Untamed Librarian – Season 1 – [Episode 1 – 12]





Immediately I got outta the mansion, and my car hit the road, I started driving at high speed.

The rain beating my wheel screen was blocking my sight to view whatever is in front of me but I didn’t let it get to me.

I don’t know why. But my mind is not at rest when I thought about Alex and Amelia with that ev!l daughter of a b!tch.

With my full light on, I drove pass the direction of my mansion. I don’t know the exact location am going to. All I know is that am trailing the way to that b!tch house.

Due to the speed at which I drove, I didn’t take notice of the person or maybe people waving their hands towards the direction of my car.

Isn’t that Alex and Amelia?
I said it!
That girl is ev!l!.
Animal clothed in human form!.

Hurriedly, I reversed back to where they were standing drenched in the rain.

When I got there, I quickly came out of the car without minding my Allergy to rain.

“Please help us sir” they both chorused running to me.

” Alex!… Amelia!” I called worried.
They are both shaking profusely am very sure that they will catch a cold.

“Sir Dwayne?” Alex asked surprised.

“Come on!” I hushed helping them into the car.

After am sure they have settled in, I quickly got into the drivers seat and zoomed off.

I have no intention of taking them anywhere but my house. And now, am making up my mind not to ever let go of them. I don’t want them outta my vicinity anymore. I think have suddenly developed the urge to protect this two.

No wonder people talk about God sent.

Even if am not their God sent, I really want to volunteer myself and take up the task.

No way in hell am I gonna leave them anymore.

They are now MINE!
I don’t care about their opinion.

Am never gonna allow them leave my side anymore!.


I shouldn’t have trusted that woman!.

How would a human with conscience behave such way to another human?

Are beggars really equal to animals?

Is that the philosophy of rich and wealthy men?

That we beggars are not but a slave born to suffer and later die anyway?
What have we done wrong!?
Why is this world so cruel to us?

Why would a human purposefully for no reason pursue another out of her car to get soaked and drenched in this heavily raining rain?

But I think after all, there’s still some one.
I mean, just one person,who seems to be the nicest of all.

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Sir Dwayne! If not for him, by now or in a few hours time, two dead bodies would have been reported found.

Two unknown bodies! No one to wail for! No one to mourn them!.

That thought,had my eyes clouded with tears. I looked over my side at Lia, and I saw her crying silently and I grunted sourly.

Why would a human allow her conscience to sink so low to this extent? The only one person I can put my trust on now, is sir Dwayne. Even though I don’t know where he is taking us, I still trust him.

I know he would do us no harm.

The car abrupt stop, made me wonder where we are.

With the help of his car full light, I saw the familiar gate.
Am not mistaken!.
This is sir Dwayne’s house.

The gate opened, and closed by itself as usual. But instead of parking at the spot he parked in, the other day,he packed very close to the door.

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If not because am putting in all my strength and efforts, I wouldn’t have been able to drive home safely.
My body was shaking all throughout the drive home.

Am Allergic to rain since childhood. Whenever it’s raining,I always stay indoor. That was the reason for the worried expression on Mom’s face the other time. Thank heaven I made it home safely.

The only thing I can’t guarantee is me waking up tommorow morning.
Hiding my body reaction, I got out to open the door for Alex and Amelia with shaky hands.

I pressed my birthday date, 1506, and the door flew opened. I saw how cold and soaked the two are and I wonder why they ain’t questioning me on the reason why I brought them to my Mansion.

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Trust me, as I am now, I won’t be able to answer any question. The rain is still raining heavily.

They got in, I locked the door and turned on the light before turning to them.

“Give me a minute” I told them before going into my room.

I got in and went to my closet. I opened it and brought out one of my short and one t-shirt.

That is for Amelia. Because I knew how fragile she is, I already pictured how baggy the cloth would look on her.

I think that would be better in other to ease the rain impact on her.

Going over to the other side of the closet, I brought out my newly bought long sleeve shirt and a long trouser.
That would be for Alex.

I closed back my closet and made my way to the living room.

“Take!…. take!” I said while giving them both, the dress I brought out.

“Come!” I slowly said because it seems all my energy are fading away.

This the worst effect of my Allergy since I had it.

I took them to the other room very close to my room.

“This is where you would be sleeping now!” I told them.

I opened the door to the bathroom and showed them how to operate the bath tub.

“Just press this for warm water” I explained showing them the red button.
“It will help cool and ease the coldness” I added.

“Thank you sir”Alex said and I gave him a little smile.

If not because of my current state, I would never allow them stay together in a room.

I looked at Amelia and her eyes has become puffy.

Has she been crying?
She bowed her head when she saw me staring at her.

What my instinct want now, is to draw her closer and inhale that scent of hers. But no strength to do that.

“If you need anything, just go to the kitchen”I directed at them and they shook their heads.

“We are okay sir!…thank you sir!” Alex said.

“Okay… goodnight then.”

I slowly and sluggishly walked out of the room heading to mine.

I got in and dropped on the bed. Shaking and gnashing my teeth. This is the second time out of my 31 years of being allergic to rain.

I can’t call Mom because the last time I called her, she almost had an heart failure and that was in the day. Now imagine me calling her in this middle of the night.

I didn’t go to the shower because even the hottest water would never cure it. So I just laid on the bed, leaving other things to my destiny.

I don’t think am destined to die Young. Am I???

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