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Blood Water by mageekpen(m): 7:01am On Jan 14, 2018 |
Mark was trying to get through to Susan
on the phone as he walked briskly to
where they were meant to meet. With the
phone glued to his right ear, a busy tone
was all he could get as he wondered who
could be on the other end of the line with
this girlfriend this long.
An hour had gone by since they were
meant to meet at the cafeteria, he was
dead sure that by now, she would be
pissed at him.
“Hi?” a girl said, as she walked up briskly
beside Mark from his right side. She
quickly wrapped her left arm around his
right, simultaneously putting up a smile.
There was confusion all over Mark’s face
but it felt perfect. She moved in closer and
whispered in his ear, “Please act like you
know me.” He looked into her face;
frowned, but the beautiful smile didn’t
leave her face. By now, they had gotten to
a tiny path on the road, he could now see
about four guys gathered under the tent
that was usually occupied by the lady who
sold doughnuts. There, almost instantly, he
put two and two together, figured out what
was going on.
She kept talking whilst they walked as
Mark played along with the fake
conversation to the best of his abilities. As
they walked past the tent, he could see
some level of disappointment in the eyes of
the men. He tried to double up his pace,
but the girl pulled him back, slowed him
down and tightened her grip on his arm. At
the end of the small path was an old rusty
gate; Mark opened the gate gently as he
stylishly looked back towards the tent. The
four guys were arguing, and just about the
same time, looked in his direction.
Suddenly, in their eyes was some renewed
sense of determination. Just as he was
about to drag the girl along with him in a
dash for the main road, she laid her hands
on his cheeks, pulled his face towards
hers’ and kissed him passionately.
A few seconds went by, they disentangled
and continued walking. Both silent, they
only stopped when they got to the main
road. The girl leaned on a sign-post on the
side of the road that read ‘Speed Limit: 40
Km/Hr’. Subconsciously it now clicked;
Mark had always thought that it quite was
ridiculous for a University campus road,
but that was the last thing on his mind
right now.
“Do you mind telling me what all that was
about?” he said with a quite disgruntled
voice. She looked his way but didn’t say
anything. He took a good look at her now,
and noticed that her height and features
were quite intimidating. He wondered why
she needed his help earlier. He noticed she
was still staring at him. As much as it
freaked him out; he kept his eyes on hers.
Just then, she stood upright and sighed.
“Thanks a lot for that.” she said with a
smile.
“Well…its okay, but I’d still like to know
what kind of trouble you are in. You
know…”
“Sorry I had to kiss you.” she said with a
frown, cutting Mark off… “You will surely
feel as bad as I do later, trust me.” she
continued in a barely audible voice.
“What?”
“What? Oh! Nothing…I wasn’t talking to
you.” She said, and started stroking her
fingers in her hair. Mark looked around him
and noticed no one had passed by since
they had been standing there, and fear
slowly crept into his mind again. He
wondered why the girl was still standing
there staring at him, and not running off to
some place safer.
“Look…” he said, as he scratched his head.
“I really need to get to my girlfriend, are
you okay?”
“Oh! yea, I’m going that way.” she said,
pointing towards the right side of the road.
“I stay at Amina hall.”
“Okay. That’s not far from here. I’m
actually going across the road to the
cafeteria, are you sure you’ll be okay?”
“Yes.” she said, before turning around.
Mark stood there, staring at her coke-body
figure walking away from him, and he
wished he could get to know her a little
more. Just then, she looked back.
“I’ll be expecting your call.” she said, and
hastened her pace.
How am I supposed to call you when I
don’t even have your number, Mark
thought to himself. “Hey, wait!!I don’t have
your number.” he yelled, but she didn’t
look back. She just kept on walking, till
she got to the school chapel, and
disappeared by the bend down the road.
He made his way uphill to the cafeteria.
