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|Re: RESTLESS - An Action/Romance Thriller by Oyinprince(m): 7:15am On Apr 19|
Restless – Episode 20
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© Oyinloye Oluwatosin Emmanuel
She moved her head closer to his and he moved his closer. She placed her hand at his back close to his neck. Their faces got closer and closer and sharing a kiss seemed so inevitable.
“Oh!” Henry sighed terribly and released Sheila off his grip. “No no no,” he shook his head. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t be doing this.”
Sheila stared at his face in shock and total disappointment. “Why?” she asked in a weak voice.
He continued to take short steps backwards, still shaking his head slowly.
“I’m sorry Sheila, but I can’t.” Henry apologized as he stepped back and reached for his crutch resting against the chair. He walked hurriedly past Sheila in direction of his room, feeling greatly embarrassed.
Sheila let out a sigh of frustration as she watched him walk away, now using his walking aid to support himself again.
She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply after he was out of sight. She felt her knees buckle and felt the need to sit urgently. She reached for the dining chair and sank into it, resting her right hand on the table and her left hand clinging to the top of the chair’s backrest.
She wondered what was happening to her. It was obvious that she had fallen in love unconsciously with Henry and the harder she tried to fight it, the stronger the feeling grew.
Maybe Henry did not feel the same way about her, she thought. There was no other way she could explain why Henry did not kiss her. Or did he think she wasn’t good enough for him? She asked herself. She probably wasn’t as beautiful as his late wife.
A thought popped into her mind and she remembered that they had gone close to sharing a kiss on two previous occasions when there had been an interruption. But in the scenario that just played out, there was no interruption, neither was there any reason for them not to kiss. If it had happened earlier, she would have thought Henry was afraid of starting anything intimate with her since he wasn’t sure of who he was yet but happening now meant there was something else to it.
She swallowed in and let out another breath. She closed her eyes tightly, she had never felt so dissappointed.
Henry laid in his bed, sleeplessly. He kept staring blankly at the ceiling with several thoughts running through his mind. He could not deny that he had developed some feelings for Sheila even though he did not want to agree with himself that he was beginning to fall in love with her. He chose to believe that his closeness with her had caused the feeling and that it would soon fade away once he left for Bethanna.
He remembered the look on her face when he did not kiss her. He realized she must have been expecting him to and must have felt bad that he left her hanging. He also felt bad and wished he had just kissed her, even if it was just to make her feel good and save her from the heartbreak.
He folded his arms across his chest as he imagined what kissing her would have felt like. The imagined taste of her lips felt so sweet and soft. He found himself licking his lips and saw himself not just kissing her but having his fingers run through her whole body and sensitive parts.
He suddenly stopped and cautioned himself from going deeper, he shook his head to wave off the thoughts. He realized that his regret for not kissing her lips was not just because of her disappointed look but also because he lusted for her body. He concluded that the only way to stop this was to keep her out of his thoughts totally and stop getting physically close to her. But he also recalled that it wasn’t his first time of making that decision after which hey had still ended up coming close to kissing each other just few minutes ago.
Another thought struck his mind and he questioned himself on why he had not kissed her. It was obvious he was lusting for her but he had stepped back when he had the opportunity to consume his lust. He closed his eyes to recall the moment again.
He was so close to her, feeling her soft body against his and her hand at the back of his neck, their lips so close that they could feel the breath coming out. At that moment, the only thought on his mind was covering her lips with his but thoughts of his late wife had suddenly popped up in his mind and he totally lost the urge to kiss her.
He had felt a sudden pain in his heart and he had felt like he was about to betray his wife’s love for him. She was dead but her killers were yet to be punished, therefore her soul was not resting yet.
Even though he was surprised to find himself believing that her soul was not at rest yet, it made him feel better and also fanned the flame and urge for him to get revenge for her and his child.
He took in a deep breath and stretched his hand forth to pick the pillow, he covered his face with the pillow and released out air from his mouth into it.
The Next Day
She found it difficult to concentrate at work the next day. Thoughts of Henry kept crawling into her mind even as she tried to focus on work. She knew she had to get him off her mind to work effectively but there was no activity at work that day that carried the power to take his thoughts completely off her mind.
She paused her work for a moment to think of what she could do to take him off her mind. She concluded she needed some distractions, distractions strong and probably exciting enough to make her totally forget him. She couldn’t think of any at that moment but was positive she would get something.
On a second thought, she considered forcing herself to get another distraction would be chickening out so easily. She knew what she wanted and could go for it instead of finding a way out. And even if she was going to find a way out, it must be after Henry had said it to her face that he did not want her.
She decided she was going to open a conversation with Henry about the last night when she got home that day.
|Re: RESTLESS - An Action/Romance Thriller by Oyinprince(m): 7:16am On Apr 19|
Episode 20 contd
“I, 2, 3…” Henry muttered under his lips as he turned about a point, with the gun in his hand raised and targeted at imaginary obstacles.
He was in his room with the empty pistol and was trying to refresh his knowledge and art in the use of guns. As he changed the focus of his pistol from point to point, he saw pictures of unidentified terrorists in his mind and he imagined getting the bullets to pierce through their heads.
A knock sounded on the door and distracted him. He glanced at the door and also glanced at the wall clock. He widened his eyes in surprise at how time had been far spent. He quickly turned back and walked to the drawer to hide the gun in his hand. He turned back quickly again and looked around to check if everything in the room was in place.
“You may come in,” he said after few seconds and then walked slowly to the bed. He sat down beside the point where he laid the crutch.
The door opened gently and Sheila stepped in. She stopped just behind and closed it.
“Hey!” She greeted in a soft voice, almost in whispers.
“Hey!” Henry greeted back. “How was work?”
“Fine,” she replied and forced on a smile.
There was silence for some seconds, with both of them staring into each other’s eyes uncomfortably.
“We need to talk,” Sheila finally said.
“Yeah…” Henry’s voice faded in.
“Can we talk here?” Sheila asked.
He stared at her for some seconds and then nodded more than twice in response.
Sheila stepped further in. Henry created some space beside him in the bed for her to sit but she walked past him and sat on the footstool beside the bed instead.
She crossed her legs and faced him, he also turned to face her. They stared at each other in silence for a while until Henry spoke.
“I’m…I’m,” he stuttered. He paused to clear his throat before he spoke again. “I’m sorry… I mean, sorry for what happened yesterday.”
Sheila stared at his face without blinking. He felt her eyes piercing deep into his and he felt some kind of guilt. He knew she expected him to keep talking and then explain why the reason for his action but he was short of words to speak.
‘You don’t need to be sorry,” she spoke after one long minute of silence. “You didn’t do anything bad.”
Henry stared at her for a moment. “I know you felt hurt yesterday, I’m sorry for making you feel that way.”
“No, you didn’t do anything.” She insisted, letting out a painful smile. “I think I was just expecting much more than I was supposed to expect.”
“I actually wanted to…”
She squinted at him when he refused to complete his statement. “You wanted to do what?”
“Nothing,” he replied sharply and shook his head. “I’m sorry, I can’t just explain what happened to me.”
“It’s okay, I’m sorry for wanting more than I should.”
There was silence for another long moment. Different thoughts ran through the minds of the both of them. Sheila realized that apart from apologizing to each other, there had been no discussion yet.
‘Henry,” she called softly and looked up. He looked at her face in response. She heaved a sigh, “I know this may seem weird to come from me but I really have to say it because I can no longer hold it in anymore.”
