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 Literature › Re: Who Am I? by oludare007(op): 7:59am On Jan 17, 2017 |
Flakkydagirl, Tummyyoung, Nancywealth, kingDELE, repogirl, PrettySpicey, Blessinzy, Nancydearie, ellahzy, Smallville10, saraphina,repogirl, Nancydearie, ritababe, obianuju95, nekanzee, osman1996, nancywealth, aprilwise, missmossy, mubzay, morsadh, nabla, shakyroh320, jblake, supersuave, poik, maoolakanm, oluplus, goodyj, uncjay, idyraph, mojysiola, itsawrappp, mhiz, kinmayor, phintohlar, odunsco01, aipete2, divepen1, mynd44, teeghurl, obiwann, mrsheddy, omotayo9177, dave16, jerrythafinisher, priestcharm, jolay554, niwdog, tolababa, morsadh, tori46, Fortunate32, ka52y, hermanie, analysiscorner, veraisbae, cassbeat, eddy55, Nostradamus, flippycbk, aishat39, SPDAZZY, phintohlar, missmossy, chizzyMaris, morsad, mhiz, damirexnuga, ChizzyMaris, immatex, alexblazzzer18, fresho4real, mfujah, kestare, osman1996, hadampson, mohamad158, idydarling, Queenbeee, bibijay123, Titidi, yorhmienerd, totalhouse, Izyyblaze, honeyway, olanshile2016, Gabrendo, SunFlow, moscobab, TheAziz, dgholmes sfolaranmi SweetieConstie, spixytinxy mzdorkisz zingzang, Ka52y Erfizzy DRISKLef, spikedawson, opalk Fijumokesayo solaceseeker airmirthd1 Daughterzion, richyluvu Buzzboy, johnspurgeon014, Samuel89, humeehjay, DaVinci24, dlawsamesq, Babetolux, Penprimusblog, teechudleyy, Smallville10, Godmother, wazupguy, misquote, solomonbrown64, myfantasies,Thanks for making this thread all beautiful. My head dey swell...next update na tomorrow... 
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| Literature › Re: Who Am I? by oludare007(op): 10:04pm On Jan 15, 2017 |
Thanks for coming. Dnt worry, update wld be fast now. Just few chapters to go. Maybe 2 or 3 to go. Thanks |
| Literature › Re: Who Am I? by oludare007(op): 10:47am On Jan 15, 2017 |
Flakkydagirl, Tummyyoung, Nancywealth, kingDELE, repogirl, PrettySpicey, Blessinzy, Nancydearie, ellahzy, Smallville10, saraphina,repogirl, Nancydearie, ritababe, obianuju95, nekanzee, osman1996, nancywealth, aprilwise, missmossy, mubzay, morsadh, nabla, shakyroh320, jblake, supersuave, poik, maoolakanm, oluplus, goodyj, uncjay, idyraph, mojysiola, itsawrappp, mhiz, kinmayor, phintohlar, odunsco01, aipete2, divepen1, mynd44, teeghurl, obiwann, mrsheddy, omotayo9177, dave16, jerrythafinisher, priestcharm, jolay554, niwdog, tolababa, morsadh, tori46, Fortunate32, ka52y, hermanie, analysiscorner, veraisbae, cassbeat, eddy55, Nostradamus, flippycbk, aishat39, SPDAZZY, phintohlar, missmossy, chizzyMaris, morsad, mhiz, damirexnuga, ChizzyMaris, immatex, alexblazzzer18, fresho4real, mfujah, kestare, osman1996, hadampson, mohamad158, idydarling, Queenbeee, bibijay123, Titidi, yorhmienerd, totalhouse, Izyyblaze, honeyway, olanshile2016, Gabrendo, SunFlow, moscobab, TheAziz, dgholmes sfolaranmi SweetieConstie, spixytinxy mzdorkisz zingzang, Ka52y Erfizzy DRISKLef, spikedawson, opalk Fijumokesayo solaceseeker airmirthd1 Daughterzion, richyluvu Buzzboy, johnspurgeon014, Samuel89, humeehjay, DaVinci24, dlawsamesq, Babetolux, Penprimusblog, teechudleyy, Smallville10, Godmother, wazupguy, misquote, solomonbrown64, myfantasies,CHAPTER 19 Chapter 19 I got dragged on the cold ceramic tiles- still feigned unconsciousness. Escobar and Pete (the name of the leader), talked on. I hit my head against something, a furniture, maybe. The pain rang through my spines and twitched. Pete dropped me immediately. ‘I think she’s awake!’ He said. Sounded scared. ‘She is?’ Harry asked. ‘Yeah. I think she moved. Just now.’ ‘You think?’ ‘Hey, guy, listen. You can’t just treat me like I am a fool. I know what I saw.’ ‘So, you did see her move?’ Harry asked. I knew that voice. When Harry wants to mock you, he does that. ‘I didn’t see her move. Okay? I was dragging her like this,’ at this time, I opened my eyes slightly, just in time to see him demonstrate, ‘and suddenly, he leg moved in my hand.’ He bared his palm. ‘Listen, dude…' ‘Pete. My name is Pete. Stop calling me dude.’ I hired your boss, Jacob, who hired you. So, to you, dude, I am the boss of your boss. So, shut your fucck up and drag that bittch along.’ There was silence. Pete obeyed and came back for my feet. I was dragged along. My brain was searching frantically for answers. Harry was dead- how could he be alive? Dave killed him, dissolved him and he was never found. But as much as I tried to arrange how the pictures could tell a story, there was always a missing reel. After some seconds, I opened my eyes a little bit and saw the two guys, obliviously strolling away, with me, trailing behind. My eyes quickly scanned the area, and right in front of me, lay a dead guy with a gun beside him. I was dragged along the way of the dead body, my prayers were answered. What I need to do is grab the gun and shoot down the idiot. First, it must be Pete, then Harry, in his leg- I needed answers from him. I got my hand ready as I was near to the dead body. Pete passed the dead body and trailed me along- my eyes on the gun. As soon as I was about to reach the gun… ‘Stop!’ Harry said. I quickly closed my eyes. ‘What?’ Pete said and dropped my feet. With a squinted eye, I saw Harry come towards the dead body and retrieved the gun. ‘You saw what she did back there, didn’t you? Did you, for once, think that she might be pretending?’ ‘I knocked her real good. She should be dead.’ Pete said and moved towards me. He kicked me hard by the ribs. I absorbed the pain. ‘Regardless, it’s better to be safe than sorry.’ Harry said and held on to the gun. I was shattered. My plans went numb. Pete grabbed me by the feet and dragged me along. They both talked on. ‘Why do you want to keep her? We should just kill her.’ ‘I want her alive.’ Harry said. ‘I need her to see my face. I need to see how surprised she would be.’ ‘I don’t know where the sudden change of heart came from. When you asked us to retrieve the money, you asked us to kill her.’ ‘But you didn’t.’ ‘I wanted to. Jacob warned me not to.’ Pete replied. ‘Yeah, I understand. She has that effect on everybody.’ Harry smirked. ‘Even you?’ ‘Yeah, even me. Until I realised she was fuckin’ one of my friends, Dave.’ ‘But, Jacob said it was Dave that saved you, when this bittch wanted you dead.’ ‘Dave went for the money. He wanted to kill me for her, back then, but ended up outbidding himself.’ ‘You offered him cash?’ ‘Not directly. You know, if I die, this bittch is entitled to some cash. So, when I learnt she wanted me dead, I asked to feign dead. But I asked Jose, my lawyer, and Dave, to talk her out of the money. My bank manager collected some, Jose was to collect the other while I left her with peanuts. But Dave got greedy, he killed Jose and made off with the bitch and my remaining money. Jose didn’t get to help me retrieve my money.’ ‘Wow! Some plan.’ ‘Yeah. So, when Dave helped faked my death, I moved to Mexico. The bank manager sent back my money, but Jose couldn’t- Dave had him killed and escaped with Kate. I didn’t even know that Dave killed Jose, because Dave told me that Kate escaped with the whole cash. I paid him to help me track her down, but Dave was fuckin her in a fuckin small cottage. So, I hired another investigator to investigate Dave. That was when I realised that Dave harboured Kate.’ ‘What a puccie!’ Pete said. ‘Yeah, a stupid one too, right?’ ‘Yeah.’ ‘By the time I would move on Dave, I realised the whole cottage was burnt down. It wasn’t easy…’ ‘So, you hired my boss, Jacob.’ ‘Yeah. I did.’ Harry said. ‘And he delivered. Jacob never failed.’ ‘Unless he lied that you killed the bittch. Seat her the fucck down in the chair and tie her down.’ Harry said. ‘You know, this bitch can kill anyone with her beauty.’ ‘True that.’ Harry said. ‘So, my boss just got pussy*whipped. Anybody would, with this dame. I feel like I should have my way too.’ Pete said. Harry was silent. ‘Hey boss, I said…’ ‘I heard what you fuckin said, you retard. The answer is ‘NO’. Don’t fuckin rape her, okay?’ ‘That’s bad. I was looking forward to it.’ ‘You better look backwards about it. Please, put her on that fuckin chair and…’ ‘Tie her! I get you, the first time.’ Pete interjected and grumbled. I opened my eyes a bit and saw him bending over me to collect me. I got ready. He held my hand and dragged me to his shoulder, such that my head was at his back, and my hands dangled towards his waist. As he took me to the chair, I stretched my fingers to read the gun by his back, but they were short. With his hands tightly wrapped around my waist, I couldn’t have dragged myself to reach the gun, otherwise, he would drop me before I even moved. As he approached the chair, my head searched frantically for a way out- there was none. Except if I would risk going for the gun. But my guts knew it would fail, by 89% possibility. He got to the chair and turned to face Harry, who was seated, ready for me at the opposite chair. ‘After you’re done with her, can I fucck her?’ He asked. ‘If you can fucck the dead, yeah, you can.’ Harry answered coldly. ‘There’s always a first time. With this one, I wouldn’t mind.’ He said. As he was about to put me on the chair, my plan was to try do something- anything to distract him. Maybe, I could escape. Pete was huge, I wouldn’t have stood a combat with him. As luck would have it, I slipped a bit off his shoulder. He quickly readjusted- just enough for me. I went straight for the gun. Immediately I removed the gun, he realised the danger. He jerked and tried to drop me. Like a mad bittch, I rolled off from his shoulder to his side, cocked the gun and fired straight beneath his chin. All these before I even touched the floor. He fell sideways. As soon as I touched the floor, I rolled to face Harry and fired sporadically through his direction. I didn’t aim at anything or anyone, but if it killed him, it would be best for me. But it didn’t. By the time I was clear to see what’s up, Harry had dropped his gun and cowered into his chair. Both his feet up, his hands clamped his head. I stood up slowly. ‘Hello, Harry. You miss me?’ I said as I rose, slowly, still pointing the gun at him. There was grip on my feet- it was the dying Pete. I didn’t think twice, I fired twice to his head. His grip loosened. Harry tried to use the time to go for his gun, I fired two shots into the air. He went back to his cowering position. ‘Don’t even think about it.’ I said and moved over to him. ‘Now, you’re gonna take me to Jacob.’ I raised his big hat with the muzzle of my gun. ‘Or, it is Fredrick, now?’ END OF 19 |
| Literature › Re: Who Am I? by oludare007(op): 8:29pm On Jan 14, 2017 |
Azeequeen:Stay tuned ma'am |
| Literature › Re: Who Am I? by oludare007(op): 7:59pm On Jan 14, 2017 |
Hadampson:thank you, Sir
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| Literature › Re: Who Am I? by oludare007(op): 7:57pm On Jan 14, 2017 |
debdave: 
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| Literature › Re: Who Am I? by oludare007(op): 7:55pm On Jan 14, 2017 |
Hadampson:thanks my good friend. Na u and other commenters dey force me to write an update. Update dey come tomorrow.. stay tuned. |
| Literature › Re: Who Am I? by oludare007(op): 7:54pm On Jan 14, 2017 |
Angelinastto:I am sorry ma'am... I hope you find a way to forgive. Next update is tomorrow.  By the way, when u said 'boo' and I checked ur profile pics, ds is me....
