WORRIED ABOUT THE MONSTER'S SILENCE

The week has gone by so quickly. It feels just like yesterday when I checked into this hotel after coming from Mombasa, and now tomorrow is the kisumu show. I can't believe it, but all the same, I am excited for the show tomorrow. I'm looking forward to meeting Alfa and Nick again. By the way, that collabo I did with Nick came out as I expected. In three days, it has hit three million views, and everyone is gushing about it in the media.

I have received a lot of congratulatory calls from my fellow artists, and the comments section on that song is flooding. Not that I don't receive messages on my other songs, but this was something new I did. I was looking forward to hearing people's take on it. I also have a lot of pending interview invitations, which I haven't confirmed yet. Maybe I should work on that next. I am overwhelmed. The whole week has been tranquil. The environment in this hotel is just perfect.

I haven't gone outside this hotel for security reasons, especially because I haven't heard from Ejay. This is so unlike him. He hasn't called me even once, which is making me sick. His silence is worrying. I asked Mayleen if she had heard anything from him, but nothing important. What is he up to? He is sure to be planning something. The worst part is that I have no idea what he is planning. The detective has still not found anything that could help me, but he will be heading to my hometown tomorrow with that friend from Facebook. She turned out to be true, and I am glad. I am looking forward to meeting her when I return from Kisumu on Sunday.

Hopefully, she and the detective will have some good news for me when I return. I am eager to find out what Ejay is hiding from me. Though I am out of the club, I still find my mind wandering back to that horrible place. How are the girls doing? Are they all okay? I pity them, and I hope whatever I am doing will save them from that monster. What I am hoping the most is that after all this is over, they will be able to redeem themselves and fit in with the outside world. Some of them have become so hopeless and have embraced life in the brothel as their fate. I'm sure they will have a difficult time adjusting to a new life. Whatever the case, I am willing to help them as much as I can. I can't wait for them to experience the peace and freedom I'm experiencing right now. I won't rest until I get justice for them. Ejay may have a few authorities eating from his hand, but I believe there are a few authorities out there who are still loyal and true to their job. I will find them, and together we will bring down Ejay Harrison Wells.

I finished getting everything ready for the trip. This one is not sponsored, so we are catering for all the expenses. I will be leaving here at six tonight, so that I get there at around four or five in the morning and have about three hours of rest before the show begins. It's three in the afternoon, the perfect time for a nap before embarking on the journey. I lie on the bed, but before I can close my eyes, my phone rings, and I pick it up. Mmh, who else could it possibly be except Mr. Callaway? He knows the perfect time for calling.

"Hey!" I received the phone.

"Hey, beautiful! How are you doing?" He is getting used to calling me beautiful, and I always blush at that.

"I'm doing good. You?"

"Mmh, good, I guess." He says.

"Why? What's the problem?" I ask.

"The problem is that I miss someone." He responds in a faint tone.

His girlfriend again? I understand that it's not that easy to let go of someone you love so easily, but I also doubt I am the right person to give this kind of advice. I mean, I haven't been hurt, and I am not hoping to go through that sh*t. I have no experience in love or heartbreak. I have told him everything that I thought. What else should I say to him?

"Gia, are you still there?"

"Hey, yeah. I just don't know what to tell you. I don't blame you for missing her. You know, love is not a feeling that goes away overnight. You just have to hang in there. Give yourself some time. You will get over it." I finished ranting.

"You are miles away. I wasn't referring to her."

"Huh? Didn't you say you were missing someone?"

“Yes, you.” Mmh, I see. “Honestly, I miss you, Gia."

"And I miss you too." Silence falls between us. I don't know what he is thinking about, but I am remembering all the beautiful moments we shared together. I really miss him. I wish he was here with me as just a friend.

"Deep?"

"I'm here, baby!"

Baby? Since when? Or since he became a flirt?