She stopped talking briefly and stared back at him as he stared intently at her face.
“I do think I am beginning to develop some feelings for you, i can’t explain but It’s just weird. I’ve never felt this way, not even during the years I was with Tom.” she forced on a smile.
Henry closed his eyes and drew in a breath. He wished he could say the same to her.
“Sheila, we’ve been close to each other for some months now and it’s natural to develop feelings towards each other. It’s a normal occurrence between people of the opposite sex,” he stopped and shook his head. “I would not like, I have been developing some feelings too but it’s just because we’ve been so close together and I’m sure it’s going to fade away very soon like it never existed. We just have to be careful not to let ourselves get carried away by what we feel which is temporary, so that we do not do something we would regret.”
Sheila closed her eyes and shook her head. “I don’t think this is going to fade away, I’ve tried to stop feeling this way but the feeling just never goes away… I’m not a kid, I know what I feel and I know when it’s temporal.”
Henry heaved a sigh. “I’m sorry Sheila, I don’t feel it’s going to last. I can’t keep feelings for any other lady yet, I still love my wife very much.”
“Your wife?’ Sheila raised a brow. “Your wife is late!”
Henry closed his eyes deeply and shook his head. “I can’t get her off my mind, I can not get her pictures off my mind. i just can’t see myself being with another woman who isn’t Sarah.”
Sheila breathed out gently. She nodded gently as if she understood him.
“It’s okay, I guess it will truly fade off like you said, I just have to hope and believe that.” She forced on a smile, feeling heartbroken and shattered inside.
“I’m sorry Sheila…” Henry said, looking at her face. She kept her face down, her eyes closed and her fists clenched.
She rose up to her feet at once. “Goodnight Henry,” she said in a calm voice and proceeded towards the door immediately.
To be continued.
In the following episodes, Henry returns to Bethanna to begin his quest for revenge.
Let’s get talking here, ladies, have you ever expressed your feeling for a guy and he declined? How did you feel?
|Re: RESTLESS - An Action/Romance Thriller by skubido(m): 10:02am On Apr 19|
Hmmmm, we don dey reach.
ladies oya ooo
|Re: RESTLESS - An Action/Romance Thriller by queenitee(f): 12:06am On Apr 22|
The guy said he has a girlfriend
|Re: RESTLESS - An Action/Romance Thriller by Olalekank(m): 8:04am On Apr 22|
queenitee:Omo, that's sad
Me I don't have a girlfriend
|Re: RESTLESS - An Action/Romance Thriller by queenitee(f): 9:13am On Apr 22|
Olalekank:I guess he's one good guy to tell me he has a girlfriend self.
You said you are what? But ehmmm, when the woman of God aff not seen oko nko?
|Re: RESTLESS - An Action/Romance Thriller by Olalekank(m): 9:22am On Apr 22|
queenitee:Ohhh, I said I am single
I'm a man of God and I'm single
|Re: RESTLESS - An Action/Romance Thriller by queenitee(f): 12:18pm On Apr 22|
Olalekank:aff now seen I mean
|Re: RESTLESS - An Action/Romance Thriller by Olalekank(m): 12:45pm On Apr 22|
It is well
|Re: RESTLESS - An Action/Romance Thriller by Oyinprince(m): 8:14am On Apr 23|
queenitee:That guy is a nice one .
|Re: RESTLESS - An Action/Romance Thriller by Oyinprince(m): 8:21am On Apr 23|
Restless – Episode 21
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© Oyinloye Oluwatosin Emmanuel
Location: Bexford City , Bethanna.
“Kellar, would you stop running around the house?” Sarah shouted for the umpteenth time. It was a Saturday and the little four year old kid was running around and rejoicing after finding out that he would not be going to school that morning.
The mother, Sarah was in the laundry room, taking care of the clothes used by the family during the week. She had just put on the washing machine and was peeping out to check for her son who was running about the corridor.
“Kellar, where are you?” she called out when she did not see him in the corridor any longer. She shook her head and turned back into the laundry room. She didn’t bother to go look for him because she was sure he would be safe as she had locked all the doors to the places which was out of bounds to him in the house. His running around was like a routine on Saturdays and she had learnt to live with it without having to run around with him to stop him several times.
Sarah Winston was a beautiful fair lady of a height of 5.7 fts. She had gorgeous dark eyes and an oval face. Her slender body and figure eight always stood her out in every outfit she put on. She was a nurse by profession but had to stop working after she had Kellar. Since then she had began to run a fashion blog from her home.
Sarah got married to Louis Winston two years before they had Kellar. Their wedding had been an expensive but silent one, they had only few family members and fewer friends, this because both of them preferred to live a private life. They had tied the nuts only after a year of being in the relationship.
Louis had met Sarah on the first day he went to a church in Bexford. He had spotted a beauty queen at the backseat in the choir stand. After the service, he had stayed outside at the entrance of the church to wait for her.
Louis Winston is seen outside the Love Cathedral, holding a phone in his hand and looking from time to time to check those coming out of the church. After waiting for two hours and some minutes without seeing her come out, he got back into the church and saw her chatting with some people in the church. She had already taken off her suit jacket and high heels but she looked beautiful nevertheless. He watched her for some minutes, wondering if he should go closer and draw her attention.
He stood there, confused for several minutes. He wasn’t a church person, the last time he had attended any church service or any religious activity was his childhood. His mother used to be a devoted member of the catholic church but he lost her when he was still little. He lived with his father who was irreligious for five years until the man married another woman who was just like him, she cared less about religious activities. So Louis stood there, confused, he wasn’t sure whether wooing a lady was allowed inside the church.
Twenty five minutes after waiting, he heaved a sigh of relief on seeing her pick up her handbag and standing up from her seat. A friend joined her and they walked together towards the entrance of the church. Louis did not stop nor approach them, he waited till they stepped outside the church and followed quietly after them. He was about to step out of the church when another lady stopped him at the entrance.
“Hello brother! You look like a first timer,” she said in a soft voice.
“Erm…” He stammered, his eyes still on the ladies walking towards the road. He tried to walk past but the lady at his front would not leave the way. “Please, I need to go,” he said but she still stood in his way. He finally glanced at her face, he looked again at the ladies outside, they were already waving down a cab. He looked again at the woman in front of him. It was then he noticed she was also beautiful.
The lady standing in front of him also turned back to see what he was looking at.
“Oh! Sorry, did you come with them?” She asked Louis as she finally gave way for him to pass.
“Oh no!” Louis exclaimed sadly. The women had already gotten into the car and the car moved immediately.
“Sorry, but why didn’t they wait for you?” The woman at his front asked, already assuming he came with them.
“Nothing, I did not come with them.” Louis replied. He was angry at her for letting his crush leave.
“But you were trying to catch up with them,” the lady said.
“Yes…” Louis replied. He was getting angrier because she was now back in his way and was talking too much.
“Sorry I let you miss them. It’s just that I haven’t seen you in church before, and I also did not see you step out with the other first timers today.” She said.
“It’s not my first time here…” He lied, trying his best stop her from budging him. He had truly heard the call by the Pastor for the new comers in the church but he ignored and went unnoticed as it was a big church.
stared at him silently, the look on her face suggested that she did not believe him but he didn’t care. He also took a closer look at her and noticed that she was as beautiful as the woman he was going after. He thought in his mind that having a chat with her may not be a bad idea, it will only ensure he doesn’t lose in two ways since he already lost his initial target.
“Well, I haven’t seen your face before, so I thought it is your first time.” the lady replied.
