CHAPTER 17: WHO AM I?

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..

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CHAPTER 16: WHO AM I?

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!!!

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CHAPTER 15: WHO AM I?

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 fuck 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.

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CHAPTER 14: WHO AM I?

CHAPTER 14: WHO AM ?

James became a frequent every night, unless when Dave wasn’t around. Like every other guy, he got too accustomed to sex with me. Three weeks later, he I realised that he doesn’t want to talk about the safe anymore, he was talking about helping with Dave’s disappearance and running away with me. I became scared. Even though I ensured the sex was boring, he still went on to talk about being with me. I had to agree that all men are stupid whenever sex and beauty are combined.

‘When is the guy coming, James.’ I asked him, once he was done and putting on his clothes.

‘What guy?’

‘What guy?’ I ricocheted his questions back in anger.

‘You said when is a guy coming, and I don’t know what guy we…’ He paused and rolled his eyes. ‘Oh, the guy?’

‘Don’t tell me you already lost focus, James?’ I shouted.

‘Hush!’ He quickly said and looked scared. ‘Keep your voice down or we’re both fuccked!’

‘I can assure you, we are not fuccked yet. I am going to scream and tell Dave you threatened me and kept rapping me every night!’

He smiled. ‘You’re joking, right?’

I smiled back, ‘Yes, I am.’ He knew I was not.

‘Hey, Kate, you’re not serious, right?’

‘You think you can keep fuckin me for three good weeks without going through with the plan?’

‘Don’t get me wrong. I…’

‘Hey James,’ His walkie-talkie came on, ‘what is taking you so long in there? You know Bryan…’

I snatched his walkie-talkie and he froze in horror. ‘Please, don’t do that. Please.’

‘James, James. Are you there?’

‘Please, Please, don’t answer it.’ James kept begging.

‘When is my guy coming to crack the safe?’ I stood in power.

‘James, I am coming over.’ Mike’s voice cracked and the walkie-talkie went dead with a husk.

‘Your guy? I think he’s our guy?’ James said. ‘I think it’s 50-50? A partnership!’

‘Now, it’s 60-40 for stalling. So, when is my guy coming?’

‘Listen Kate, you have to give me the Walkie-Talkie so I could call Mike off or…what the fucck are you doing?’

‘What the fucck does it look like?’ I growled back at him.

‘You can’t take your clothes off. Now fuckin now! You can’t let Mike see you like that!’ He screamed.

‘Oh, I can, and I am. When is my guy coming to… ?’

‘Sunday! Sunday!’ He will be here on Sunday.’

He can’t be fuckin here on Sunday, James. Dave’s going to be here on Sunday and Thursday.’

‘Listen…’

There was a knock on the door. James went pale. He pleaded inaudibly. I shook my head in defiance.

‘James, James!’ Mike’s voice came with heavy banging on the door.

‘Okay, Okay,’ James fluttered, ‘We shall conclude this tomorrow, I promise.’ He whispered.

‘We shall talk about this on Wednesday, and there won’t be any sexual session.’

He nodded in agreement and the knock blared louder. I gave him his walkie-talkie and he snatched it from me and rushed to the door, just when Mike announced that he was going to break down the door. James was on time. He opened the door as Mike’s shoulder was about to smash it open. Mike came through the opening with the full force and crashed against the chair.

‘What the fucck, Mike?’ James Asked.

‘What do you mean, ‘what the fucck’? I called your talkie many times you didn’t answer.’ Mike said as he picked himself up.

I tried not to laugh.

‘Yeah, that was because I was busy, trying to put the light back on.’ James explained.

‘Apparently, you haven’t done that.’ Mike said, looking up and sheathing his gun. He put on the torch.

‘That’s because you interrupted when I was about to. I told you, we gotta bring in the electrician in here.’

‘We will talk about that. Let’s put this back on and get the fucck outta here. Where is the lady of the house?’

‘She should be in her room.’ James said. ‘She’s always there when I am working here.’

‘I am right here.’ I said after watching them through the dark.

As I came towards them, James eyes was wide with fear. He thought I was still naked. He was relieved when he realised I was already clothed.

