After Janet and her family move to a new town to start afresh without her father, she finds herself stumbling back into her past when she gets entangled with a new lover. She has everything she needs to put the culprit behind all the pain she has gone through behind bars, but the closer she gets to him, the harder it is to turn him in. Will Janet save her father or lose her true love? Or is she destined to save them both even if she loses herself? Find out in Sunset's love, let's hope the sun sets for Janet soon, or she may just lose it all.
Chapter 1 Welcome to Sabon
It was a sunny morning. Rays of sunlight pierced into the room and cast line shadows from the blinds. It was the first night the Anthony family had spent in their new house. Far in a rural area. It was a place people rarely visited. A handful of people lived there, most people with criminal records or some who were hiding from something. But people who lived there knew each other's stories. Mrs Jasmine was cajoled by the house agent. She insisted that she wanted a quiet and small place where people won't notice them or know that they were the devil incarnate family.
The agent persuaded her that it was the best. Inside the houses smelt like damped paint and chemicals. While outside smelt like smoke. Almost as if the place was always on fire every time.
Janet woke up from her uncomfortable sleep. A sigh escaped from her lips. She glanced through her old room. Worn-out paints, a broken door handle, cracked walls. The chemical smell of the room savoured everywhere as if the place had just been sprayed with bleach. She sat up and was reflecting on everything that had happened. Tears flooded her eyes and she fought hard not to pour them out. 'How could they have gone from having everything to having nothing?' She wondered. It was a question she couldn't answer, a question no one could answer.
'Jane baby' Mrs jasmine yelled
'Urgh mum I'm coming
She quickly dabbed her face, took a deep breath and went to the living room.
There was her brother Davin and her mother, having their breakfast. She searched their faces to find sadness or a melancholic look but they seemed fine. Most especially her brother Davin, he always initiated conversations when everyone seemed to be quiet. He was the light of the family. Janet always wondered how he always stayed happy even when things seemed to be crashing down on their faces.
'Good Morning' she greeted
'Morning honey' her mother replied
'Here' her mother said, as she passed a plate of plantain with scorched eggs.
'Thanks' Janet whispered as she took her seat
They ate in silence.
'Mum how's dad?' Janet finally broke the silence. She asked her mother, staring fixedly into her eyes.
Mrs Jasmine fought hard not to look into her eyes. She raised her chin and her shoulders high showing bravery and replied. 'Your dad is doing fine I trust'
'Mhmm' Davin muttered something that no one heard.
So, kids, Mrs Jasmine started, after gulping a cup of water.
She paused.
Janet and Davin waited in anticipation of what their mum wanted to address.
'I will be job hunting today. This morning, I saw a poster somewhere for a vacancy in a supermarket as a merchandiser I think this would be a good start for us' hopefully next week, you kids will start a nearby school in Sabon.'
Janet wore a disgusted look. She knew that there were no nice schools around their deserted area.
She thought about how they'll be attending a meagre school with poor facilities, broken chairs and tables, ridiculous uniforms, and dirty toilets. 'Ewww' she spat as she tried to wave the thought out of her head.
Mrs Jasmine left for job hunting. Janet and Davin were left alone in their house.
'Later' Davin said as he scuttled to his room
Janet walked back to her room and thought about how she'd be bored of her mind all day.
Mrs Jasmine got to the supermarket. It was as far as 20miles away from their home.
She felt as if she had just been released from a dungeon. It was like paradise. Compared to the area they now lived in.
The supermarket was quite big. 3 stories. Painted in red and blue. With colourful lights shining all over it. It was beautiful. She continued to admire the place and gaze at the beauty. She observed people walking in and out of the supermarket, carrying large paper bags and entering their cars. She remembered the life that she lived not quite long ago until everything came crashing. She was consumed in her thoughts and imaginations until she noticed something unusual, the poster of the job vacancy wasn't there again. She wondered if someone else had already taken the position.
'Will there be any more vacancies?'
'Should I go inside?'
'Should I go home?'
She was indecisive. Although the feeling wasn't new to her. She has felt this way occasionally since things started falling apart in their home.
She summoned courage with some few leaps of Faith. She walked into the supermarket. It was a bit crowded. The customers were attended to in an orderly manner. She looked around and wondered who she would meet for the job.
She approached a cashier who seemed to be less busy. She wore a big smile on her face and that made Mrs Jasmine comfortable.
'Good morning Mrs jasmine greeted her with a half-smile.
'Good morning ma'am. How may I help you?' the cashier said with a bright smile. She was brown-skinned, slender and tall. She had a gap tooth which made her look more beautiful.
'I-i am here to enquire about the job vacancy' Mrs Jasmine replied. She stuttered at the beginning of the sentence. But later she felt relieved.
'Oh about that, we have already found a merchandiser, Just early this morning,' the cashier replied. She wore a pity on her face.
Mrs Jasmine was silent, searching for more words from the cashier.
'Give me a minute ma'am, I think there is a vacancy in another department.'
'Mhmm' Mrs Jasmine nodded. She felt optimistic. 'There is hope,' she muttered to herself in assurance.
A few minutes later. The cashier walked to Mrs Jasmine.
'The manager wants to see you.'
Mrs Jasmine wore a questionable look on her face. The cashier could read it.
'Not to worry, he just wants to ask you a few questions. Like an interview.'
'Over there, the white door to your right.'
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