“Yeah, you’re right.” Louis added sharply, trying to turn the conversation around. “It’s actually my first time of being in this church but not my first time in a church.”
She raised a brow, “You mean you are a member of another branch of Love Cathedral?”
“Ermm… Something like that actually,” he lied, faking on a smile. He thought she might be freer with him if she thought he was a member.
“That’s nice, I actually got born again and joined this church a month ago and I’ve been enjoying myself. I joined the first timers department already.”
Louis felt somehow guilty. He had told a lie to her on their first day of meeting. He lied to make her think he had been a member for long, whereas she was also a new member. He however quickly tried to remind himself that he wasn’t planning to be a member of a church, and his friendship with this lady no matter how beautiful she was may not last for long, he had only visited the church because he wanted to watch the activities of a particular journalist who was a member.
“I’m sister Sarah Bob,” the lady introduced.
“I’m Louis C. Win,” Louis stretched out his hand for a handshake.
That day served as the beginning of their friendship which continued and turned into a relationship and then marriage.
“Kellar,” Sarah called out again. She walked to the entrance and looked out to see if he was already back to the corridor but he wasn’t. She walked back in to take the hand towel and wiped her hand dry.
“Kellar, where are you?” she called out again as she stepped out into the corridor.
The little boy did not give a reply and everywhere was totally silent, which was unusual. If he did not reply her, she should be hearing noises of him running around, singing or making noise in any other form.
She searched the opened rooms for him but could not find him. He never went as far as the living room to play when no one else was there but Sarah had checked the other rooms without finding him, she had no choice than to go search for him in the living room.
“Honey!” She screamed in surprise as she caught the back view of her husband, carrying the boy and saying some soft words to him.
Carl turned to his wife carrying a face full of smiles, “Hello sweetheart.”
“Oh my God!” she exclaimed, letting out a happy laugh. She advanced towards him quickly and stopped a metre before him to give him a FOX salute. “The ever dogged invincible Agent Winston!”
Carl saluted her back and let out a loud laugh. Kellar was less interested in whatever the two adults were doing but was happily crunching the snacks his father had given to him on his arrival.
Carl dropped the boy on the ground gently and gave him a pat on the back.
He received his wife in a warm embrace and kissed her forehead. They stayed clung to each other for close to a minute before Carl kissed her lightly on the lips and they both sat on the long sofa.
“Honey, you never told me you would be returning today.”
“Yes, I did not tell you but did you ever think I would be missing today?’ he said with a mischievous look on his face.
She raised her brows and stared at him, “What’s today’s date?”
He stared back at her without replying.
“Today is twenty…” she stopped and widened her eyes in surprise. She turned at him and let out a scream, “it’s our sixth year wedding anniversary.”
“Yeah Baby, it is.” Carl smiled in response.
“Come on Louis, I can’t believe I forgot.”
Carl chuckled. “I remember I promised you when I missed last year’s, not to miss this year’s day.”
“That’s true, I actually remembered earlier this month, but since you informed me about the Invisible terrorists mission, I never thought you would be available to celebrate it anymore.”
“But I’m here babe, and we need to go somewhere together,” Carl said, staring at her with a smile.
“What’s your plan Agent?” she said and tapped him on the shoulder. “Where do you plan to take us today?”
Due to the nature of Carl’s job, he had barely spent up to a week straight at home with his family in the past two years. He was always out of the country or in another state of the country for several weeks or even months and only came back home once in a while to spend less than seven days. In the last year, Carl had returned home only five times and only during the Christmas holiday did he stay more than a week with his family, he stayed exactly seventeen days before he was called to report for another mission outside the country the second day of January the next year.
“Don’t worry, you’ll know soon. I’ll give you an hour to prepare yourself and Kellar.”
“So soon, one hour?”
“Yes,” Carl replied.
“Louis, you need to give me more time, I would need to prepare breakfast for everyone first.”
“No no no,” Carl replied, shaking his head. “No breakfast at home this morning. Ermm…You can make something for Kellar but I’ve made plans for our breakfast already.”
“Hmm,” Sarah rolled her eyes at him. She was sure that whatever plans he had for the day would make the day a thrilling experience.
“But you still have to give me about two hours. I was in the laundry room but came here in search for Kellar when I wasn’t hearing his voice again.”
At that point, she turned her neck back to look at Kellar who was jumping around happily and crunching the snacks in his mouth.
“I see, please do not let it exceed two hours.” he warned playfully.
“Sure Agent, it won’t.”
She kissed him on his lips and was about to get up from the sofa when he pulled her back by her wrist. He pulled her closer to himself and kissed her again on her lips, more deeply this time.
She smiled shyly. “Would you allow me go prepare? We can do this later.”
He smiled and released her from his grip. “I pulled you back to inform you that we’d also be having a special night celebration on Sunday evening with Rex’s family.”
“That’s tomorrow night, what are we celebrating?” Sheila stopped to ask. She squinted as she suddenly remembered something. “And what about your mission on the invisible terrorists? I thought only you returned for today, but it seems both of you back are.” she asked in low tones, sitting back on the sofa.
Carl chuckled. “That’s exactly what we’re celebrating, we wiped them out totally four days ago and we would be celebrating by evening tomorrow. The Agency would also be officially celebrating us on Monday and publicly announcing the defeat of the Invisible terrorists.”
|Re: RESTLESS - An Action/Romance Thriller by Oyinprince(m): 8:21am On Apr 23|
EPisODE 21 contd
“Wow! So quick?” she smiled sheepishly. “Well, I trust my Superman,” she moved closer and kissed him fully on the lips again.
The day was an eventful one. From breakfast in an expensive restaurant, to a performing theatre to watch a live comedy play and a romantic treat at the Ballay’s Fun Zone. They retired home at night, after taking dinner at another expensive restaurant.
The family went to church together morning the next day. Carl Winston was known as Louis Win to everyone in the church and the few friends the family had. To the church members, Brother Louis had returned to church again since he last attended in December with his family and they were glad to have him back. To them, he was an engineer who worked with a foreign company, and that reason credible enough for them to understand his ever long absence from home. It was believed that he attended church where he worked. But Louis was not a religious person, he took him sometime before he accepted that he was a Christian after being taught and taught again by his wife. His wife was however always in church, and Carl made it important for him to be with her in church whenever he was at home on Sundays. He was however barely at home, in the past year, he spent no Sunday in his home except in December.
The family went for shopping in the afternoon after returning from the Church service. They returned by 3pm and preparations soon began for the night out with the Rex’s family.
“Well, I was thinking if there is a way we can celebrate this after official declaration by the FOX. That’s how we always do it,” Sarah said in a thoughtful tone to Carl at exactly 5pm.
Carl was surprised that she was thinking of changing her mind. He stared at her with raised eyebrows. “Come on, what are you talking about? We won the battle already, tomorrow would be Monday. Today is Sunday and is just the perfect day to celebrate.”
“Well, it’s okay. I’ll just finish up quickly.” Sarah said before she walked away.
Carl watched her go, wondering why she thought of postponing the celebration. Then he remembered she was talking to him about an evening fellowship meeting she held on Sundays with other women in the church. Carl smiled to himself, he knew that was the reason she wanted it postponed. He decided not to act as if he remembered, he was sure she would make arrangements for the meeting to hold without her.
He avoided looking at her face as he saw her walk into the living room again but he watched as she turned went straight to the bar to pick some empty bottles away from the shelf and dropped in a bowl she had with her.