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| Literature › Re: Who Am I? by oludare007(op): 7:54pm On Jan 14, 2017 |
iamharkinwaley:well, you are right abt the comment ish.. But the real wahala is that, unlike my other stories, this one was just half way before I started posting...so, due to my tight schedule, I just dey find way to right. Editing is bad... Next update is tomorrow...thank you |
| Literature › Re: Who Am I? by oludare007(op): 10:06pm On Jan 13, 2017 |
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| Literature › Re: Who Am I? by oludare007(op): 10:05pm On Jan 13, 2017 |
| Literature › Re: Who Am I? by oludare007(op): 8:47pm On Jan 12, 2017 |
debdave:just few chapters to go. Let's pray for Rosa...sorry, Kate, or, is it Cindy or Lucy? Who is she, really? |
| Literature › Re: Who Am I? by oludare007(op): 9:52am On Jan 12, 2017 |
| Literature › Re: Who Am I? by oludare007(op): 9:50am On Jan 12, 2017 |
SPDAZZY: I like twisting stories for you. |
| Literature › Re: Who Am I? by oludare007(op): 9:48am On Jan 12, 2017 |
Nostradamus:I appreciate that thank you |
| Literature › Re: Who Am I? by oludare007(op): 6:32pm On Jan 10, 2017 |
Hadampson:Harry is Escobar |
| Literature › Re: Who Am I? by oludare007(op): 5:56pm On Jan 10, 2017 |
Flakkydagirl, Tummyyoung, Nancywealth, kingDELE, repogirl, PrettySpicey, Blessinzy, Nancydearie, ellahzy, Smallville10, saraphina,repogirl, Nancydearie, ritababe, obianuju95, nekanzee, osman1996, nancywealth, aprilwise, missmossy, mubzay, morsadh, nabla, shakyroh320, jblake, supersuave, poik, maoolakanm, oluplus, goodyj, uncjay, idyraph, mojysiola, itsawrappp, mhiz, kinmayor, phintohlar, odunsco01, aipete2, divepen1, mynd44, teeghurl, obiwann, mrsheddy, omotayo9177, dave16, jerrythafinisher, priestcharm, jolay554, niwdog, tolababa, morsadh, tori46, Fortunate32, ka52y, hermanie, analysiscorner, veraisbae, cassbeat, eddy55, Nostradamus, flippycbk, aishat39, SPDAZZY, phintohlar, missmossy, chizzyMaris, morsad, mhiz, damirexnuga, ChizzyMaris, immatex, alexblazzzer18, fresho4real, mfujah, kestare, osman1996, hadampson, mohamad158, idydarling, Queenbeee, bibijay123, Titidi, yorhmienerd, totalhouse, Izyyblaze, honeyway, olanshile2016, Gabrendo, SunFlow, moscobab, TheAziz, dgholmes sfolaranmi SweetieConstie, spixytinxy mzdorkisz zingzang, Ka52y Erfizzy DRISKLef, spikedawson, opalk Fijumokesayo solaceseeker airmirthd1 Daughterzion, richyluvu Buzzboy, johnspurgeon014, Samuel89, humeehjay, DaVinci24, dlawsamesq, Babetolux, Penprimusblog, teechudleyy, Smallville10, Godmother, wazupguy, misquote, solomonbrown64, myfantasies,[b]chapter 18 [/b]CHAPTER 18 The first thing that caught my eye was my car- parked, slightly dented. The boot was slightly opened. I glanced around to be sure that I was alone, where I ducked. When I was satisfied, I tiptoed my way around the large acre of land, being an old occupant, it was easy to avoid being spotted. Surprisingly, the whole place wasn’t as unkempt as I expected it to be. I wondered but not worried. What I needed is my money, and I won’t leave until I have it. Rest in peace, Fredrick, I told myself as I slipped through the back door. I tiptoed and segued within the rooms until I began to hear voices. My mind raced faster and I began to shake. Regardless, I moved on. No one guided the hallways. I avoided the voices and went straight to the living room. The voices trailed away until I emerged at the living room. It was empty, dusty and as expected, old. If Harry was alive, he would have changed the furniture. I haven’t arrived at my destination, my destination was the bar; situated at the right corner of the living room, a place where Harry kept a small safe that housed a Smith and Welson model 686 Magnum. The bullets, a .38 special calibre rounds, live in the same safe, in its cartons. I slipped behind the bar and went straight for the safe. Within seconds, the safe clicked and I opened it. The gun lay there, with the carton of bullets. I loaded up the magnum stuffed in some bullets into my pocket. I cocked it ready. I made for the ballroom, the place where the voices were coming from. The door was ajar- just enough crack to see what was happening inside. Here they are- three guys and the fuccking leader that that killed Fredrick! I was mad with rage, I ran inside and started to fire the rounds from my magnum. It was easy taking down the leader- a shot to this head and he fell backwards. Before the other three could realise what hit them, I shot down two. But the third one was faster- he shot me straight at the chest. I fell and started to gasps for breathe. My voice- coarsened- I was dying. I tried to go for my gun, which was a few feet from me, but the guy stepped hard on my hand and faced me with the muzzle of his gun- he pulled his trigger. I came back to my senses. I was still standing by the door to the ballroom. I erased the thought rushing inside and taking down the leader. I would sure be killed, just like I just imagined it. They were drinking and laughing. My money was spread on the table- obviously shared, judging by the clusters of piled wads of cash. I bit my lower lips in anguish. I knew I wouldn’t make it if I tried to run them down. So, I decided to settle for the cash in the cistern in the toilet. My mind was detached from worrying about why they were in Harry’s mansion- I knew Fredrick would have divulged that before he was killed. Maybe, when I get of Mexico, I may think of revenge, on Escobar. I got to the toilet and I needn’t be told that they already got there. The cistern was already displaced. Nevertheless, I moved towards the cistern and found it empty. I began to sweat- I have gone this far, I would rather die for my money. I went back downstairs, straight to the ballroom. My intention was clear- if I would die, so be it. This is money, I would get it. I told myself as I descent the stairs. As I approached the ballroom, the voices got louder, as expected. But they were talking about Escobar. When I got the door, I realised that the arrangement was changed. There was a guy, I couldn’t his face, because he sat with his back to the doorway. He was definitely Escobar-he wore a large Mexican hat with a very large cigar. He was puffing out thick smokes. They guys jollied and praised him. He got the largest share, I could see his own share by his side, on the floor. A dead body, surely Fredrick’s, lay lifeless on the floor. The leader faced the door, I could see him clearly. The other guys, with Escobar, faced me with their back. I couldn’t take this anymore- I need to act fast, and I need a distraction. I raced through my mind for ideas- it was empty. It shouldn’t