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Pweedycutie:
Hmmm! What a tragic ending.... Nice job op

I am glad you enjoyed it Pweedycutie. Thank you.

(32) (Final episode)

Tunji pushed me out of his way and I fell on the couch. He dived Aremu and they both crashed on the floor. He heaved his hand with Aremu lying defenseless on the floor and rendered frantic blows on Aremu's face.

I yelled at Tunji but he didn't stop punching and smacking and hitting Aremu. Aremu's face was in no time unrecognizable. It was bruised and swollen and covered with blood.

I leaned against the wall, aghast and dismal as i watched Aremu breathed his last air. Tunji pulled from him, looking triumphant. He faced me, panting precariously. He looked equally unrecognizable. His face was also covered with blood and his eyes befogged with the lust for violence. He straddled towards me and i darted...

This whole scenario played in my head as I stood in between this two men about to turn my living room to a boxing ring.

"You should live Aremu," Tunji broke the silence. "Tell her the truth," Aremu retorted fiercely. "The truth?" Tunji asked quizzically. "Just go Aremu..." My tiny voice rose in their midst. "The truth is, you need to return to rehab..." Tunji spoke equally fierce. "You are the one who need rehab brother," Aremu spoke back.

And I saw Tunji bite his teeth hard, obviously trying to swallow his angst. "Just leave Aremu," my voice rose again but this time with a dose of my own rage. "OK..." Aremu snapped and spoke directly facing Tunji: "You know you don't deserve her..." Then Aremu walked out.

I heaved a sigh of relief and Tunji pulled closer to me. "Are you ok?" He asked.

The show went on. Few people showed up. Most of them are of high social standing. I wore a beautiful chiffon gown. Me and Tunji looked divine and very inseparable. A lot of friends showed up and I was having the time of my life when Aremu showed up in a state of insobriety.

I tried to stay far but the more I drifted from him, the more closer he got to me. Tunji was equally uneasy with his presence. He kept on checking on me, making sure Aremu never came close.

But he finally made his way through. I was dancing, he pushed through my friends and got to me. "Can i have a dance?" He asked. I nodded in affirmation. He took my hands and we started dancing. Next, he started with: "You are a good person Angie, he doesn't deserve you." I pulled from him and he grabbed me back and said with a sad glow in his eyes: "He killed Gabriel." I was taken aback by this. I wanted to say it was an accident but he interrupted: "He killed Eva D too..."

I was too stupefied to respond. What is he saying? Before those words could evade my mouth, I saw him flying and crashing on the chairs and table What! Am I dreaming? The atmosphere became rowdy. People were screaming and wailing. My imagination came true, it was Tunji. He sent Aremu crashing down the stairs and that was the last time I saw Aremu. I called off the engagement, Tunji got jail time for manslaughter and I stopped been in the dark.

THE END

Please Penshalom. With due respect, I don't like the way you rushed this story oh. I just wanted to speak my mind...

Nice ending sha...

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(31)
"Yes... I will marry you," I cried out. His face beamed with excitement. He hurriedly grabbed my hands and put an invisible ring on my finger. "You've made me the most happiest man on earth Angie..." He said amid tears in his beautiful eyes. Wait! Tunji is crying? I've never seen this side of me, I've only imagined...

He lowered his head to my stomach and pressed his right ear on it. He listened to the rumbling in my stomach. "Is that the baby?" He asked like an excited infant. "Yes..." I replied with tears now in my eyes.

"Am I going to be a good father?" He asked again in a childish tone. I nodded in affirmation.

"Oh Angie I love you..."
"I love you too..."
"Go on rest now. You don't have to work again."
"I am fine..."
"Let me take care of you..."

I might have doubted Tunji's love for me but I didn't doubt again. I believed he will be a good husband and a good father. Did I make the wrong decision? Only time was about to tell me.

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Wedding preparations went on smoothly. Everyone was involved except Aremu and I wondered why? Tunji was so distracted to even get himself to tell me why. Tunji's parents treated me like a queen, well I knew why, I was about to have their first grandchild.

My wedding dress was out of this world. Long and beautiful, white as snow, elegant and angelic. Hah! I was about to have a fairytale wedding. I felt like Cinderella. I felt like a princess.

It was the engagement night, I was in front of my wall mirror, admiring my new and improved self. God rest the souls of my parents. I wish they were here to see me about to get married. Aunty Sally, my only close relative supported my moves, also because of the baby.

I heard a knock on the entrance door and i hurried to the living room and opened. Lo and behold, standing in my front was Tunji's estranged brother, Aremu. Looking like a junkie that just escaped from rehab. His bearded scrawny face appeared to me like an apparition from the pit of hell. His blood shot eyes frightened me that I stood there facing him blank and awestruck.

