bag. Stanley frowned. “And where are the things you went to buy?”
“It’s just hundred naira pepper and fifty naira onions,” Ivy said quietly, showing him the small items.
Stanley blinked, unable to believe his eyes.
“You mean you risked crossing a busy express road for one hundred and fifty naira pepper and onions?” His voice rose sharply. “God, you won’t cease to amaze me. Very silly and annoying creature like you! Why didn’t you buy ten naira spices and five naira salt to complete the university of poverty?” Stanley mocked angrily at her.
Ivy’s eyes welled up. “They’re not mine, sir. My madam sent me to buy them.”
Stanley threw his hands up. “And that stupid madam couldn’t even give you transport money? I could have killed you just because of one hundred and fifty naira. Don’t you value your life at all? And besides, I thought I gave you some money for feeding that night which was beyond what you requested for? I believe you didn't spend it all at once; why didn't you take out few money from there for your transport?" Stanley asked, looking incredulous himself.
Ivy was quiet for a while as little tears dropped off her eyes. "My madam took the money. She said I had started hanging out with men and taking things from them."
Stanley was only stunned, looking at her with mock glance.
"Seriously? As big as you are?" He said nonchalantly.
“I’m sorry, sir,” Ivy whispered. “But I have to go back now.”
“Oh no, hold on... you’re not leaving yet,” Stanley snapped. “Where do you think you’re going without giving me my envelope? Get back in the car. I’m taking you to your miserable madam who clearly has no shame left in her.”
Ivy wiped her tears silently and got back inside the car. Stanley started the engine roughly, still fuming. He glanced at the small items she was clutching and hissed in disgust. As he drove, the air inside the car felt heavy, thick with silence and tension.
“Direct me,” he said coldly. Ivy nodded and began pointing out the turns. The narrow streets led them to a quiet compound with rusted gates and cracked walls. Stanley parked outside and looked around the environment with disbelief. Children played barefoot in the mud, and the smell of smoke drifted from a nearby kitchen.
“So this is where you live?” he asked quietly, almost to himself. Ivy didn’t respond. She just held the nylon tightly and kept her eyes down.
Stanley sighed and rubbed his temple, the anger slowly mixing with something else he couldn’t define.
To Be Continued ✍️ ✍️ ✍️ #NeverLetGo #EpisodeFour #StanleyAndIvy #DramaSeries #FacebookFiction #SuspenseSeries #ViralStory #StanleysRage #LostEnvelope #IntenseConfrontation