‘Wow…’ Mike said as I revealed myself in the beam of his torch. ‘Sorry… sorry… I shouldn’t do that.’

‘It’s okay.’ I smiled. ‘James, I heard you say you were done. I need the light now.’

‘Yeah, I’m on it.’ James said.

I stayed with Mike as James went away to switch on the light.

‘So, when are you guys going to get me an electrician to work on…?’

‘Don’t worry about it Ma’am, I will discuss that with…There you go! As good as new.’ Mike said as the light came on. He smiled broadly.

He was a shy one, he tried not to look at my face. I concluded that he and James were a bunch of weak knees with women- all men are.

‘Did James tell you he was an electrician before he joined the security…?’

‘Let’s go, Mike.’ James came in an interrupted. ‘Bryan shouldn’t meet us in here.’

‘You’re right.’ Mike smiled. ‘Goodnight Ma’am.’

‘You guys can just have some drink. Dave wouldn’t be mind.’

‘Dave?’ Mike was puzzled. ‘Who is Dave?’

‘Long story!’ James interjected. ‘We will talk about that in the cabin.’

‘Dave is the guy that…’

‘That’s okay Ma’am.’ James interrupted me. ‘Please.’ He said that inaudibly and I smiled.

I knew what I was doing. I need to sow a discord- let them get into a little argument when they get back to their Caravan. I needed Mike to start interrogating James. I needed James to be scared that Mike may found out about our plan and would like to share in the money or worse, try to stop him. James, would definitely get into a defensive mode. That’s all I wanted.

‘Mike?’ I called as they were about to leave the rrom.

He turned back.

‘You need to save me!’

‘What the fucck?’ James squealed.

‘What…what do you mean, save you?’

‘She doesn’t mean anything. Let’s go Mike!’ James tried to push Mike but Mike got angry.

‘Leave me, man! What the fuck is your problem?’

‘Sorry, sorry.’ James said. He was disorganized.

‘Lady?’ Mike said, his ears in anticipation.

I smiled. ‘Nothing. Just joking around.’

Mike looked and James, slowly, with a frown and the type of suspicion that I hoped for- James shrugged and looked away. ‘I told you.’ He said.

Mike was not convinced. ‘You know you got to tell us,’ He looked at James and changed the pronoun, ‘tell me, if you are in danger.’

‘Do I look that I am in danger?’ I asked as I leaned on the doorway to the room.

‘I told you.’ James said and went outside.

Mike starred for some time, looked around a bit and bade me goodnight. I was happy, I got what I wanted. Now, James would move the time table up much more quicker because Mike is now a danger to him. I watched them leave and smiled to myself.

‘Goodnight, idiots.’ I said.

End of 14.

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CHAPTER 13: WHO AM I?

Chapter 13

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Fredrick was nothing but an angel. I couldn’t stop staring at him as he drove after we left the motel. He joked a lot and made me feel loved. I was already missing David- I never told Fredrick about whose David father was. I simply told him that David’s father left me when I got pregnant and he never showed up. Fredrick told me not to worry about that, he said he would come visit me in Mexico.

‘I want you to come.’ I told him.

‘Where? Mexico?’ He smiled.

‘Yes. With this money, we could pay your debt and still have a good life.’

‘We could?’ He asked and I nodded.

He laughed. ‘No, we couldn’t.’ He dampened my hope. ‘You don’t know how this works. Escobar will collect his five million dollars, alright, but he won’t let me out. He’s going to come back for more.’

‘You owed another guy? Escobar?’

‘No, Honey…’

My heart leaped when he called me ‘honey,’ he continued…

‘… Escobar is the name of the drug Lord that I owed 5 million dollars. The same reason I fled here- to America.’ He chuckled.

‘Then, let’s give him ten million.’ I said, without thinking about it. ‘Five for what you owe and five to get out of the game.’

Fredrick slowed down the car and pulled over. He kissed me gently and smiled.

‘You have a good heart, Cindy, but it isn’t going to work.’

‘Why?’

‘If Escobar reckoned we got that much to pay, he’s going to come on us like the heavens and ensured that he collected everything. This is America, I want to stay here, sweetie.’