"Hi Angie..." He whizzed. "Come in Aremu..." I ushered him in. I closed the door and turned to him. He stood at the middle of my living room, looking like a malnourished teenager. Even the cheap suit he wore, didn't make his appearance appealing to the eyes. " Should I get you something to drink?" I asked quizzically. "No..." He shake his head. "There is something you need to know." "What?" I asked, looking bewildered.

"Don't marry Tunji."
"Why?"
"He is evil..."
"Come on Aremu, is Tunji we are talking about here."
"I know. He has done terrible things to people."

I looked at him disgustingly with no actual words to say, then I said: "Are you still on meds?" "I am not crazy. Tunji is the crazy one..." He shouted.

The sound of his voice shuddered me and I drifted backwards. "Believe me Angie. Tunji is no good for you..." He talked now in a low coordinate tone.

"Leave..." I muttered silently while I took another step backward towards the door. The door pushed me forward and i turned and see Tunji at the doorpost. His eyes was red with anger. I looked at Aremu, his eyes are propped out. His chest was rising and falling fast. He looked petrified and defenceless.

I looked back at Tunji, looking like an evil stature. He is breathing fast too.

"Don't..." I yelled at Tunji.

No Mark is a beast. Can't wait for the final episode. Nice one Penshalom

piroux:
LMAO.... nice continuation.

OK. I am glad you like it. I'm waiting for your update piroux. Let's keep this story alive...

I see some of my friends on 'Guest' mode. Thanks for following... Keep it locked.

Toyin223:
Nice One

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Divepen1:
I've pasted your works here
http://writertain.com/2017/08/29/writing-prompt-3-first-lines/#comment-10

Piroux ksslib chriis yhungbrowne

Nawa o Divepen1 I also participated but you did not paste mine. Feeling *sad*

(30)
"Who is coming..." I asked confusingly. He gawked at me strangely. His red eyes taking its proper shape. He coughed out dried air and sniffed the night breeze before replying me: "It was a dream..." He said with no apparent emotion on his face.

I heaved a sigh of relief and slapped his cheek gently. "Ouch..." He shrieked. "That is for scaring the life out of me," I said and laid back on the bed. He climbed me and attempted to plant his lips on mine. I resisted for a while but he defeated me. He forced his tongue into my mouth and our lips were at close knit. His hands ran down to my V and I grabbed his hand.

"I am not in the mood..." I screeched. "I know you want it..." He spoke lasciviously. "No..." I shake my head. "I am tired." "Should I lick it?" He asked. I shake my head again. Before I could say anything, his head was already buried in between my thighs. I clutched my breast as I teetered hailing to the sensual feeling. It maddened as I felt his watery lips on my clitoris. "Hah hah hah hah..." I had began to moan when his tongue invaded the V-spot and I could not take it again. "I'm pregnant..." I shouted amid the moaning.

He stopped instantaneously and looked at me awestruck. "You said what?" His hoarse voice ricocheted. "I'm pregnant..." I repeated with a surreal fret in my throat. He looked at me suspiciously for a minute and then his face turned white. I had began to breathe fast and sweat nervously. The silence was killing me. I least expected this reaction from him and him keeping mute placed me between hell and highwater.

"Say something..." I said with tears in my eyes. "I don't know what to say," He sounded overwhelmed with emotions. "You mean I will be a father?"

I nod my head and his face is brightened with excitement. He leaped for joy and haul me to a hug. He kissed my forehead swiftly and then moved to wet my lips with his sweet kisses.

He then relieve himself from me and went on one knee. "Will you marry me Angie?"

I was awestruck...

Ksslib:
Before the rescue team could get to them, all lives of the students, teachers and boat instructors had been cut short.

The rescue team got to the scene very late when everyhwere was already dark and were welcomed by floating bodies of little children circling quietly on the water surface like weightless toys. Most of them lay face-down, arms spread wide out open like they were trying to swim before the water defeated them. Some died, their back on the water, arms stretched out in a tight grip, like they were trying to grab a ladder that descended from the sky.

Two kids, a boy and girl, still held their tiny hands together even as their lifeless body danced to the rhythm of the ocean winds trying to separate them.

Another girl floated alongside her stick sweet. Any direction the wind swayed her, so did her candy.

The rescue team, often professionally trained for situations like these, seemed too struck by the scene in front of them that none of the six man crew attempted to do anything. They all just watched in silence. No one said a word or moved.