“Honey, please bring me a bottle of Veleta.” He quickly said before she could leave there.
She brought him the bottle of Veleta and a glass cup to drink with. He thanked her and she left to continue what she was doing. After a while, Carl got up and offered to assist her.
An hour later, they were dressed and ready to go out. Kellar was left to sit at the backseat of the car while the couple sat in front.
“You haven’t still told me where we are going to,” Sarah questioned her husband after they got on the road.
Carl smiled and glanced at her. “It’s a surprise I and Rex planned for you and Abigail, why don’t you let us just get there?”
They continued on the journey, talking to each other and with their son. Soon, they got stuck in traffic jam on the way.
After ten minutes of being in traffic, the roads cleared and they moved on.
After a total of thirty five minutes drive minus the time spent in traffic, they got to a town called Turin Province. It was an Italian town in Bexford, inhabited by ninety percent Italian population. The town worked as a place of it’s own and followed most of Italian rules only even in Bexford. It was however a place of attraction to tourists because of the deep and rich culture of the Italians being portrayed there. It served like a capital of Italy in another country.
“What are we doing here?” Sarah asked in amazement as they entered the province. She was already having an idea of what Carl brought them to do there. She began to imagine a pleasant and romantic night.
“You’d know soon dear,” Carl replied.
They drove into the Turin Resorts after fifteen minutes and parked at the garage.
“We would be spending the night here,” Carl announced as he took off his seatbelt.
“Wow!” Sarah exclaimed as she stepped out of the car. She turned and looked around the environment. Like she had heard of the place, it was a beautiful and really different from other places in Bexford.
She looked back and caught a glimpse of the Turin rocks afar off. It was just like she had read in books and it was an awesome sight to behold.
Carl soon led them to the restaurant where other people were. The place was very large and looked more like a good court than a restaurant. A table had already been booked for both families and they settled there to wait for the Rex’s family. Less than ten minutes later, the Rex’s family joined them at the table.
After a moment of hugs and pleasantries. They sat at the big round table, seven of them – three kids and four adults. The men ordered for an Italian dish for the whole family and they were soon served and began to eat.
They talked as they ate, catching up on old times. The husbands occasionally signalled to each other, hiding the meanings of their signal from their wives. They were expecting an Italian music band which they had already arranged for to make scintillating performances for that night.
They were yet to finish eating when suddenly sounds of gunshots erupted from the entrance of the restaurant. They could see bullets flying from outside into the place. As expected, people fled for cover and those eating in the restaurants bowed their heads under the table.
Carl had immediately swung to action to protect his kid and wife and Rex had done the same. The families stayed under the table, while the husbands peeped carefully to know what was going on.
“Hold on to Kellar and don’t get up from this place until I call for you,” Carl said as he handed Kellar to his mother.
“Don’t go anywhere Honey!” Sarah protested in a frightened low voice but Henry was already moving before she finished talking.
He moved to the other side where Rex was holding his two kids close. “Do you by any chance have a machine with you?” he asked Rex in whispers.
“No…” Rex replied in a regretful tone.
Carl let out a breath. He also did not have a gun with him there, his pistol was in his car. While they were off duty and with their families, they preferred moving without guns on their bodies to avoid any instance of scaring a loved one.
“Stay here with them, I’ll check what is happening.” Carl said and got a nod from Rex before he moved quickly to another table where he could see properly from.
He spotted the men who shot the gun, they were not Italians but Africans and looked more like citizens of Bexford. Carl wondered in his mind why citizens had come to trouble the visitors in their land. He peeped carefully and quickly moved to under another table where another group of people were hiding. He stayed with them and watch as the gunmen moved around the restaurant. They seemed to be looking for someone or something in particular.
Rex remained there for a moment. He wasn’t sure of their mission yet and he wasn’t ready to get involved yet as far as the men would not kill anyone. He stayed silently for almost two minutes, watching the activities of the men as much as he could and also hoping the police would show up soon.
After some seconds, he looked up and noticed a particular blue smoke circulating the atmosphere and the hoodlums covering their noses with a mask. He knew what the blue smoke was for but he wondered what the men needed it for. The concentration of the smoke increased gradually and Carl knew that he had to step in immediately. The phone at the back of his trousers began to ring, he knew at once it was Rex calling to give him a signal that they needed to step. He had assigned Rex a personalized ringtone.
Soon, he located one of the men with a gun who was close by and with calculated steps, he got out of his hiding place and attacked the man. He broke the man’s neck and took the gun. He tried to take the mask on the man’s face but a gun was fired at him and he had to dodge quickly.
He coughed as he dropped on his knees under a table. He cocked his gun quickly and peeped carefully. He had inhaled some more quantity of the gas and he began to feel hotness in his eyes and weakness spreading all over his body.
He felt surprised. The gas was not supposed to have such quick effect on him like it did.
He moved quickly to under another table, firing shots at two of the men as he did. He felt so weak that his legs which he squatted on began to shiver. The last thing he remembered was trying to move to another table. When he opened his eyes again, he found himself somewhere entirely different.
It was still in the Turin Province and at the resorts. He was on the floor, still so weak. He managed to move his body and turned to see Rex also on the floor, only few metres away from him.
“Rex!” he whispered.
Rex made an insignificant movement first but later began to move well.
“Carl,” he whispered back, looking around, not knowing from where he was called.
“Behind you Rex,” Carl said.
It took Rex close to a minute to drag himself on the floor and face Carl. The both of them could not stand up because of the terrible weakness of their body.
“Someone traced us here, they knew we were coming here.” Rex said to Carl in whispers.
Carl looked around again, he noticed they were outdoor and somewhere close to the lodge he had chosen for his family to stay at that night.
“How did they trace us here and why can’t I lift my body?” Carl asked Rex since it seemed he knew more about what happened.
“Our food was poisoned Carl, that made the gas work quicker and it is responsible for the total weakness.” Rex replied.
“Where is my wife and yours? Where are the kids?”
“I don’t know,” Rex replied in a pained voice, dragging his body on the floor.
The two heavily built men laid sprawled on the floor, helplessly suffering from the effect of drugs.
Soon, Carl felt some hands touch him from behind. They lifted him up and placed him on his legs but he was so weak that he couldn’t stand without their support. He looked and saw that the same was being done to his friend. Three men at his side and three at Rex’s side.
A man soon appeared in front of them, wearing an evil smile on his face.
He stopped two metres away where both of them could see him fully.
“Agents Carl and Rex, Invincible they say you are but you are right here at our mercy.” he stopped and let out a loud sardonic laughter. “Now, we would take you to say goodbye to your families before we finally end your miserable lives.”
Carl cursed under his breath as he saw the inscription on the man’s shirt, it was the logo of the invisible terrorists.
The men holding Carl began to move him after a hand signal from the man in front. Carl looked back and also saw them moving Rex in the opposite direction.
Their destination was not far but because of Carl who needed support to move, it took them two minutes to get to the place on foot. About a hundred metres in front was the lodge Carl had planned for his family that night. A small bungalow it was but beautiful at the exterior and also beautiful internally. There was a bus parked just outside the building.
Soon, two men stepped out from the front of the bus and three others stepped out from behind, two carrying his wife and one with his child. Sarah’s hands and legs were tied.
“Daddy!” Kellar screamed from afar as he saw his father.
Sarah had not seen Carl until she heard the boy’s scream.
“Carl, they are going to burn us inside this house, you have to help us.”
