Chapter 10

***Levi.***

I had asked my clothes be brought in for me.

I hadn't returned to my place since that night, ensuring that I had my eyes on her. I had only asked for change of clothing and my correspondence be handled for me, until I came back. As for more important matters, I only hoped they could wait. My food was brought in for me by Blake, when I needed it. And I caught little sleep on the only available sofa in the room.

When I returned from the shower, I allowed myself to sit down on the sofa and in no time, exhaustion overtook me. And I let the sleep ease my worry over Kenya, knowing that I had been unable to catch peaceful sleep in two nights. Because I had been plagued by nightmares of how I had found her that night.

A loud opera music sounded in the distance and I wondered when I had entered the opera. As the sound became more insistent, I shook myself and found out that it was Kenya's phone that was ringing in her bag. I had asked my men to retrieve her belongings from the dance school, before they had cleaned up the entire place. Her phone had died out before I had plugged it in last night.

Growling from the interruption of my sleep, I reached for the phone and found that the caller ID read, '**Mum**.'

*Fuck. What was I to tell the girl's mother*? I panicked. I wasn't sure any woman wanted to hear such an ordeal about her daughter. Deciding to save the woman the trouble, I answered the call on the third ring.

"Hello, baby. Where have you been? I have been calling you." I heard the woman's voice over the phone.

Clearing my throat, I replied. "Hello Mrs Anderson." There was a hitch of breath from the other end, before the woman cautiously answered.

"Hello, where is my daughter and what are you doing with her phone?" I heard her say. I sensed the worry in her voice.

"It's alright ma'am. Your daughter left her phone at my place, before she left for work. We We are dating, you see." I hastily added. I needed to calm her down, I assured himself.

"OhAre you Hank? I thought you had both broken up, months ago?" I heard Kenya's mother say. Bile rose to the back of my throat at the mention of that man's name.

"No, Ma'am. I am Levi Ruthford," I said, coolly. There was a brief pause, before she spoke again.

"The Levi Ruthford?" She asked. I could sense that her caution had shifted to curiousity. So to save the moment some more, I decided to continue.

"Yes." I agreed. There was a small screech on the other side of the phone, before she spoke again.

"Oh mywait till her elder sister hears this." She chuckled. I smiled amusedly, as I wondered if Kenya chuckled like her mum, when she was happy. I had never seen that side of her and discovered that I would want to know. Also, I had no idea that she had a sister. I hadn't seen any photos of her family that night at her house. Even her phone screen had nothing but the photo of a ballerina taking a leap. Perhaps she was a very private person, I concluded.

"Please, Mr Ruthford, tell her to call me as soon as she can. I need to hear the entire details. Oh mymy baby dating a senatorial candidate. Oh and so you know, I am voting for you." She confessed. I chuckled and expressed my gratitude to her. Then we spoke some more about politics, with me realizing that I really wished to meet this woman, before we finally hung up. I smiled as I put the locked phone away in Kenya's bag. I felt hungry, perhaps the distraction from Kenya's cheerful mother had helped me and I decided to go grab some coffee from the hospital's café, downstairs.

***Kenya***.

My senses woke up to the sound of muffled voices in the room. I tried to pry my eyes open, but I was afraid of something, I just couldn't tell what.

I struggled to do so again and this time I succeeded. The light in the room stung my eyes and I found myself fluttering them to regain my vision. My throat felt parched and I had no idea why. I tried to turn my head to the direction of the voices and found that I couldn't. ***Pain***. I cried out. Thudding feet rushed to my side and I stilled at the sight of Levi Ruthford standing beside a doctor. I locked gazes with Levi, while the doctor checked me, hastily.

"Where does it hurt?" The doctor asked, after he had checked my eyes, vitals and asked all the other questions.

"My head," I whispered, my eyes finally shifting from Levi to watch the doctor.

"That's expected with a concussion. Do you remember what happened to you, Kenya?" The doctor asked.

"III don't remember." I struggled to say. My mind blank.

"Is it normal, Doctor?" Levi asked. His eyes on me, soft with every emotion I couldn't understand.

"It is. It was a great injury, Mr Ruthford. Perhaps she had fallen and hit her head, during the attack from the burglars, who knows." The doctor speculated. "The important thing is that she is well." The doctor added. I looked from one man to the other, confused. It seemed Levi saw my expression.

"Burglars?" I asked, my voice hoarse.

"Yes, Miss Anderson. You were brought in here, because of the wound you had sustained when burglars attacked your place of work." The doctor explained. I looked to Levi, my brows creased in confusion.

"I don't understand" I whispered.

"Doctor, would you please leave us." Levi requested. The doctor nodded his head and assured to send in some painkillers, for my head, before he walked out of the room, quietly.