‘Then, let’s give him everything. I still got some cash stashed in my old house…’

‘You do?’

I explained the stashed cash in the cistern, back at Harry’s house.

Fredrick smirked. ‘It’s been more than a year now, we couldn’t just go up there. The house could have been sold or the money found by someone else. Probably a squatter.’

‘Listen Fredrick. No one’s going to see the money and the house would probably be overgrown by shrubs now. The house is untouchable- Jose, Harry’s lawyer, told me that the house is untouchable. It’s going to crumble, right there. Harry willed it to himself. Nobody should touch it, fifty years after his death. He said, Harry believed he would still live in it for some decades.’

‘So, the house is probably haunted?’ Fredrick joked.

I punched him playfully. ‘No! Haunted? Do you believe in ghosts?’ I asked.

‘I was just joking.’

Fredrick agreed on the deal, and we set on to Mexico. Along the way, I described Harry’s house and where I kept the cash.

‘How much is it?’

‘I didn’t count it. But the wads are in ten thousands and I believed I took more than twenty wads.’
Fredrick whistled. ‘That’s more than two hundred thousand dollars?’

I shrugged.

‘I think we can survive with that.’ Fredrick said and I felt so happy within me.

He dipped his hands in his pocket and brought out a small tablet.

‘Here, take it. It will help you sleep.’

‘But…’

‘You still think I want to run away with your money?’ He laughed. “It is okay if you…’

‘No!’ I stopped him. ‘It’s not even that at all. I just felt I needed to be awake.’

‘You already told me where to go. I want you to sleep while I drive. You need it.’

I nodded and took it from him. I sighed, chewed and swallowed.

‘It’s okay, okay? You are safe.’ He said, and started the engine.

I smiled and we turned back the car. Our next stop would be Harry’s place. He couldn’t have guessed how happy I was. To finally meet someone who I would love and who is willing to love back. I starred in his eyes as he concentrated on diving, until I drifted into the dreamland. In my dream, I saw Fredrick and I got married. It was beautiful and flowers were everywhere. David wore a suit and came with his girlfriend. But His girlfriend was Anita, my old neighbour back in Mexico. She was twenty one years of age when I fled, but he and David seemed like they were sixteen years, so, I never bothered, even when David was supposed to be just three years old.

As we pose for the picture, one of the photographer moved closer to be and asked me to smile. I couldn’t have smiled better. But suddenly, he was Carlos, and he laughed at me. I was scared because I felt he wanted to tell Fredrick that he was David’s father. I pushed Fredrick aside and Carlos smashed my face with the Camera. I couldn’t fight back, I was scared of him- he was to me, a ghost. He raised his hands again and slapped me hard, across my face.

‘Wake up, you bitch!’ Carlos shouted as he punched me harder in the jaw.

I opened my eyes and closed it again. It looked like I have been drugged. I was dead tired. I could feel the pain, but I couldn’t do a thing.

‘Leave her the fucck alone!’ I could hear Fredrick shout. ‘It’s me you wanted, not her. Let her go!’

Immediately I heard his voice, I realised I was no more in a dream. I wasn’t being punched by Carlos. I opened my eyes and the horror starred back at me. I saw two guys hold Fredrick, each arm with each guy. The third one pointed a gun on his head.

‘No!’ I screamed. ‘Let him go!’

I rolled over and for the first time, I could see exactly where we were. We were no more on the road but off it, by the side of an untarred road. My car was parked at the other side of the road while theirs was in its front. It was clear they forced Fredrick to stop. The car was dented and the fender had fallen off. There was a bullet hole by its side too.

‘Bitch, what drug were you on?’ The guy who has been hitting me asked. ‘I have dragged you out of the car, beat on you like hell before you could wake up!’ He smiled. ‘You didn’t even open your eyes while we were chasing your boyfriend off the road?’

‘Please, let him go. We have money?’ I pleaded.

‘Of course, we are going to take everything, including your boyfriend.’ He answered straight-out and ordered Fredrick to be put in the car trunk.