Carl tried to struggle in the men’s hand but his legs did not stay on the ground to be able to fight them. He watched his wife being placed on the floor and dragged with the rope towards the entrance of the house. His son was also carried carelessly on one hand.
“Daddy!” the boy screamed again. His voice echoed deeply in Carl’s head but Carl was too weak to make any move.
“They’re taking us away, do something honey!” Sarah screamed in horror as they dragged her to the entrance of the house.
Carl stood and watched helplessly, as weak as a dead plant. He was held up still and forced to watch without being able to help. Two of the three men who had taken his wife and son in soon stepped out and split ways to different sides of the house.
He widened his eyes in horror as he saw the men beginning to pour fuel around the building and on the outer walls. He saw the third man step out through the entrance with a container of fuel. He placed the container just at the entrance.
Carl struggled more but he was without strength. The three men walked back into the vehicle after exhausting the fuel in their containers and drove away to somewhere far from the building. The two men who had stepped out from the front of the vehicle walked to where the other men were holding Carl. One took out a gun and pointed it at the house from his position, he targeted the container of fuel.
“Noooo!” Carl screamed as the man released two shots. The house went up in flames.
He kept screaming and struggling so hard that the men holding him had to drop him. He fell to the ground and was unable to pick himself up. He tried to crawl but was barely making any movement. Tears rolled down his eyes as he watched the house continue burning with his wife and child in it.
September 25, 2015
It was another sleepless night for Henry. He had just had the nightmare again and watched how the building burnt with his wife and child in it while he watched helplessly.
He sat at the edge of the bed, feeling mad at himself. Tears rolled down his face just like that night. He imagined again how his wife must have felt about him that night. She called him her superman, her champ and powerful hero. She had heard stories of how he saved many nations and territories, but just that night, one time and the only chance he got to prove himself to her by saving her, the love of his life, he failed woefully.
He couldn’t forgive himself for failing and would not be able to rest until judgement was delivered to her killers.
He had tried to stop having the nightmares, but it seemed to increased and worse everyday as he read the news and saw reports on how the invisible terrorist had killed other sets of people. And as reports of the terrorist’s killing increased, so did his restlessness become more intense.
It was time to return to Bethanna and kill every single one of the terrorists, he had never been so determined in his life.
To be continued
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|Re: RESTLESS - An Action/Romance Thriller by skubido(m): 9:09am On Apr 23|
Tanks for the update
|Re: RESTLESS - An Action/Romance Thriller by Mcphancey7(f): 10:05am On Apr 23|
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Wow what a long and intriguing update, op thanks so much
|Re: RESTLESS - An Action/Romance Thriller by DivineSpecial(f): 9:19pm On Apr 24|
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|Re: RESTLESS - An Action/Romance Thriller by Oyinprince(m): 8:16am On Apr 26|
Restless – Episode 22
(Back In Bethanna)
® 18+ SNVL
© Oyinloye Oluwatosin Emmanuel
It has gone past six months of living in Anthanna. Henry was yet to be declared medically fit by the doctor. And even though he could manage to walk carefully with his injured leg, he still felt pain in the leg and fared better when he used his walking aid.
His relationship with Sheila got strained after that night’s discussion where he had told her he could not love anyone else but his wife. Apart from the causal greetings, she avoided him like a plague in the house and only spoke to him only when it was necessary. They stopped spending the evening together and even stopped eating together at the dining table.
After the first two weeks, there seemed to be a little change and Sheila began to talk to him ocassionally but their conversation always seemed so strange and without any connection.
Henry however had his revenge plan going on, he already some steps to take in Bexford and only needed to tell Sheila about it. He didn’t plan to move fully at once. He wanted to go first to Bexford for an underground investigation and return to El Deols to recover completely before going back to Bexford for a full mission.
He however wasn’t sure of how to explain it to Sheila. He wasn’t sure she would understand his plan especially when he had earlier promised not to leave until he fully recovered. He had drawn up a calendar for his steps and the start of the calendar was approaching quickly, he needed to tell it to her anyhow, regardless of how she would accept it. He hoped she would accept it well, but what mattered to him most was getting revenge for his family, and that is by totally wiping out the invisible terrorists.
It was soon seven o’clock and Henry heard sounds of Sheila in the house. He braced himself and got out of his room. He confirmed that she was in the living room and proceeded straight there.
He ran into her at the corridor which led to the living room, she was coming out from the kitchen and holding a tray of fruit pack with three glass cups which signified the presence of visitors.
“Hey Henry!” She smiled at him lightly and briefly, not waiting for his response as she advanced towards the living room.
“Hi Sheila, how was work today?” Henry asked, following behind her.
“Work was great as usual,” Sheila replied and then took a glance back. “It’s been a long time I saw you around this part of the house at such a time like this, what’s different today?” She asked in a light tone.
Henry continued following behind her. He couldn’t give her an answer immediately because the question made him think deeply. He realized that it wasn’t Sheila who had necessarily stayed far away from him, he had also done it too unconsciously.
“Ermm… I wanted to discuss something with you,” he replied as they stepped into the living room.
He already knew what her answer would be as he saw the visitors seared there. They were Victoria and Florence, the two ladies who had been with Sheila when Henry was injured and was at the hospital.
Sheila turned to him and spoke in low tones. “Don’t you think we should discuss it later? When they’re gone?”
“Of course, I just needed you to know, that would be okay,” Henry said with a smile. “I’ll be in my room and check back later.”
“Okay,” Sheila replied and turned back.
Henry could have turned back immediately but his eyes met with Victoria’s and he noticed that the ladies had already seen him.
“Good evening ladies,” he waved his hand at them from where he stood.
“Good evening Henry,” Victoria replied audibly while the other lady only waved back and smiled.
“Please do have a nice evening together,” Henry said and turned immediately, advancing back to the corridor.
“Hey, Henry!” One of the ladies called back.
Henry turned back to hear why he was called.
“Ermm, where are you going to?” Victoria asked. “Why don’t you join us here?”
“Ermm…” Henry fumbled, not knowing what response to give.
Victoria who was staring at his face turned her gaze to Sheila who had just placed the tray of fruit juice on the centre table.
Sheila noticed Victoria’s stare and then glanced at Henry before taking her seat, she didn’t want to influence his decision but she was indifferent about him staying or not.
“I have some few things to do upstairs,” Henry lied, already tired of the eyes gazing at him curiously. “Please do excuse me.”
The ladies apart from Sheila watched him go until he was out of sight. They turned to Sheila and stared at her with curious eyes while she formed busy with the phone in her hands.
“Why are you girls staring at me like that?” Sheila was forced to ask after being uncomfortable with the stares. She raised her brows and glanced at the both of them one after the other before putting back her focus to the phone.
“Hey, Sheila, tell us what’s going on.” Priscilla asked.
“What’s going on?” Sheila raised her head to stare at Priscilla’s face. “What’s going on where?”
“I mean why didn’t he want to join us?” Priscilla questioned again.
Sheila raised her brows. “Why are you asking me? Didn’t he just mention that he had something to do upstairs?”
“But we all know that that is just an excuse for him to leave here because he doesn’t want to stay for some other reasons.” Victoria chipped in.
“Oh! I don’t know why he wouldn’t want to stay, since you know he has some other reasons, maybe you can tell us.” Victoria replied.
“Because you should know why he doesn’t want to, it doesn’t look like everything is going on well between the both of you.” Victoria added.
“Well… There’s nothing wrong with us, he doesn’t just want to stay here and I think we should respect his desire to be alone.”