That part of the campus was now an old
abandoned village. Many years ago, the
inhabitants of the village had won many
battles because of the advantage they had
of seeing their enemies approaching from
downhill, and having the upper hand when
fighting them off from that elevation. But as
time passed, and warfare became more
complex, the village was finally conquered
and pillaged by foreigners who wanted the
area for selfish reasons.
Mark wiped the sweat off his brow as he
walked into the cafeteria. It was always a
tiresome walk up the hill, and he wondered
if the school made it that way so people
would eat less and study more. He saw
Susan sitting at her usual spot, close to the
Coca Cola Refrigerator, wearing one of her
favorite polka dot gowns. She was talking
on the phone, and she sounded really
pissed.
“Hey Mark! How are you doing?” A familiar
voice called out from behind him. He
reluctantly turned around.
“I’m fine Abigail, how are you doing?”
Abigail had been trying to get Mark to
attend her church fellowship for a while
now, and she just wouldn’t take ‘no’ for an
answer. She went on and on as usual,
telling Mark how good things would
become once he gave his life to Christ and
started attending church regularly. When
Mark noticed she wasn’t going to let him
go easy this time, he decided to give in,
and promised to attend her Church. A big
smile appeared on her chubby face. She
took down Mark’s phone number, and gave
him about half a dozen Christian tracts. He
collected them, slipped them in his right
pocket.
Susan had just finished answering a call
and was putting her phone in her purse as
he approached her. She looked at him,
hissed, picked up her purse and walked
passed him. He pulled her back by the
arm, and was about to apologize, but the
look on her face made him let her go. Mark
knew what his girlfriend was capable of
doing when angry, and this was definitely
not a good place for them to settle their
drama. He leaned on the Coca-Cola
refrigerator and pondered what to do next.
He brought out the tracks Abigail had given
him, and looked to make sure she was not
looking in his direction before putting them
on a chair next to him. Someone that
needed it more than him would find them,
he had thought to himself. Just then,
another girl walked up to him, with a look
on her face like he was supposed to do
something. He stared at the bald headed
girl, wondering where he knew her from.
“Hello!!! I need to get a bottle of Coke,
duh!” she finally said.
“Oh! Im so sorry”, Mark said, and moved
out of the way.
He walked out of the cafeteria, but this time
stood by the entrance. The view was
another spectacle, and he could see the
whole hostel area from that elevation. He
looked towards the brown multiple storey
building by the chapel, and wondered if he
could spot the girl he had met earlier from
the tiny dots of movements he could see
from where he stood. His eyes hurt from
focusing too long, so he stretched to relax.
Whilst yawning uncontrollably, he felt
something when he slipped his hand into
his left pockets. He at first thought it had
to be one of the tracts, but when he got it
out from his pocket, he found out it was a
sticky note with something scribbled on it.
Just then, he noticed someone
approaching him from his right side.
“Who was that girl you were talking to!!?”
Susan barked out as she stood inches from
his face.
“What?” He said, and quickly put the paper
back in his pocket.
“I saw you talking to a girl; didn’t I? Who
is she?”
“Abigail?” Mark replied, and laughed.
“That’s the girl from my department, she…
come on! You can’t possibly be getting
mad over me talking to Abigail?”
“What are you talking about? I saw
you…”She stopped mid-sentence as she
was hyperventilating now. Mark stopped to
think for a second, and realized who Susan
was referring to, but he didn’t know how
he was going to explain that situation to
her. “Mark!” She shouted out.
“Hey! I’m sorry. I actually thought you
were talking about Abigail.” Mark finished
his sentence with a chuckle, and started
walking towards his girlfriend. She put up
a hand, and Mark knew what that meant,
so he stopped approaching.
“So, who is she?”
“Susan, technically speaking, I don’t know
her.”
“What are you talking about?” She said with
a low menacing voice.
“Some guys were going to beat her up;
she just used me for protection or
something.”
Susan squeezed her face, and looked into
space. “Susan, I swear, I don’t know the
girl.”
“Call me when you get your facts right.”