be. I ran back upstairs, to my old room. I opened the wardrobe- it was as I left everything. I took out my wedding gown and tore out a large, long piece. I went back through the way I came and found myself by the cars, parked by the lot. I opened one of the car’s door and pulled the switch to the fuel door. I was clearly out of sight. The fuel door popped opened and I put the shredded cloth inside. I ensured it went deeper until the fuel permeates and soaked up the cloth- I left a little as a wick. Even a fool knew what I wanted to do. I added more to the cloth to buy me a time of escape, when I lit up the cloth. As I put the fire to work, I ran back inside, through the way I came- the back door. By the time I got to the back door, the car exploded. I knew they would be destabilized. I made for the ballroom. As I got there, it was empty- Escobar, with one of the guys, was by the window side- watching the fireworks. I knew the other three guy would be outside. I charged in like a bull and tugged at the trigger- it was a dead aim. The first shot shattered the window glass as I missed Escobar’s head by millimetres. The shattered glass was an alarm for the two, who ducked immediately. I didn’t stop firing. I fired on as they ducked. ‘Who the fucck is that?’ I recognized the leader’s voice. I ducked by the first concrete column and reloaded. I didn’t answer. I was coked-ready- my eyes on the door. Without warning, the door flung opened and two guys came running in. I fired three shot at the door way, without aim and it caught on of the entrants by the chest and he fell. The second one took cover- he shot sporadically in the air. I squatted and changed position. By this time, bullets were flying at the concrete column from Escobar’s end. But already left the place. The second entrant ducked by the doorway. He was an idiot- his head was too visible and large enough for a target practice. I aimed properly and took a shot. The door frame stained with blood almost immediately. I ran towards the door way- shooting backwards as a cover without looking back as I made for the door. As I was almost nearer to the door, the third guy came in, aimed ready. I went down immediately on my knees, with the initial speed, I glided on the well ceramic tiled floor, on my knees, towards the door. The guy missed. Before he could say jack, I already go to him- on my knees, my gun to his zipper. I fired. He went down and I caught him before he got to the floor. I slid to his back and used his dead body as a shield. I was fast enough- Escobar and the other guy was already shooting at me. I exited the ballroom, dropped bleeding dead guy and ran for cover- ready for them. I reloaded. I knew the house, more than any of them. I was sure I would win. I stayed there, ready, but nothing happened- not even a shot was fired. After fifteen minutes of waiting, I decided to leave my hiding place and traced them back inside. I tiptoed back to the ballroom, and I found it empty. The wads of cash was lying there. They must have fled. I told myself. I walked over the dead bodies and inside the ballroom. My heart missed a beat as I remembered the dead body that lay in the ballroom- Fredrick’s. I dropped my gun and ran towards it. It was lying face down. I cried over it. I wouldn’t mind giving him my last kiss. I turned it over to face me. Then it wasn’t Fredrick! A blow hit me at the back of my neck, almost immediately and I fell flat on the dead body. ‘Looking for me, Cindy?’ I heard the assailant ask. I was still in pain- eyes closed. ‘Cindy?’ Escobar asked. ‘Her name is Kate.’ He said. ‘Whatever Boss. Jacob said she is Cindy.’ ‘Wake her up.’ Escobar said. I lay there like I truly fainted, eyes closed. But now, I could recognize who Escobar was- the voice, definitely, was Harry’s! End of 18 |
| Literature › Re: Who Am I? by oludare007(op): 8:02am On Jan 10, 2017 |
I'm sorry. The update will arrive tomorrow. It is ready already. I appreciate your commitment. |
| Literature › Re: Who Am I? by oludare007(op): 2:28pm On Jan 01, 2017 |
SPDAZZY: I don't do spoilers na...u wan make I dey unravel my next surprise ni |
| Events › Re: Happy New Year by oludare007: 2:27pm On Jan 01, 2017 |
SPDAZZY:amen. Thanks. Happy new year to you too |
| Literature › Re: Who Am I? by oludare007(op): 10:00pm On Dec 30, 2016 |
Hadampson: samyfreshsmooth: missuniverse:thank you all. @missuniverse, I like you open eye. But make we dey see. Fredric is SPdazzy's sweet guy, don't call him a criminal o. @samyfreshsmooth, abeg, next update go reach us cond week on January o. I wan enjoy the new yr small. Abeg, pardon me o |
| Literature › Re: Who Am I? by oludare007(op): 5:22pm On Dec 29, 2016 |
Flakkydagirl, Tummyyoung, Nancywealth, kingDELE, repogirl, PrettySpicey, Blessinzy, Nancydearie, ellahzy, Smallville10, saraphina,repogirl, Nancydearie, ritababe, obianuju95, nekanzee, osman1996, nancywealth, aprilwise, missmossy, mubzay, morsadh, nabla, shakyroh320, jblake, supersuave, poik, maoolakanm, oluplus, goodyj, uncjay, idyraph, mojysiola, itsawrappp, mhiz, kinmayor, phintohlar, odunsco01, aipete2, divepen1, mynd44, teeghurl, obiwann, mrsheddy, omotayo9177, dave16, jerrythafinisher, priestcharm, jolay554, niwdog, tolababa, morsadh, tori46, Fortunate32, ka52y, hermanie, analysiscorner, veraisbae, cassbeat, eddy55, Nostradamus, flippycbk, aishat39, SPDAZZY, phintohlar, missmossy, chizzyMaris, morsad, mhiz, damirexnuga, ChizzyMaris, immatex, alexblazzzer18, fresho4real, mfujah, kestare, osman1996, hadampson, mohamad158, idydarling, Queenbeee, bibijay123, Titidi, yorhmienerd, totalhouse, Izyyblaze, honeyway, olanshile2016, Gabrendo, SunFlow, moscobab, TheAziz, dgholmes sfolaranmi SweetieConstie, spixytinxy mzdorkisz zingzang, Ka52y Erfizzy DRISKLef, spikedawson, opalk Fijumokesayo solaceseeker airmirthd1 Daughterzion, richyluvu Buzzboy, johnspurgeon014, Samuel89, humeehjay, DaVinci24, dlawsamesq, Babetolux, Penprimusblog, teechudleyy, Smallville10, Godmother, wazupguy, misquote, solomonbrown64, myfantasies,Chapter 17 That was all the past. This is the future. Those idiots can’t kill my love, and get away with my money- the same I had so suffered for. I said as I picked myself up from the ground. The smoke of dust left behind by the cars, was coming towards me. I shielded my face as the dust enveloped me. I fanned by face with my hand and coughed from inhaling it. After a while, the dust settled and I was able to see the cars galloped onto the tarred road and zoomed off. ‘Fredrick.’ I slumped back on my knees and cried as the cars disappeared. All hope was lost- I was lost. Again. Just when I thought I have found love- someone to live the rest of my life with, they took it away from me. Then, a sharp sound started beeping from around me. I stood up and scanned the area- it sounded like an alarm- or, a bomb! I ran as far as I could, away from the bomb, until I fell. I clamped my head in my hands as I fell, expecting a loud explosion, because the beeping sound was now fast and frequent. But nothing exploded, so, I relaxed. I gathered myself together and walked back to the beeping site- it was coming from my phone. An alarm- I thought to myself. But I wasn’t an alarm person, so, I was still not sure. I summoned the courage to pick it up. Dusted its screen and checked again. It was coming from a tracking application that was installed by the car tracking company. My heart leaped. I have never had the use of it since I installed the tracker. So, I pardoned my initial action. In truth, I didn’t even know how to use it- but, luckily for me, it was easy enough to understand. Just like the salesman said. The interface was simple. A map was shown on the screen, an a little blinking red dot, moved very slowly within the map. I knew that was my car. Below the map was an instruction which said, my car is now two kilometres away from my phone, asking if I wish to keep tracking or quit the app. I got the message and I chose the ‘Yes, keep tracking’, option. Then a pop up message came up with a message below: ‘Is this a theft? Yes or No?’ Impulsively, I chose the ‘No’, option. There was another message that asked if I was sure it wasn’t a theft. I replied in affirmative and the app kept tracking. I was glad. I looked around for my shoes, I could only found one. I picked up the money that was thrown at me, counted it and it was three hundred dollars. I tucked it in my pocket at ran towards the main road- the phone at my face, fixated on the blinking red dot. I flagged down a vehicle, and it didn’t take long to find one that took me back to the motel that Fredrick and I slept over. I walked barefooted without looking at the surprise faces around me. The receptionist was taken aback, but she tried to remain calm. ‘You’re back!’ She smiled. ‘Yes, I am.’ I said, as I approached the counter. I leaned against the counter, over to where the receptionist was standing and she took some steps back. But I already got the glimpse of what I wanted to see. I removed a hundred dollar bill from my pocket and slammed it on the counter. ‘Your flip flop.’ I said. ‘What?’ She asked, surprised. ‘Gimme your flip flop for a hundred dollar. Deal or not?’ I said and I slammed my palms on her counter. ‘My flip flop? Hundred dollars? Okay… okay…’ she stammered and took of her flip flop, one foot after the other. ‘Ma’am, is everything alright?’ She asked as she stretched them over the counter for me. I snatched it and measured the sole of the flip flop against the sole of my foot. I was short. ‘It’ll do. Thanks.’ I said. I put them on and exited the reception. I took out the phone again and checked the red dot, it was still blinking and the distance, still counting. Now, I was miles away from my car. The app popped up another message to confirm that my car has not been stolen and I affirmed that it wasn’t. I intended to track it by myself. Right on the motel premises was a car rental service, I went there and used the remaining two hundred bucks to get myself a small car for the next two hours. Once in the vehicle, I placed the phone on the holder on the dashboard, so as to keep my eyes on the tracking app. Without much ado, I zoomed along, carefully trailing the roadmap to the blinking red dot- my car. My mind was made up, I wanted my money. Fredrick is gone, but I won’t be going back to Mexico, empty handed- not in this world. I slammed my feet on the accelerator and in no time, I was kilometres away from my car. My eyes never left the screen- I was deadly, more than a venom. I was going to do everything I could- one, for my money and two, for the death of Fredrick. Some moments later, I was back into the city- the same where I once lived with Harry. Once in there, I started to lose confidence in myself. I saw myself as a fugitive and every policeman appeared like they knew who I was. I kept calm, but was indirectly throwing arrows of suspicion all around. I observed every traffic light, but stopped too soon. I tried not to increase my speed, but was too slow, such that cars behind me had to hoot for me to drive faster. Everything seemed too hard to do. Without much mind to it, I made the wrong turn and I was asked to pull over by the policeman, right behind me. My mind raced like a thunder bolt- I was sweating almost immediately. There’s no way to run, turn or even escape. I was snookered right within the massive traffic of the city. But my mind, as always, never failed me. I checked through the side mirror and realised that the police was a man. ‘Men,’ I muttered, ‘Stupid animals that think with their dicks.’ Immediately, I unbuttoned the first two button of my shirt to reveal my massive cleavage. I didn’t waste time to unbutton the three below and I made the shirt into a knock. My flat tummy was there to see too. ‘Licence please.’ He said. I smiled broadly and sighed. ‘Erm… I…’ I sighed loudly. I was deliberate, I had my boobz rise high and low. ‘I’m sorry?’ ‘Ma’am, do you have a driver’s licence?’ He tried to be professional. ‘Erm, yes, I do. But I don’t have it here.’ ‘Are you being serious, ma’am?’ He removed his glasses. I quickly removed the phone from the holder and gave it to him. ‘What is this?’ He asked after starring at it for a while. ‘That is my car- the same with my driver license and all that. I am tracking it.’ ‘Your car is stolen?’ He asked and returned my phone. ‘No… no, not stolen. Erm…’ I scratched my wig, ‘my little sister took my keys and went away with her friends in my car. And I was just tracking them when you stopped me.’ He looked at me like I was speaking in some strange tongues he couldn’t understand. ‘Can I come down of my vehicle?’ I asked. I knew he needed to see everything. ‘Please, do that.’ He said and stepped back from the door. I took the form from the rental company with me as I came down. I came down bare footed, without the flip flop. I knew my cute painted toes are a turn on for many men- so far they have a dick and can fucck! I gave him the form from the car rental company. ‘You rented this one?’ ‘Yes. Like I said, my wallet was in my car and my Driver’s license was…’ ‘In your wallet, I got it. But you still need not drive without your license. It is against the…’ ‘Traffic law. I know. I am sorry, I… I wasn’t even thinking. Oh my God, oh my God…’ I said and I collapsed in his arms. I allowed him cup my boobz and I rolled in his hands as he straightened me up. ‘Are you alright, Ma’am? Are you sick or what?’ ‘No…’ I sighed and held my forehead. ‘The thought of me going to jail…’ ‘Wow… relax, Ma’am. I… I never talked of you going to jail…’ He chuckled. ‘Really?’ I placed my hand on my chest and heave a relieve sigh. ‘Thank you.’ ‘But, I may have the police track your car while…’ ‘That’ll be nice. But I will still have to return this car back to the rental…’ ‘You cannot drive, Ma’am. I am letting this go because you are a very beautiful lady. And I don’t want you to end up in jail.’ He smiled and licked his lips. I knew it, he’s caught my flu! They all do. ‘That’s nice of you, office….’ ‘Derick, call me Derick.’ He quickly said and extended his hands for a handshake. I shook him and smiled like an idiot. ‘I was thinking, Derick, you’re a good man.’ I said as I leaned against my car. ‘I miss a good man like you. How about I collect your phone number and…’ ‘My number.’ He smiled broodily. ‘Of course.’ He fumbled for the pen and tore of a page from his jotter and wrote quickly. I took it and tucked it into my pants. ‘I think I will leave it there.’ I said, seductively. He was weak. ‘Jesus! You are some lady.’ He talked out of breathe. “We will see tonight, right?’ ‘Don’t say it twice. I will call you.’ I slipped into my car and drove off. He neither remembered telling me not to drive or helping me track my car. He became an idiot, instantly. By this time, the blinking dot had stopped. I believe the car was in its destination. So, I trailed carefully and slowly, until I couldn’t believe where it led me… It was Harry’s mansion! End of 17.. |
| Literature › Re: Who Am I? by oludare007(op): 1:12pm On Dec 28, 2016 |
It will come, Sir. Like I said, before the yr ends. Thanks for the interest. I hope you have received your copy of 'BLOOD ON THE ALTAR'? Hadampson: |
| Literature › Re: Who Am I? by oludare007(op): 1:11pm On Dec 28, 2016 |
ChizzyMaris:your email, ma'am? |
| Literature › Re: Who Am I? by oludare007(op): 1:08pm On Dec 25, 2016 |
Thanks for the reply. Another chapter to drop before 31st...  SPDAZZY: Hadampson:hadampson...thanks for keeping to your word... Spdazzy... I shld get u a gift..Hadampson and spdazzy, if you haven't read blood on the altar or you have, but wouldn't mind a personal PDF copy, kindly send me an email via kingwax.oluwadamilare@gmail.com Thanks for being there. I knw there are more silent readers, you may comment with your email address and I will send you a free copy too. If you are not comfortable with your email on the public forum, send a mail to mine for a request. Offer lasts till 31st of December... |
| Literature › Re: Who Am I? by oludare007(op): 1:05pm On Dec 25, 2016 |
| Literature › Re: Who Am I? by oludare007(op): 3:49pm On Dec 24, 2016 |
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CHAPTER 16 Dave fell backwards and slumped. I couldn’t believe myself. I did it, I told myself. I’m free! I allowed the gun to fall freely as I covered my face in joy. The safe comes to mind, but the hope of the money dampened as soon as I realised that I wouldn’t be opening the safe without James. I stood up slowly and dusted myself. Dave laid still- I stared at him for a while. He was both a hero and a villain to me. I could have stayed if he wasn’t so greedy. But then, something ran through my mind. The way the Dave was lying on the floor was not normal. He laid with his beneath his chest- it looks like he protected himself from hurting as he fell backwards. I replayed the way he fell in my head, and it appeared that he ducked as soon as I face him with the gun. Immediately, I looked up towards where I fired and there was a bullet hole on the wall- I had missed. ‘Fucck me!’ I said and without wasting time, I dived for the gun. Dave’s hand caught me on time and I hanged in the air. I slammed my belly hard on the floor and found myself reversing towards Dave as he pulled me back to himself. My brain screamed red, I turned quickly and kicked him in the face with my second feet. He groaned and let go. I jumped for the gun again and this time, I grabbed it. Like a pro, I rolled to face up and aimed at him the second time. He froze. This time, I aimed well and pulled the trigger! The horror on my face was impeccable, so was his smile- the gun had jammed! Dave walked triumphantly towards me and my brain worked like a gear. I knew nothing about gun, else, I would have unjammed it; but, Dave would have collected it, unjammed it and shoot me with it. So, I released the magazine and threw it far across the room. I ejected the lodged bullet and threw both the gun and the bullet in separate ways. ‘Wise girl’, Dave laughed, ‘but not so wise.’ He grabbed me by the shirt and pulled me to face him. ‘You are so dead, bittch!’ He said. ‘You tried to…’ A very hard knock on the door interrupted him. As he distracted himself with that, I gave him a resounding head butt. I ensured it hit him hard, right on the nose. He bellowed and dropped me immediately. I ran for the kitchen, where I kept the gun that James gave me. The knock was now hard on the door. ‘Open this door! Is everything alright?’ I heard James’s voice. ‘Get the fucck back to where your post is, azshole! This is my business! Dave answered, but his voice was already near the kitchen door. I went straight to the cabinet and started to pull down the food cans. I hid the gun behind them. ‘Mr Bryan, I am going to have to break down this door.’ James shouted again. I hoped he did. Dave appeared in the kitchen with a bleeding nose. He held the gun in one hand and the magazine in the other. As he moved towards me with a bloody smile, he inserted the magazine and coked the gun. I haven’t even made it to where I kept the gun. I stopped and gave up. Then the sound of the James, breaking in interrupted him again. ‘What da fucck…’ I made to rush towards him as he spoke, but this time, he was ready for me. He fired in my direction. I screamed and fell. ‘You want to die? It’s okay, bittch. But, you are not going to get me that way, again.’ He announced as he moved towards me. He aimed at me, and I knew he would shoot. I was still. I closed my eyes as I expected him to pull the trigger. Then there was a loud sound from his pistol- but, surprisingly, I was still alive. Then I heard a thud and slowly, I opened my eyes. Dave was dead, a gun wound to his head. His eyes opened, he oozed blood from his head. ‘Are you alright?’ James asked as he sheathed his gun. He offered his hand and pulled me up. ‘Are you alright?’ He asked again as he took Dave’s gun from his hand. ‘I will keep this.’ He said. ‘Where’s Mike?’ I asked. ‘You’re welcome.’ He said. ‘Sorry, thank you.’ I said. ‘I told you, you would need my help.’ He said as he led me to the living room. ‘What the hell is happeneing here, James?’ Mike said as he rushed in to see Dave’s body in the pool of blood. ‘You killed Mr Bryan?’ ‘He was trying to kill her!’ James shouted at Mike. ‘I only asked you to come see what the fucck is going on when we heard gunshots.’ ‘And I said, he was trying to kill her! That was the fucck I found out!’ ‘I am sorry James, I gotta call the HQ! First, it was you behaving eratical and unprofessional, and now, this!’ ‘I won’t let you do that, Mike. Sorry.’ James said and aimed the gun as his colleague. I was surprised that hes got guts. ‘What are you gonna do? Shoot me?’ Mike asked with a chuckle. ‘I am calling HQ, anyways.’ He brought out a phone and I heard James fired at him. Mike stood still. He wore a surprised look on his face. At first, I thought James had missed, but the blood stained wall at Mike’s back, said otherwise. First, the phone fell off his hand, then he fell on his knees, and slumped. ‘You killed him.’ I tried to act surprised. ‘I got no time to waste. My guy is already on his way and I got to leave the city in,’ he checked his watch, ‘two hours, max.’ ‘It’s going to take that long to open the safe?’ James didn’t answer. ‘You might want to start packing.’ He said. ‘I don’t have anything to pack. I just need my share and the car.’ ‘James?’ A voice interrupted. ‘Who’s James?’ ‘I am.’ James replied the guy with a tool box, standing by the door. ‘You’re the guy, right?’ ‘Yes.’ He walked in and starred at Mike’s body. ‘Where’s the safe?’ He asked, unmoved by the dead body. ‘Take him to the safe.’ James said to me. ‘Sorry about the mess.’ ‘Mess? We’re are talking about twenty million dollars. I would do worst for a million.’ He smiled. I took him inside the room and showed him the safe. ‘Can you open it?’ He gave me a piercing look before he knelt by the safe. He ran his hands through it and looked at me again. ‘Piece of cake.’ ‘Then, do it.’ I said. ‘No, call me James. We never talked my own share.’ ‘What?’ I asked. ‘What is it, man?’ James came in. ‘Get to work.’ ‘I am collecting five million.’ The guy said. ‘I will give you half a million.’ James countered. ‘I want three.’ ‘One.’ James dragged. ‘Anything less than two, then I should leave.’ He picked up his tool box. ‘One point five.’ ‘I will see you guys later.’ He said and made to leave. ‘I can make you do it for nothing!’ James said and brought out it his gun to the guy’s face. The guy smiled. ‘Seriously? You really want to do that?’ ‘Find out, tough black guy. You aint no gangster. Because you are black doesn’t make you…’ ‘So, you a racist too. That cool.’ The guy smiled again. ‘Two million, or you better pull the trigger ‘cos ama die first, before I do it fo’ nothing.’ ‘Are you sure about that, tough guy?’ James cocked his gun. ‘Enough!’ I screamed. ‘Enough of the dead bodies, okay? I will give you three million!’ ‘What?’ James squeaked. ‘Out of my fuckin’ share, azshole!’ I grinded my teeth at him. ‘It’s okay by me, then.’ James said and withdraw his gun. ‘Hey, tupac, get to work. You heard the lady.’ He said as he exit made to exit the room. ‘Sorry about that.’ I told the guy who nodded and got to work. I went to the kitchen and took the gun that James gave me. This time, I checked it properly- there’s no room for jamming, when shiit hits the fan. I cocked it ready and tucked in behind my back. The way thing are going, I needed to prepare. Twenty minutes later, the guy said he’s done. I followed James back into the room and the guy was there, safe opened, wads of notes on the floor. My heart beats faster- I am free. James rushed to the money and held it in his hands. ‘You are right, you are right!’ He screamed and smiled at me. ‘I am rich.’ ‘No, you are not.’ The guy said. ‘What?’ James asked as he turned to face the guy, who brought out a gun from the back of his trouser and held it to James’s face. ‘I said, no, you are not.’ He said and fired his gun. James slumped without a struggle. Without much thinking, I retracted to exit. The guy didn’t waste time. He fired at me, but I was already out of the room. I ran back to the kitchen. Went straight for the gas cooker and unplugged the hose that supplies gas to the cooker. It gave a whooshing sound as it filled the air. I quickly grabbed a lighter and tucked it into my back pocket. I was on time. The guy came in with his gun. My hand was already up, in surrender. He came over and asked me not to move. He went straight for the gun at my back and brought it out. ‘Smart bittch.’ He said, smiling. ‘What’s that?’ ‘What’s what?’ ‘That smell.’ He asked with a frown. ‘That’s the smell of you burning flesh.’ I said. ‘What did you…?’ ‘I pushed him very hand and he staggered. I ran for the door. He fired and the wooden framed splintered as his shots missed me. I closed the door and locked it. He banged for a little and started firing at the door. I was a hard wood, it would hold. I assured myself as I rushed to the basement and came back with a gasoline. I poured it right at the entrance of the kitchen and watched it flow below the door into the kitchen. ‘You fuckin bitcch!’ He screamed and kept shooting. He was an idiot, he would have shot at the lock, but he kept firing at the door. I rushed inside and started to pack the cash into my box. In no time, I was done. The guy in the kitchen was now throwing things at the door- his bullets was done. I took the money to the car and came back to the kitchen door. I made a trail of gasoline from the kitchen door as I exited the building. The gasoline finished at the sitting room. I took out my lighter. ‘Goodbye, dogs.’ I said and lit it up. The fire burned like a flash and went straight to the kitchen door. I ran outside. As soon as I was outside the building, the house went up in flames. The shockwave sent me off the porch. I crashed to the floor. Embers filled the air- debris of the house dropped around. I turned and saw the cottage burning. The same cottage I was being held hostage for years, by Dave. ‘It’s over.’ I told myself. ‘Fucck you, Dave.’ I said. I started to laugh- I laughed and laughed, until I started to cry! End of 16!!! Chapter 17 before 31st of Dec... MERRY XMAS IN ADVANCE!!! |
| Literature › Re: Who Am I? by oludare007(op): 8:00am On Dec 24, 2016 |
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| Literature › Re: Who Am I? by oludare007(op): 7:59am On Dec 24, 2016 |
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| Literature › Re: Who Am I? by oludare007(op): 4:38am On Dec 21, 2016*. Modified: 4:55am On Dec 21, 2016 |