Victoria chuckled and stared at her. “Is there something you don’t want to tell us babe? I noticed that you’ve stopped talking about him like you always do before the fight. Has something gone wrong?”
“Nothing is wrong with us, I already told you so.” Sheila insisted.
“Or is he mad at you for what happened?”
“No, of course not.”
“But the way you acted to each other was unusual and he was less friendlier than he was the day we first met him here.”
Priscilla just kept on listening and watching them both.
“People change Vic, he just felt like keeping to himself today.” Sheila replied. “Please can we change the subject of discussion?” She added in a serious tone.
The both friend sighed.
Henry had been expecting the knock at his door for more than one hour before it sounded. He rolled out of bed quickly and sat at the edge.
“Please come in Sheila,” he said.
Sheila stepped into his room gently and closed the door behind. She walked straight to pick his footstool and dragged it somewhere close to him for a conversation before sitting.
“So Henry,” she spoke after taking in a long drag of air. “My friends are gone now, what is it you wanted to discuss?”
“Thanks for remembering to come up Sheila,” Henry began. “It’s something very important and it’s about my future and plan to return to Bexford.”
Sheila sat silently listening to him.
For the first few days after she had opened up about her feelings to him and he rejected, she had felt so bad that she totally avoided seeing him. It was only after some more days, she was able to start putting it behind her gradually.
“I’ll like to go to Bexford on October 15th,” Henry broke the news. He paused to see her reaction but she made no visible reaction, so he continued. “I need to start some underground work and I’ll need to seek a lot of information and data.” He stopped again, expecting her to talk but she did not. “Ermm…” He tried to talk again but this time was stuttering. “I know I promised earlier that…”
“So, what are the things you need to make your trip?” Sheila interrupted him in a cool and calm voice, communicating an unsaid message that he didn’t need to explain the reason for his decisions.
Henry paused for a moment. He stared at her face and sat upright.
“You don’t need to bother about the things I need, I should be able to find my way alone.” Henry replied, still unsure.
Sheila squinted at him. “You mean you’re not going to need money to make the trip and to get some necessary provisions?”
“I can find a way to get the money and things I need,” Henry replied.
“No way I’d let you ‘find a way’, I am here to help you with what you need to carry out your work.”
“I don’t want to bother you anymore Sheila, you’ve done enough to help me already.”
“Henry, I’ve not complained of being tired but you would be offending me if you refuse my help.”
Henry heaved a sigh and shook his head. “Okay… I will only let you lend me the money.”
“Yes, I beg you to allow us leave it at that.” Henry pleaded.
Sheila opened her mouth to speak but ending up breathing out without saying anything.
“Okay, so you plan to leave on October 15th, that’s approximately two weeks from this time.”
“Yes, it is.”
Sheila smiled and stared at his face for a moment.
“It’s okay, I wish you all the best in your plans.” Sheila said as she closed her eyes brefly and took in a breath.
“It’s not a final movement yet.”
“Yes, you said you’d return.”
“Thanks,” Henry said again.
“You’re welcome,” Sheila replied and opened her eyes. A deep look into her eyes revealed that she was holding back tears. “So is that all you wanted to discuss?” she asked, getting ready to stand up.
“Ermm…” Henry frowned. He had discussed all he planned to discuss with her, but he was expecting a slightly different response from what she gave. “Well, I thought you’d be mad at me for planning to go so soon when I earlier promised not to until I’m fit.”
She smiled lightly. “I do not have any reason to be mad at you or stop you from going, I may not fully understand what it means for one to watch his loved ones being murdered but I am sure it is was horrific. If it were me, I would be restless as you are. So I understand your need to go quickly and I promise to support you in any way I can.”
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EPisODE 22 contd
Henry chuckled. He was amazed at Sheila’s kindness and understanding. He felt loved and blessed to have met someone like her. He thought of her promise to help him and he smiled at the thought, he sure would not want to get her involved deeply in his mission, she had helped him enough and had gone through so much troubles already.
“Thank you so much Sheila, I must confess you are one of the best person I’ve met in this world, I’ve never met someone with a pure heart as yours.”
Sheila smiled lightly at his compliment and then chuckled. “Thanks for saying that really,” she said and got up from the seat. “I’ll be available to help you in any way you want me to.”
Henry got up and followed as she advanced towards the door.
“Goodnight Henry,” she said as she placed her hand on the knob and turned it.
“Good…” he was about to reply when he remembered something. “Sheila,” he called back before she could close the door.
She stopped at the entrance with her hand on the front knob and stared straight into his eyes.
“Ermm… I’m sorry to bother you, but I just remembered something which you could help me with.”
“What’s that?” she asked.
“Ermm… Maybe we should talk about it tomorrow, it’s late tonight.”
“It’s just few minutes past ten o’clock,” Sheila replied, confirming from the time on her phone. “And tomorrow is Saturday, I was just about to go start a new movie.”
“Oh! If you think we should start tonight, it’s okay then.” Henry stepped out of the way for her to step back in.
“So, what is it you want me to help you with?” she only took some few steps in and turned.
He closed the door and faced her.
“Ermm…Can you sit please?” he said ushering her to sit on the bed.
She decided to sit on the footstool instead. He sat on the bed, directly facing her.
“I’ve been trying to track the invisible terrorists from here,” Henry began. “But I’m suspecting there was a foul somewhere.”
He got up briefly to pick his laptop from the table. It was the one Sheila had given him for his practicals on his private lessons. He opened it and turned it on. He carried the laptop closer to her and squatted, holding it on his palms.
“You see… I tried to log in to my account on the FOX’s server and luckily for me, it hasn’t been deactivated yet but the access is restricted, so I have not been able to find the names of the men that attacked us that night. I need those names and you can help me get them.”
“How?” Sheila squinted.
“I’ll tell you why first,” Henry said, at the same time also working on his laptop.
“Let’s sit here, so you would be comfortable,” Sheila said as she moved to sit at the edge of the bed. She had now realized why he ushered her to sit on the bed.
Henry joined her and placed the laptop on his knees.
“I want to trace those men who attacked us, if I get records of their activities before that day, I would be able to trace the people they met and possibly find other living invisible terrorists members.”
“So how do I help you do that?” Sheila asked again.
Henry did not reply immediately. He made some few clicks and few taps on the keyboard before he spoke. “Here,” he showed her something on the screen of the laptop. A questioning look appeared on her face as she looked. She stared at his face, her eyebrows gathered together.
On the laptop was running the CCTV application made for the security agencies of the country and Henry was at the access page, a page which was prohibited to non staffs.
“What are we doing with this?” she asked.
“I need to track the movement of those guys who dropped me at the Nura River,” Henry replied.
“Nura is an uncivilized village, there’s zero presence of security cameras there.” Sheila replied him. “And we never saw those men’s faces.”
“We can still find a way to trace them even there are no cameras at Nura,” Henry replied. “And I remember you once mentioned that few days after I was taken to the hospital, your tour man said some of the villagers saw the men who dropped my body.”
“Yes, truly.” Sheila answerd thoughtfully. “Osey told us they came in a blue Sienna.”
“Blue SIenna, that’s some good information.”
“To track those men, we have to find all the entraces into Nura Village from other towns.” Sheila said and took out her phone. She switched on the google map application. After two minutes of using the map, she spoke again. “There are only two entrances into Nura,” she raised her head to look at Henry who was staring at her.
“So, let’s calculate the aprroximate time it would take the men to drive from that entrance to the river.”
