beautiful piece..keep up the good work

Oyinprince:
Thanks


Here's the concluding Episode
www.youngicee.com/2016/12/inseparable-concluding-part.html?m=1

The Epilogue
http://www.youngicee.com/2016/12/inseparable-epilogue.html?m=1

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@oyinprince this is the best piece i have read on nairaland...keep up the excellent work. Please i need the concluding part of the story,this story is too good for me not to know how its going to end
this is my email randleoreoluwa@gmail.com
Thanks in anticipation

beautifully story....keep it coming

Please mention me in your subsequent stories. ..love you plenty

I sincerely appreciate your work. Its superb. ..seyi said he had a plan, you didn't get to tell us the plan. Above all, you will go places

Angelinastto:

osleek. You've been reading for a while without commenting.
Thanks for stopping by.

That's because have not being around. I started from where I stopped two weeks ago...now am with you
Keep up the good work dear

Angel, abeg lunch time don reach. ..make person no starve. Nice story

please we are waiting oo....Update us now

Happy birthday Scarlett. May your years be filled with life and your life with year. I pray for more wisdom and understanding to impact on this generation and more to come. Have a lovely new year ahead....Cheers

skarlett:
Dedicated to osleek, monalicious, dhanidhamy, adebriana, spdazzy and lovelyudy


Fifteen

Feyi woke up with a start, hands held on her throat, heart beat faster than normal. A sigh of relief surged through her as her hand massaged her slender neck devoid of cuts, stabs or bruises.

Oh my God, it was a dream, just a dream, she thought as she tried to steady her heart. She looked around her dark room with fear and trepidation and her gaze landed on the shadows. She felt a sense of deja’vu as she stared hard at the form that seemed to be a person in her room. She fought the sense of panic and mounting dread that filled her.

“W-who’s there?” she croaked.

*****
The murderer couldn’t stay to watch Feyi battle with her nightmares. There were more pressing things to do and time was running out.

Clinging to shadows, the murderer stalked out of the house that early morning. A steady temper was essential here. Give nothing away. Feyi did not need to die except the circumstances were out of control. She posed no real threat. She was simply an annoyance with her snooty attitude, a spoilt brat who ran to mummy’s arms when she was scared. She was just a pawn in the killer’s hands but then again, pawns could be easily disposed. Until she proved a serious threat, she was still somewhat a necessary nuisance.

The compound was well lit and the dogs prowled the grounds. It was a good thing the killer wasn’t afraid of animals as the two black Labradors came sniffing. Depositing a few treats and caressing their powerful necks, the killer didn’t spend time with the animals but walked confidently to the gate.

The garage was built as an extension of the house and the key was in the small gate room. Musa would soundly be asleep on his bed in the boys quarters. The killer got both keys to the garage and the gate before going to the garage. The door to the garage opened, the killer brought out the keys to the Toyota Camry, keys that had been filched from Feyi’s room.

It would be a few hours before Feyi would need the car but the killer would be done hours before then and back to the house. As for the security men at the estate gate, a few wads of naira and they wouldn’t even remember the face that drove the black Camry out of the estate at 2am.

In a few minutes, Dr. Lily’s apartment came to view. Dawn was fast approaching, there was no more time.

*****
It was a hideous start to her day, Feyi reflected as she drove to work grumpily that morning. Tomiwa had offered more resistance than usual when she dropped him off at the daycare. Blessing would pick him up on her way back from school. He seemed restless just as she had been that morning as she’d lain awake waiting for the break of dawn.

Her nightmare had woken her up and kept her awake hours later. It had turned out that nobody had been in the room and her fear of the shadow had been a figment of her imagination but she hadn’t been able to shake off the feeling of dread that formed a knot at the pit of her stomach. The left side of her face twitched like she had a bad case of tics. If she was more superstitious she’d believe the old wives tale that her twitchiness was an omen; a bad omen. But she knew better than to take stock in myths and superstitions she thought as she nosed her car into the company’s car park.
She needed a workout, she decided. Working off her frayed nerves would do her a world of good. But before then she had to get through the rest of the day and a board meeting. Her conference materials were in the boot, she put it there yesterday afternoon.

She parked her car and went around to the boot. She yanked up the trunk and immediately wished she hadn’t.

“Jesus fuc.king Christ!” she swore and stared at her trunk dumbstruck.

Her body felt leaden; her mouth was dry; her fingers lost its hold on the keys that slid noiselessly from her hands to the floor.

It couldn’t be, it wasn’t possible.

This was another figment of her imagination she thought. If she closed her eyes and opened it, the image would go away just like the shadow in her room had. She closed her eyes and opened it but it was still there, the horror of the image congealing her slim breakfast of toast and coffee in her stomach. She felt sick as she stared at the wide eyes of the bloody body in her boot.

She swallowed her nausea in her throat. Drawing shaky breaths, she bent closer. She saw a pair of lifeless eyes staring at her and jumped back as if punched. Wrinkled skin but pretty and unknown to her.

The woman’s legs were wedged against the wheel hub. Her right hand rested across her chest. The gash in her neck was still dripping and blood was congealed on the woman’s greying hair. Feyi didn’t need the doctor to tell her the woman was dead. If the stab on her neck hadn’t killed her, staying in the boot of the car for what Feyi could guess was hours and being shut away from oxygen would surely kill her.

The rush of adrenaline that shot through Feyi sprung her into action after staring at the woman like she was in a trance. “Oh my God! Security! Security!!” she screamed at the top of her lungs and ran off to the security post.

She grasped the shirt front of one of the security men at the gate like a lunatic, “y-you’ve got to do something! You’ve got to come with me!”

The security man looked at her strangely like she had grown two heads and she realized, he couldn’t do much. She had to get the police, she had to call somebody. She frisked through her jean pockets and brought put her phone. Had she gotten the detective’s number? She didn’t think so, who else could she call? Tunji! Her husband, Tunji would know what to do.

“Hey honey,” he said three rings later.

“Tunji.” She croaked his name, ordered herself not to panic and continued. “There’s a… I found a woman’s body in my boot.”

The security guard gazed at her with open mouth. The line went silent for a few heartbeats and when Feyi thought he had cut the call, his voice cut through her, “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine but there’s a…a d-dead woman in my boot,” she repeated. “Call the police.”

“I’ve heard you, where are you now?”

“In the office, I’m standing at the gate. There’s a security guard with me.”

“Good. Stay there Feyi, don’t go back to your car. I’m on my way and I must commend you for holding it down like you’re doing.”

Holding it down? Reaction set in and Feyi felt her knees buckling and soon they gave out. She swooned and the guard held out a steady hand to hold her up. There was a black out behind her eyes.


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Thanks for mentioning me...keep up the fabulous work

wow,Feyi mustn't die oo...skarlett, keep up the good work.The suspense is high,you write gracefully and the story line is excellent.
Please mention me in your subsequent works

please drop the link here

@shewrites,can your drop the link to the new story here....
i cant seem to find it

Beautiful piece
just a few typo error and you need to use punctuation more....keep up the good work dear

@sheWrites,abeg post the concluding part nah...we are waiting

@she writes,
lovely piece...more wisdom to write better stories by His grace.

@she writes..you are doing a great job.please conclude this story
hope nothing bad happened to funmike