Flakkydagirl, Tummyyoung, Nancywealth, kingDELE, repogirl, PrettySpicey, Blessinzy, Nancydearie, ellahzy, Smallville10, saraphina,repogirl, Nancydearie, ritababe, obianuju95, nekanzee, osman1996, nancywealth, aprilwise, missmossy, mubzay, morsadh, nabla, shakyroh320, jblake, supersuave, poik, maoolakanm, oluplus, goodyj, uncjay, idyraph, mojysiola, itsawrappp, mhiz, kinmayor, phintohlar, odunsco01, aipete2, divepen1, mynd44, teeghurl, obiwann, mrsheddy, omotayo9177, dave16, jerrythafinisher, priestcharm, jolay554, niwdog, tolababa, morsadh, tori46, Fortunate32, ka52y, hermanie, analysiscorner, veraisbae, cassbeat, eddy55, Nostradamus, flippycbk, aishat39, SPDAZZY, phintohlar, missmossy, chizzyMaris, morsad, mhiz, damirexnuga, ChizzyMaris, immatex, alexblazzzer18, fresho4real, mfujah, kestare, osman1996, hadampson, mohamad158, idydarling, Queenbeee, bibijay123, Titidi, yorhmienerd, totalhouse, Izyyblaze, honeyway, olanshile2016, Gabrendo, SunFlow, moscobab, TheAziz, dgholmes sfolaranmi SweetieConstie, spixytinxy mzdorkisz zingzang, Ka52y Erfizzy DRISKLef, spikedawson, opalk Fijumokesayo solaceseeker airmirthd1 Daughterzion, richyluvu Buzzboy, johnspurgeon014, Samuel89, humeehjay, DaVinci24, dlawsamesq, Babetolux, Penprimusblog, teechudleyy, Smallville10, Godmother, wazupguy, misquote, solomonbrown64, myfantasies,Chapter 15 When James told me that our guy would come in two days’ time, my heart almost failed me. Every plan in my head flew away and I became a fool right on the spot. ‘Are you going to handle your end of the bargain?’ James asked when I went mute and lost. I sighed. ‘I swear, I don’t even know anything anymore.’ ‘What?’ ‘It’s Dave, he scares me!’ ‘So, you are human after all?’ He mocked. ‘You were the one dishing out instructions and giving ultimatums like you are some kind of hulk, who would handle…’ ‘Shut the Bleep up James!’ I screamed and held my head. ‘Let me think, okay?’ ‘Well, you have like a week to do this.’ He scoffed and left. Days later, I told James that I would be ready in three days’ time. ‘Are you sure?’ He asked. ‘Why did you ask that?’ ‘Because, three days’ time will be Thursday, and Bryan would be around.’ I shrugged. ‘So? I just have to take my chances.’ ‘And if that fails, he tortures you, and you confesses, right?’ ‘Listen, like I said, I will take that chance first.’ James looked at me for a while and scoffed. ‘You know what? Just tell me you need my help and I will do just that. Stop acting like you got it all covered.’ ‘Oh, so, you’re just going to shoot him dead for me, so that I can run away with you, right?’ ‘Absconding with me is not my problem, by the time you got trails of law enforcement behind you, you will know who to call. Here, take this.’ He handed me a gun. ‘A gun?’ ‘You have any other idea?’ I shook my head and collected it. ‘Thank you.’ I whispered. ‘Keep it safe.’ He said and left. My mind was racing all through the day. I had access to nothing that I could use except the gun that James gave me. I wish I could use something else. Dave came on Thursday, as usual. Without wasting much time, he dropped the groceries and rough-handled me for the first round of hate-sex. He pulled my hair and slammed my head on the kitchen table as he rode me from behind. ‘Did you miss me, biatch!’ He asked loudly as he finished. I was silent. I pulled my trousers into the right position and buckled my belt. As usual, as he sat down, he started to heat up the heroine. ‘Have you eaten anything?’ He asked as he tied his arms, readying the needle. ‘Yes.’ ‘Good. You got to sit here and have your shots. I took some fucking new aphrodisiac and I wanna test it out. I don’t want you feel anything. That what you’re good for. You should be a porn-star.’ I didn’t reply to his derogatory statements. My mind was made up and my thought was how to shoot him dead! He finishing shooting himself some heroine and relaxed in his chair with a big sighed. ‘Feels good.’ He croaked. I watched him close his eyes and breathed steadily. I said there, in the second chair in front of him, with a low stool, separating us. After a while, I was assured he was asleep, so, I decided to get up slowly and go for the gun in the kitchen cabinet. I grabbed each of the armrests with each hands and held it tightly as I tried to lift myself from the seat- hoping not to make a sound. But I was wrong. As soon as my butt was off the chair, it creaked and… ‘Sit.’ Dave commanded without his eyes opened. I froze, but didn’t sit back. I hoped he was just hallucinating. I lifted myself again and this time, he opened his eyes and looked straight at me. I froze. ‘What are you trying to do?’ He asked. I was silent. I sank back into my chair. ‘You want to kill me?’ ‘Kill you?’ ‘Shut the fucck up!’ He shouted and kicked the stool at the middle. The contents on it came flying at me and I dodged, but the stool hit me very hard on the knee. I screamed. He stood up and kicked it again and it hit me right at the knee. I fell and held my knees and screamed aloud. The pain was excruciating. I shut my eyes in pain. Dave hit me in the stomach and I coughed out blood. I was on my knees- one hand held my stomach while the other was on the floor. Dave came running at me and kicked me in the face. I almost choked on my own blood. My mind was on how to get to the kitchen and grab the gun that James gave me. I needed just half that chance. I tried to crawl, but it wasn’t easy for me. My knees, my stomach, my face, the pain, it aches! Dave kept talking about how he was going to kill me. I heard him unbuckle his belt and pulled it out. He was going to rape me! I tuned and saw him pull down his trouser, ready to pounce on me. I summoned some courage and leaped to the side of the chair where he dropped his gun why shooting his heroine. I could hear his approach. I stretched and my finger wriggled at the grip of his pistol. I couldn’t reach it and Dave was getting closer. I was weak, I didn’t think I would make it. “Ready to die, bitch?’ He announced his arrival and I delved forward- one last leap at the gun. He was on time, he grabbed me by the feet and pulled me back. I lay there, facedown. As he turned me to face him, I aimed the gun at his face and pulled the trigger! End of 15. Chapter 16 will drop before Christmas. Thank you |
| Literature › Re: Who Am I? by oludare007(op): 10:14am On Dec 14, 2016 |
SPDAZZY:that's a suspense na.. But I can tell u that Frederick is dead. .. |
| Literature › Re: Who Am I? by oludare007(op): 7:47pm On Dec 13, 2016 |
Sorry for posting this late... I was so busy, I just had to rush it... Enjoy reading.. |
. When will her suffering end biko??. 