She said, and angrily walked out on Mark
for a second time that day. He leaned on
the barricade outside the cafeteria and
watched her walk downhill. When she got
to leveled ground, she looked up towards
him and shook her head before walking off.
Mark sighed, and reached into his pants
pocket for his phone. His heart skipped a
beat when he discovered his phone wasn’t
there. He checked his pockets again and
again, and then he pulled out the small
sticky note he had noticed earlier. ‘Helen-
0802-7794635’ was written on it. Just
then, it hit him.
………………..
Room number 006 was pasted on the door
of the last room on the corner to the right,
on the long dormitory corridor. He knocked
on the door three times just as the girl had
instructed him to do when they spoke on
the phone. After a couple of seconds, he
heard the door being unlocked from inside,
but no one came forward. He looked to his
right; there were girls going back and forth
and all had strange stares on their faces.
He was thinking of turning around and
quietly walking away, but his phone really
meant a lot to him. The girl was sitting on
a neatly made bed, typing on her laptop as
he walked into the room. She didn’t look
up at him, so he just stood there in the
middle of the room, wondering if he had
walked into a trap. She finally looked up to
him, “relax; take a seat.” she said and
patted a portion of the bed. She had an
Aiwa sound system opposite the bed,
playing jazz music at a low volume. He
looked at it as he sat on the bed as it
reminded him of the one that had been in
his Dad’s room when he was a teenager; it
was an exact replica. He remembered
always sneaking into his Dad’s room to
play his favorite Hip Hop music on the
player back in the day.
From the corner of his eyes, he noticed the
girl had been staring at him, so he
nervously sat upright. The strange thing
was that she didn’t avert her eyes when he
caught her staring, such that it made Mark
uncomfortable.
“Can I just have my phone and be on my
way.” Mark said. He had heard crazy
stories of h---y University girls ganging up
to rape boys, and he wondered if this was
her plan. ‘She can’t rape me here’, he
thought to himself. When looked at her
again, he saw something in her eyes he
couldn’t describe. It wasn’t desire; it was
more like joy, and it left Mark confused.
“Angela, I would really appreciate it if you
would just hand over my phone, please.”
A frown appeared on the girl’s face, which
was quickly replaced by a smile. She
reached under her pillow and pulled out
Mark’s Xperia X10.
“My name is Helen, not Angela.” She said
as she handed Mark his phone.
“So sorry” he said.
“Those guys earlier were going to give you
a real beating.” she said. Mark froze, and
his attention shifted from the screen of his
phone back to her.
“What are you talking about?” He asked
looking all puzzled.
“I’m sure you’ve heard of the Dalmatians.”
“Well…I have heard a little about them” he
replied.
“Those were their pimps.” she said in a
most confident manner. “You must have
offended one of the Dalmatians.”
“I don’t understand all you are talking
about. I’ll be on my way if you don’t
mind.” Mark said and started heading
towards the door.
“Mark, wait.” She said in the softest pitch
of her husky voice, and rushed to block
him from leaving the room. Mark stood
there stunned.
“How do you know my name? I don’t
remember telling you.” Mark said, looking
straight at her for answers.
“Mark; who knew you would be passing
through that road path earlier today?” she
asked, ignoring his question.
“No one; I was going to meet my
girlfriend.”
“Okay then, your girlfriend knew. What’s
her name?”
“You are kidding, right?” Mark said with a
little laugh. “Are you trying to tell me my
girlfriend set me up? That she’s in some
sort of cult?” Mark stood there, shaking his
head. “Why should I believe any of this bull
crap?”
“Because…” she stopped mid sentence and
headed over to the Aiwa. She bent down,
and turned up the volume a few notches.
She removed the scarf on her head as she
walked to where he was standing. He
stood there, staring at her lovely black hair,
which fell down to her waist. “Mark, I’m
the head of the Black Amazon cult. I know
everything that happens on this campus
before it does. Mark got weak in his knees
and held on to the door handle for support.