Pencils, books and soaked torn pieces of papers that contained amateur cartoon drawings, crayon paintings and funny sentences scribbled in funny handwritings littered everywhere.

The wind slowly blew one of these papers past their boat.

"I love my mummy and Daddy" it read. The handwriting looked funny as that of every child not concerned about the way their writing looked, but excited that they can now write love letters to mummy and daddy.

The rescue team, as if scared of touching the bodies, started picking the pencils, books and torn pieces of papers one by one, carefully avoiding the bodies. All this, they did quietly, no one speaking to the other.

"Her, it could have been my daughter" one of the rescue team member broke the silence, pointing to the candy girl.

"Or him, him, her, her" she began pointing at all the children.

No one replied. They just continued picking the papers, books and pencils in silence.

"Or even her". Another crew member broke the silence, pointing to a little girl drifting far far away from the rest.

They drove the boat towards her. She died face-down on water like most of her classmates. She looked smaller than all of them, probably the youngest. One of the crew members scanned her from head to toe with a look of pity and regret, touched her hair, and hesistated a little before he bent over and flipped her lifeless body upside-down to reveal her face.

Staring into blank space with dead white eyes, was the scariest and most shocking thing any of them had ever seen.

A dead, smiling face. Teeth in full display.

You could tell all of them were confused as they looked at each other with a questioning look.

"What's that?" asked one of them, gesturing to an object floating towards them.

All of them were beginning to feel uneasy, almost everyone - for the first time - began to take notice of their environment, looking front, left, right and back.

"It's her bag", one of them killed the tension as he picked it up, a picture of a yellow pokemon drawn on the back, water bottle strapped to the side.

Inside, was a squeezed piece of paper, pencil and sharpener. He unfolded the paper but couldn't make anything of the crayon writing. He flattened the paper on his lap to get a better look. He could see it clearly now: a little kid's handwriting.

"We are all going to die. It will kill us all" , he paused and looked at the crew members who looked back at him like he just cracked a bad Jesus joke.

"and kill you too", he continued, reading it this time around one word at a time.....slowly. "It is watching" .

There was a long pause. All of them looked at eachother, then back to the girl together, almost as if it was rehearsed. The guy holding the piece of paper felt his right hand instantly become weak. The paper began to tremble in his hands like he was carrying a bag of cement one-handed.

Alongside the writing, was an amateur cartoonish, crayon sketch - something a kid would draw: bodies of little children floating on water, a rescue boat with six crew members on board, one of them holding a squeezed paper.

THIS IS TAUNTING OH BUT LET ME TRY...

He handed the mysterious drawing to Storm - head of the rescue team. Storm gawked at the drawing and sighed.

"What?" Tobi asked quizzically. "It's only a drawing..." Storm replied. "Only a drawing?" Tobi spoke with his eyes propped out.

"It's just a kid experimenting with her imaginations."
"We are six Storm and there are dead children here..."
"So you think this is some kind of premonition?"
"Oh you think it's a coincidence?"

"Yes it could be a coincidence," Ara, the only female in the team spoke. "See... Ara is even a better man compared to you..." Storm said sardonically and the others laughed. "We've work to do woman..." Storm continued and the laughter of the others increased.

It surprised Tobi how the others can even crack jokes and laugh been at the middle of the ocean with debased corpses circling them and a mysterious drawing hinting them on a catastrophe about to ensue.

The others sank into the ocean, having been girded with their diving kits while Tobi remained inside the boat with his eyes in his mouth and eyes twirling around.

It couldn't have been a mirage, he saw something circle the boat with the speed of light. Tobi sauntered almost falling down and shouted: "It's a shark..."

The others gave him a stare of disbelief and turned, all whispering their opinions about him to themselves.

Ara grappled with one of the corpse that was as slippery as a fish. She rolled it to see its face. "Jesus..." She shouted. The others turned to her at impulse. "It doesn't have a face..."

"What?" Storm asked in disbelief. "Its face have been eaten..." She spoke with her heart in her mouth. Storm pushed closer and see for himself. Staring horridly at him is a faceless girl or boy.

"Where is Tobi?" Kunte shouted from behind. All looked at the boat and Tobi wasn't there...

piroux:
She sank into the chair and gaped at him……..

She didn’t believe he could do this to her after 6 years of convincing her that she had nothing to worry about, that he would wait no matter how long it took, that they could always adopt, then this.

“Stop looking at my son like that!” His mother shouted. “Isn’t it your fault he had to go outside? Is it his fault you aren’t woman enough to do what even goats do? Ordinary miscarriage you cannot have…. Shioor….Okunrin ninu obinrin!!” She finished derisively.