“Great, we can really track them.” Sheila replied, her eyes widening in excitement. “I’ll just have to subtract the length of time for driving and length of time they spent at the river from that hour we saw them that night. That would give me an approximate time they were at places they could be covered by the CCTV.”
‘Exactly, Sheila, brilliant!” Henry hailed her, amazed that she was thinking so quick like an investigator already.
“So what do you need me to do with this?” she asked, looking at the laptop screen again. She glanced at his face.
Henry bent his head low a bit and looked directly into her eyes. “I need you to hack into this so that we can have access to the past CCTV footages, I know you can do this Sheila.”
2 Days After
Location: Rutna, Anthanna.
Mark and his family were seated in the living room as their usual custom was. His wife was assisting the eldest child with his school assignment while the youngest one was already asleep on one of the chairs.
Mark himself was already dozing off in the three seater when a sound woke him up. He sat up quickly and his eyes met with his wife’s as they both wondered what had made the security alarm of the car go off.
Mark got up from the chair and advanced towards the front window of the house immediately. He opened the curtains slightly and peeped to see what was going on but he saw nothing and no one outside. He walked back into the living room and picked the car keys and a torchlight, even though the secuity lights outside the house provided enough brightness.
He stepped outside and walked straight to his car. He did not see anything as he approached the car. He decided to go round the car and check if there was a neighbour’s dog or other pet hiding beside it. He was just about to turn from the bootside to the other long side when a figure rose suddenly in front of him and grabbed him by the neck. He tried to scream but the grip on his neck was so tight. A white handkerchief covered his nose.
Location: Queen Land, Bexford Bethanna.
Henry took in a deep breath as he stepped outside the cab. He looked around the place slowly and breathed out again.
He was back where it all started, he was back in Bexford, the home city of the FOX.
To be continued
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|Re: RESTLESS - An Action/Romance Thriller by Oyinprince(m): 8:40am On Apr 26|
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|Re: RESTLESS - An Action/Romance Thriller by izaray(f): 10:48am On Apr 26|
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|Re: RESTLESS - An Action/Romance Thriller by Kaycee9242(m): 11:46am On Apr 26|
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|Re: RESTLESS - An Action/Romance Thriller by drewsman(m): 6:41am On May 03|
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Restless – Episode 23
(Back To Bethanna II)
® 18+ SNVL
© Oyinloye Oluwatosin Emmanuel
Location: Queen Land, Bexford Bethanna .
Henry took in a deep breath as he stepped outside the cab. He looked around the place slowly and closed his eyes. He was back where it all started, he was back in Bexford, the home city of the FOX.
He was dressed in a blue pull over and black jean trousers. He had a white face cap on and white trekkers to match. He also had dark sunshades covering his eyes and a golden necklace on top of his pull over with the pendant resting at the middle of his chest. He had a different walking aid in form of a waking stick in his hand which he now used instead of his crutch.
He stood still for a moment and watched the cab drive away. He raised his phone to check the time, it was thirty minutes past nine pm. He turned from the road. Right behind him was the house he had lived with his family for six years. He continued walking as he noticed a big padlock at the gate. He looked around as he walked past the gate, trying to see if there was any watchful eyes.
QueenLand was as quiet as it was seven months ago. The peacefulness and quietness of the place was one of the reasons Henry had chosen the location for his residence. Another important reason was the quality of the population. The population was low and made of mainly professionals and rich businessmen with their families. It was also well secured and barely had reasons to be in the news for something bad.
There were very few people on the road and also very few vehicles. That part of the town had strict laws that restricted movements from ten pm and that with the already low population resulted in the less use of roads at nights.
He continued walking till he got to end of the road which was a T section leading into two other two-lane roads of opposite direction traffic.
He crossed over the lanes to the store at the other side. He walked in and purchased a pack of milk and a pack of cassava flakes. He returned with the nylon bag in direction of the house again. He stopped after he crossed the road and took out his phone from the pocket of his pull over, he opened an application and typed in some settings before returning it into his pocket. He continued walking.
He was getting close to the house when the phone rang. He stopped and took a step back. He took out the phone. “150 metres close to selected location,” the notification on the screen showed boldly.
He clicked the volume down button of the phone to stop the ringing. He moved away from the shoulders of the tarred road and moved closer to the fence of a facility. He leaned his body against the wall and raised his head, his eyes began to move to and fro, moving from one street light stand to another.
He was trying to recall the points where the street cameras were hidden on the streets.
After a minute, he opened another application on his phone and set a timer to sixty seconds. He began to walk immediately after clicking on start, this time without his walking aid.
He got to the front of the gate in less than one minute. He turned off the timer and opened the stop watch, he made it to begin the reading before he returned phone in his pocket. He placed his walking aid against the wall and took out a small round leather purse from his pocket. He took out two screw-driver like tools and began to work on the padlock. In less than a minute, both arms of the padlock got unhooked. Henry pushed in the gate gently and walked in the compound.
The place was dark, the lights had been turned off, there was only a faint reflection of light on the streets. It was six months of no one living in it and he could imagine how dirty the place would be.
As he proceeded towards the entrance of the house, memories of his son and his wife returned to his mind and they looked so real.
The lights came on. He saw his wife standing at the balcony, holding Kellar by her right hand and both flashing their teeth at him. He saw the cars parked at the car garage. He also saw the gardener at an angle in the compound and the maid at the entrance, standing behind Sarah, dressed in her smart uniform.
He shook his head to dismiss the painful imagination of the past. He heaved a sigh and marched forward quickly. Soon, he got into the living room of the house. He took out a Torchlight and did not bother to turn on the lights. Apart from not wanting the lights in the building to attract attention, he also knew there was a possibility that the house had been disconnected from electricity since it had not been inhabited for more than six months. He made his way to the study, the room where he worked from whenever he was at home and where he hid some things.
Inside the study was dusty as expected and even stuffier than the other parts of the house. He proceeded slowly and gently with his walking aid. He stopped when his head caught a web of spiders hanging down from the ceiling. He cleared it off and proceeded.
The study was still the way he left it on the thirtieth day of March. There were no signs of anyone visiting to search for anything. He proceeded to the shelf at the right side, he moved away a pack of arranged compact disks to give access to the wall behind.
He moved everything from that part of the shelf to an empty space. He stretched his right hand in and began to touch the wall with his fingers as if he was searching for something. For a moment, nothing happened and he stopped to check if he was touching the right place. He took three steps back towards the center and had a quick view of the whole shelf, he confirmed that he was at the right point. He stepped closer again and repeated the same process, only touching it harder this time around.
He stepped back as some lines of rectangle began to form around the area, it was a small 15cm by 10cm rectangle. After the lines of the shape formed clearly , it moved in slowly, revealing an clean cubic hole in the wall. Henry looked in, there were buttons numbering 0 – 9 arranged on the wall and the end of the hole. He stretched his right hand in and held the torchlight with the left. He punched in some codes and took out his hand.
He stepped back and turned expecting a response.
Soon, the walls at his right hand side split open to form a short entrance into another room. He walked in through the entrance immediately. He tapped on the switch on the wall and the lights came on.
The brightness of the bulb lightening the room surprised him. The power source for the bulb was the same source for the security mechanism used to open the entrance and it worked differently from the electricity source of the whole house. Henry was impressed that the cells had remain strong even after having not being charged for over six months.
The room he entered into was a small one with an area of only six squared metres. Close to the walls were hung few guns of different sizes and boxes of, on another side, five labelled briefcases placed on each other were laid on a small opened cupboard. He moved first towards the briefcases. He touched the one in the middle and pulled it out from the rest. He checked the label to be sure of what he took out before he turned towards the gun, his eyes search round to make a decision of which one to choose.