He couldn’t believe what he was hearing
yet.
“So…what’s your girlfriend’s name?”
“Susan Jones.” Mark said, reluctantly.
Helen smiled before talking. “Mark, your
girlfriend is one of the Dalmatians.”
“That’s impossible. Susan?’’ Mark said and
laughed. “Your story is ludicrous.”
“Why? Because you think you know her?”
Helen said, looking into Mark’s eyes. “Why
do you think she wears all those white
Polka dot dresses? You think she’s a big
Disney fan?”
Mark was confused now. “How did you
know that? How do you know…?”
“Don’t be naïve.” She said, cutting him off.
“That’s how they identify themselves.”
Mark was lost in thought now. He was
thinking of any incidence in the past that
would give him a reason to believe that
Susan was really a member of that cult, but
he couldn’t find any. He looked up at the
mystery girl again, and asides from the
weird way she always looked at him, there
was something else about her he couldn’t
place. He had a feeling he had met the girl
before, or seen her at a party recently. He
went back to the thought of Susan being an
actual cult member, and he just couldn’t
come to terms with it. Even if she was in a
cult, he couldn’t think of any reason why
Susan would get guys to beat him up.
“They believe in Earthly punishment to ill-
treatment of the vulnerable. You must have
done something to offend Susan.”
Mark thought about the party he went to
last Saturday, and he remembered getting
drunk and having s-x with Alicia Johnson
in his car. But he didn’t think Susan would
have found out about that. Besides,
everyone lies about having slept with Alicia
Johnson, because of how loose she was,
so it would be hard for Susan to believe
any rumors of him sleeping with her, he
thought to himself. “But Susan would never
do that to me.” Mark said out loud.
“She would be going against their laws,
and there are consequences for that.”
Mark’s face was screwed up as he looked
up at her. “Why did you help me?” It got
Helen off guard, and she became
speechless. After a couple of seconds of
silence, Mark walked out of the room.
………………..
He saw his dad driving the Jaguar out as
he drove into their street. He waved at
Mark, and Mark bowed his head in
greeting. He had been looking at his Dad
differently lately, ever since he caught him
at a park close to his school with another
woman. He wasn’t mad at the fact that his
dad was seeing another woman; he was
just double pissed because she was a very
much younger woman. He had watched
them from afar for about half an hour, and
they hadn’t spoken much, but as they held
hands, he could see there was a lot of
passion in their eyes.
He was parked in the garage now, but was
too lazy to come out of his car. He
slouched in the car seat, and got lost in
thoughts again. Somewhere in his
subconscious, a thought popped up, and
made its way to his conscious mind. He
processed the data, and with every second
that passed, he was sure he was right on
his conclusion. He had come to the
realization that the girl he had seen with
his Dad at the park was none other than
Helen, the mystery girl. He got out of the
car, and as he walked into the house, he
wondered how his Dad had ended up
dating a cult member. He also wondered
why on Earth his Dad’s mistress would be
on the lookout for him, and put herself in
danger just to protect him.
He exchanged greetings with his Mom as
he walked into the living room. She had
been using her iPad, and she looked at him
funny when he came to sit beside her on
the couch. He was shocked when he saw
that his Mom was actually going through
Helen’s pictures on Facebook. He felt bad
for how she would be feeling at this very
moment. “Umm! Mark, I have to tell you
something.” his mom said and tapped his
knee. Mark prepared to act as surprised as
possible to what his Mom was going to tell
him. “Mark, you…” she was saying and
paused to hand him the iPad. He squeezed
up his face as he collected the device from
her. “She actually goes to your school.
Mark, that’s your half-sister.”
The END |
Re: Blood Water by ClitoPen: 7:22am On Jan 14, 2018 |
O my! Pls continue..... 1 Like |
Re: Blood Water by mageekpen(m): 9:59am On Jan 14, 2018 |
lolks its a vry long story bro |
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