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Happy new month divepen1

adebayo201:
you ehn... wetin happen now? e don tay o

. Abi my brother. Na laptop issues o. To type for phone dey tire me

Beautifully done drippingink3, our thots are literally on the same page. Well done. Let me know if u want to continue.

Somewhere deep in the recesses of Detective Paul's mind he knew he was going insane. It was like a deep dark problem he knew was in front of him but kept pushing further to solve at a later date. Right now he needed to punish the people who had raped and brutalized his daughter three weeks ago. He wasn't sure if these boys were the exact ones but they would do. To teach any others a lesson they would never forget. He took another puff from his cigarette and grasped his pocket suddenly as he felt the phone in it vibrate. It was a text message from his sister asking when he would come and see his son. Detective Paul sighed and replied with a single word : "Soon".

After he was through dealing with these criminals in his own special way he would feel better, he knew it. Then he could face the world again. Then he could face jolade and his dear son. Maybe if he told her that her attackers had been brutally killed, maybe if he showed her pictures, maybe then she would talk again. Maybe then she would get better and be discharged from Psychiatric care.

But then a dark thought crossed his mind. What if it didn't work? What if she saw the pictures and still wasn't satisfied?

Detective Paul paused for a moment and sighed as he watched his men carry the criminals deeper into the forest.

Well, if it didn't work he would have to keep trying.

Eye looked around in despair as the fire continued to rage around her. How it had gotten so huge so quickly she couldn't understand. She lay beside her bed crying and coughing as the air gradually became hotter and more stifling. Where was emeka? Where was her father? It suddenly occurred to her that she could die in the flames and she trembled violently as her whole life flashed before her eyes.

"God please spare my life! " she whimpered. " I'll change, I promise I will! "

Her pleas and subsequent screams went unheard as the ceiling caught fire above her.

Emeka looked on from his hideaway in the bushes, his heart pounding heavily in his chest. Who were those heavily armed men and what did they want with Bisi? He thought of running out to challenge them like the heroes he usually saw in the movies but the sight of the thick muscular men and their guns melted away his courage. He watched them pick up the unconscious bodies, glad that they had left Joy alone at least. Their Boss looked like a reasonable enough person with his clean native attire and calm demeanor. He wondered how the man hadn’t been made wet by the rain and decided that he had been under an umbrella or something.


He waited until he was sure they had gone then he ran out and grabbed Joy, shaking her by the shoulders. She moaned and sat up for a moment then bent over again and vomited on the ground.


“Joy! Joy!! Are you alright? What happened? Who were those men? Joy!” He whispered.


Joy felt like she was in a deep ocean struggling to come out. Her head swam and her limbs shook like they were made of jelly. She recognized
Emeka’s voice and swam towards it, towards consciousness.


“Joy! Joy wake up na!” Emeka pleaded. He got up and tried to carry her but she was so weak and limp she was like a dead weight and he had to put her down again. Emeka held his head in his hands, his thoughts clashing against one another in confusion. Shoud he carry her out or run like before for help? Those vigilantes looked like they would sleep till kingdom come. What about Bisi? He didn’t care so much for the boys, they would get what they deserved for all he cared, but what about his crush? Should he quickly try and follow the men to at least see where they were taking her? And if he did, what would happen to Joy?


“Emeka…” he looked at Joy as she called out to him feebly.


“Don’t leave me.”


He decided to do as she had asked and sat down beside her.

drollster:
Happy new year , Royver. Great to see you writing again.

Same to you boss. Its been an age.

"We got them sir! We got the criminals!"

Detective Paul walked out from behind a tree even as his heavily armed men dragged the bodies of the four youth from the undergrowth and arranged them in a row before him. Their chests heaved heavily as the effects of the special gas keot them in an unconscious state. He studied the bodies one by one and paused when he came to the girls.

"who are these ones?" He asked. One of the armed men came forward and pointed at Bisi.

"I heard her discussing with them, its possible she's part of thier gang. This other girl," he pointed at Joy, "was the one they wanted to rape today."

"She should thank her lucky stars, then." Detective paul said and pulled out a cigarette from his pocket. He tapped it a couple of times on his palm then lit it and took a long drag, puffing the smoke into the air. For a moment there was silence in the bushes.

"Sir," One of the men asked, "Sir are we still doing this? What do we do about the girls?"

"Leave that one here," He said, pointing at Joy. "The effect of the rain will soon revive her and she can find her way home. Carry the others to our pre-arranged site."

The men nodded and carried out his orders. Desmond, Michael and Bisi were carried easily by one man each, while Joy was placed comfortably under a tree to recover. As the men disappeared into the bush Detective Paul took one last glance at Joy.

"Don't worry Jolande," he said smiling at her and seeing his daughter instead. "They won't hurt you ever again."

Bhenehdikt:
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Royver

Where are thou?

Present sir.
Cc socially4fun. Thanks for the mention.

Hello Larrysun. How r u guys doing? I'm interested in the collaboration.

EiiBeeCee:
dis z awesome n was worth the read, tnx for writing buh I can't get some of the chapters seems dey are hidden... puhlees give us dat opportunity of reading dis work

Pls be patient with me. My laptop crashed and I lost the softcopy. I have to type the whole thing from my writing pad all over again.

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dominicnuel
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