This part of the house was his secret room, even Sarah never knew about it. He had kept the room for emergency cases when he needed to use a weapon and he couldn’t return to the FOX office to get, either because of not wanting to be traced there or not wanting to make the request from the FOX management. And though the weapons he had were not as sophisticated as the ones he could get from the FOX office, they were still good and useful for an emergency.
He dropped the briefcase on the ground and turned to the right hand side to pick a big backpack hung on the wall. He open the backpack and placed it on the ground, he began to select the guns he needed.
Mark woke up to find himself alone in the room. He was tied to a chair and his mouth was gagged. He struggled to move but the ropes were so tight he had to stop, he knew he would only injure himself if he continued to struggle.
He turned his eyes towards the window, trying to find out what time of the day it was but the thick curtains were drawn and he couldn’t tell if it was bright outside the house or not.
He did not know how he got to where he was at that moment but he was sure it had to be somewhere in Bexford.
Less than forty eight hours ago, he had opened his eyes after a very short period of unconsciousness to find himself tied in this same manner but without a gag. His vision was blurry for the first few seconds but then he could still see the image of a man sitting right in front of him. When his vision became clearer and he saw the man’s face well, he still did not know who he was. He then remembered what happened before he became unconscious, how he had stepped out to check his car and suddenly met an unknown figure hiding behind his car.
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“Who are you and what am I doing here?” he asked immediately after looking round to see if he could guess from the the things around.
“My name is Carl, but you would call me Henry.” the man sitting in front of him had replied.
He raised his brows. He had never met this man in his life, he thought.
“Who the hell wants to know your name or what you want to be called?” He asked, but only to himself, he did not voice it out. “What am I doing here?” Mark spoke aloud, trying to put on a bold composure even though he was very afraid.
Henry picked his crutch and got up from the chair. He turned to the back of the chair and stood behind it. He stared at the man’s face in his upright position for a while and then bent forward, placing his elbows on the backrest of the chair.
“You are here to lead me to the Red Wolves, or your platoon commander.”
Mark stared at him with confused eyes. He felt the man was drunk. He wasn’t a soldier, so he wondered why he would be asked to lead someone to a platoon commander.
“Look here man, you are mistaken here, you got the wrong guy. I work at the sea, I don’t work in the army.” He replied in a tough voice.
“Don’t joke with me Mark, you would lead me to your boss in the Red Wolves and you don’t have a choice.”
Mark squeezed his face bitterly. “I’ve got no idea of what you are talking about.”
Henry stared at him calmly. He stood upright for some seconds and then returned to his seat, with his gaze fixed on Mark’s face. He tried to read Mark’s expression and it proved positive that Mark was confused. But Henry did not want to be deceived by the expression, it was possible that Mark was just a good actor.
“In what capacity do you work for the Red Wolves?”
“Hey man! I don’t know whatever this Red Wolves you are talking about is.”
Henry pulled out a gun and kissed his chest with it. “You seem to think I’m joking, no one knows you’re here, I can get this bullet into your heart this minute.”
“I… I… Don’t know what you are talking about,” Mark replied in a shaky voice. He was now trembling and sweating.
Henry uncocked the gun to give him a benefit of doubt. He could have just been contacted to drop the body only.
“So, six months ago, you and two other men were seen at the Nura River, dropping a body in a body bag there.”
Mark’s eyes widened as Henry began to talk about the body at Nura.
Henry noticed his response. “Why did you kill that man?”
“We didn’t kill him, I swear. We only tried to help him but he died in our hands.” Mark replied in shaky tone.
“You tried to help him? How?”
“We were at the Bexford sea when we saw him dropping into the sea. He had been shot thrice but he was still alive. We took him in our ship and tried to help him but he died while with us, we didn’t want to get into trouble, so we had to drop it somewhere nobody would discover.” Mark answered.
“Do you know who killed this man?”
“No, we only saw him falling into the sea.” Mark replied, shaking his head.
“What else do you know about the body?”
Mark shook his head in reply, afraid to say anything about Odio’s involvement.
“Of course, you know something else, start talking now.” Henry said and threatened with the gun again.
“Someone came asking us about the body some few weeks ago…”
Mark had gone ahead to tell Henry of Odio’s visit and the picture he was given by Eddy. Henry had at the end introduced himself to Mark as the man whose body was left at the river. Mark did not believe at first because he was sure that the man died before the dropped the body in the Nura River. It was only after he had a closer look at Henry’s face and compared it with the picture he was given by Eddy that he believed.
Henry had kept him hostage since then and told him they were going to Bexford together, but Mark never knew how they got to Bexford because he was drugged and left asleep for several hours.
He was worried about his wife and kids. The last time he disappeared that way, the wife had reported him missing to the police before he suddenly showed up again. He had to do a lot of explaining to the police. He knew she would be so troubled again by his absence and could have done something more than reporting to the police this time. He didn’t have his phone to call her.
The door to the room opened twenty minutes after Mark woke, Henry walked in, carrying a pack of food.
“Hey man, you must be so hungry.” Henry said as he walked in. He dragged a footstool at the corner of the room and placed it in front of Mark.
He placed the food on it and opened the package before he removed the gag and untied Mark’s hands.
“Eat now,” Henry said and took some steps back.
“What are we doing in Bexford? My family would be so worried about me,” Mark asked instead.
“Eat!” Henry said in a command tone.
Mark shook his head stubbornly. He was hungry but not interested in the food than he was in knowing why he was there.
“I’ve taken care of your family, I helped you send a message to them and told them you’d be returning soon.”
Mark frowned. “How did…”
“Eat dude! Before you force me to do something to your wife and kids,” Henry threatened. He did not mean his threat. He was never going to hurt an innocent family after he knew the pain of losing his but he knew the threat was strong enough to be used against Mark.
“Please don’t touch my family, I do whatever you say I should do.” Mark begged.
“Then eat,” Henry replied.
Mark picked up the cutlery and began to eat. He was still not sure of what he was doing with this man who had risen from the dead. The thought of this alone made him scared of Henry.
Henry moved closer to the wall and leaned against it, he watched until Mark finished eating the food.
“I would let you go back to your family as soon as I confirm that you are not in anyway working with the Red wolves, but for now you’d have to lead me to that man called Odio tomorrow.”
Mark widened his eyes at Henry at the mention of Odio’s name. He was terribly scared of meeting with Odio again after the terrible experience he had few weeks ago.
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“I’ll let you sleep on the mattress tonight,” Henry said, pointing to a mattress behind Mark. “But don’t try anything stupid.”
He picked up the used pack of food and walked out of the room, locking it from behind.
After some few minutes he settled into his room for the night. He took out his phone as he sat on a plastic chair. He scrolled through his call register and dialed Sheila’s number. The call was answered after it rang twice.
“Hey Henry,” Sheila’s voice revealed her surprise.
“Hi Sheila,” Henry replied. He felt some inner peace on hearing her voice, it felt as if he had been relieved from some of the stress of the day.
“I called several times earlier,” Sheila replied.
“Yes, I wasn’t with my phone then.”
They talked for some few more minutes before the call was ended. Henry dropped his phone in the bed and heaved a deep sigh.
He closed his eyes and tightened his fist, memories of his wife and child running through his mind again.
To be continued
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Also check dis out, don't know if u permitted him/her though
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