All through Busayo just stood by the door wringing his hands together like an innocent child, pleading with his eyes, the presence of his 3 years old twins proof of his fake promises year after year and his lies from the pit of hell.

Her father-in- law sat quietly beside his older daughter and his wife who he let take the reins as usual. On her beautiful three seater sat her other sister -in-law with the iyawo and twins- who looked remarkably like her husband- she was supposed to accept with arms wide open.

She couldn’t fight, she was weak, broken, disillusioned. He was the one person who had given her strength through this journey of searching for a child and now to leave her like this, naked, alone, betrayed and horribly let down.

Then she buried her tears and broken heart like a woman and smiled at all of them like the good wife they expected her to be,

“Thank you my in laws, you have done what elders should do. Welcome to the family Bolajoko…” and facing the children “welcome Taiwo and Kehinde, may God bless all of us and bring more children into this home oh”

“Amen!” Her father and sisters- in- law chorused enthusiastically, Bolajoko smiled in relief and her mother in law nodded in approval, seemingly pacified. Only her husband looked shocked and it was to him she gave the look…

Enjoy this moment of peace, her eyes said, for they will not last……

"I'm not moving to the guest room for her..." I heaved my voice against his whisper. "Please dear you have to understand..." Busayo's whisper thickened. "Understand what?" I retorted angrily. "You are a disgrace to husbands. Ehm Busayo! Have you forgotten so soon?"

"Where then do you want them to stay?" The tone of his voice depicts, he was getting infuriated and that was what I wanted.

"They can sleep outside for all I care... See Busayo you married me legally. I am not going to allow one prostitute take over my matrimonial home... A home I built and I've maintained for years. Tufiakwa..." I spoke dramatically. "See Lara I've been patient with you. Don't make me lose that patience..." He spoke calmly like a typical pacifist Busayo. For a moment I was drawn to concede but snaps out of it and spoke erratically opposite: "They said that a man that stops wearing trousers and starts wearing skirts, should beware of the consequences that comes with it... I am not the gullible woman you married years ago. This fight eehn there are no winners only people fighting..."

He angrily walked out of the room and aggressively slammed the door behind him...

Toyin223:
Weldone

Wow thanks for following Toyin223 Despite this story is a year old, it's still have followers. Gracias. Next update coming tonight. Watch out.

Please I am addicted to this story. Don't end like GOT Season 7. I mean dont end it anytime soon. Oh Rose...

(29)
The night sky wore an unusual fiery orange. I laid na-ked on the bed with Tunji's arms wrapped around me. We made love that evening like madness... I bet time seizes every time I feel him deep inside me. The pleasure maddens me that I feel like a molested dolly.

I swear Tunji will be the death of me. How can I explain it? How can I explain that this beautiful man with a noble personality rides me like an erratic horse. He is so nasty at se-x but subtle at love.

I saw that fiery glint in his eyes. That passion for lus-t. Does he love me or is it all about the se-x? When we make love I feel high, like I am been drugged. But his lips damn! When we kiss I just want it to last forever. When his thick lips meets mine, I just want to swallow every of him.

Then when he is asleep, he looks so gentle and homely that I want to cuddle him like a child and stroke his hair till the sunrise.

But this night was different, he was snoring heavily and his breath smelt of stale alcohol. When did Tunji start drinking alcohol? It puzzled me that I didn't taste that in his saliva --- his salty saliva that I never for once thought twice of not swallowing.

Yes, this night was different. Tunji is a talker when we have sex. Those dirty and lustful words never parts his mouth.
First, I thought he was only imitating the males in po-rn but he never stops... But this night he said nothing, he didn't even look at me. He did not whisper sweet nonsense into my ears or tell me that he is addicted to me. Even when I tried to lighten the atmosphere with his own jokes, he spurned me and moaned aggressively.

I presumed he is also affected by Eva D's death. I mean why won't he? He is human and she was his ex-girlfriend. Despite she antagonize our relationship, I think Tunji has a good heart enough to be bereaved and not relish in her demise.

He pushed his head closer to my brea-st and I swear I felt my ni-pple erect. I stare at the night sky. The clouds like a sunset. I saw my face in the vacant sky and my hands trying to reach it, wanting to climb it and wanting to explode into the galaxies.

This is an ambivalent feeling. One moment I can't leave without Tunji, the next moment I want to run away from him. Why does this man make me feel like I will die loving him?

I was staring into his somnolent face when he jostled and woke alarmingly. His eyes red with a fear I have never seen before.

"Tunji are you OK?" I asked alarmingly.

His dreamy eyes rolled and his lips sauntered: "They are coming for me..."