The guys started to beat him. I couldn’t do a thing. One of the guys went over to my car trunk, brought out my bag and gave it to the supposedly leader. He ransacked it and came to me.
‘I believe this is yours?’ He said and dropped my phone by my side.

I looked at him and he smiled. ‘Your boyfriend wanted us to give it to you. He pleaded to give you some cash too. He said you’ll be stranded. I disagree, you have nice features, and you will probably found your way home.’

‘Please, let him go. You can take the money. All of it!’ I pleaded.

‘That’s funny, because, he said the same thing. But, me, I would take the money, but Escobar wanted his head and not the money.’ He paused, ‘though, we would take the money too.’ He took out the brown envelope in my bag, opened it and whistled. ‘So much cash in here! You know what, I am going to be generous.’ He threw some bills on me. I didn’t even look at it, I just pleaded unto his deafened ears.

‘Let’s go!’ He ordered. ‘Throw him in the trunk!’ He said as he moved towards them.

I watched a beaten Fredrick being dropped into the trunk like a log. The leader brought out his gun as he approached the trunk and cocked it loudly. My mind went into a rage. I got to my feet and ran towards him. Shouting for him to stop. As I approached him, one of them crossed me with a blow to my stomach. I doubled up, and an uppercut across my face sent me into the air and I flattened my back against the floor. I groaned. Right there, in my pain, I saw him move over to the trunk and fired three shots in different directions. I screamed but was too hurt to stand up.

‘Sorry Bitch', he shouted out at me and sheathed his gun, ‘that’s the last time you would be seeing him.’ He announced.

I watched them drove away in both cars with the dead body of Fredrick in their trunk!

END OF 13!

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CHAPTER 12: WHO AM I?

WHO AM I?

Chapter 12

I continued in prostitution and I used the money to buy my baby needs. I stopped when the belly was seven months and prepared myself for delivery. My mom and I weren’t as close as before and I didn’t give a fucck anymore. She said Carlos said I had to leave the house after I gave birth to my baby. He said he couldn’t afford to feed another mouth after I rejected the option to give up the baby for adoption.

The last months of my pregnancy was tough as hell. Both of them showed nothing but hatred. I could only be thankful that I had some cash stashed away. I fed myself, most of the times. It would have been better if I left the house, but I had nowhere to go. None of the guys wanted a pregnant lady as a girlfriend- I understood that. I became a damaged goods and it was more hell, walking the same neighbourhood I once walked like a queen, as a pregnant beggar.

My water got broken at the tenth month and I gave birth to David. Surprisingly, Carlos said I could stay. My mom was happy and she took care of the baby herself. Within two weeks, I was back to shape and was ready to hit the street to provide for myself and David. I did every exercise against the doctor’s instruction to rest for some weeks and in no time, I was the same old Rosa. Tall, beautiful, full lips, flowing black hair, wide hips, soft round butt, long fingers and clean nails. I was back to my full beauty, only with full and bigger better boobs!

I was adoring myself in the mirror, one day, getting ready for the evening, to get to work, when Carlos came inside with my baby.

‘Where’s mom?’ I asked as I collected my baby from him.

He was staring at me and I was scared, but more scared to show it.

‘What do you want, Carlos?’ I managed to say.

‘You know what I want, Rosa.’ He smiled from where he leaned against the doorway.

‘Please, don’t do this. Please!’ I begged. My voice was shaking, I was betrayed by it.

He closed the door and locked it. I started to beg and held the baby against my chest as a shield. I was sure that he wouldn’t attack me with the baby at hand, but I was mistaken. Carlos charged at me like a bull. He struggled to yank the baby away from me but I held him tight. He pulled the baby with one hand and punched me continuously in my face until I let go. I crashed against the mirror and it shattered. The shards rained all over me, where I lay.

Carlos threw the crying baby on the bed like it was never alive and pulled me by my hair, dragging me on the floor as I bruise myself against the shards of the shattered mirror. I screamed as my path left trails of blood as he dragged me along. He punched me again and again until I was helpless. My vision was blur, my head was banging as I watched him unbuckle his belt. He pulled down his pants and started to unbutton my jean. I tried to hold his hands but he punched me twice again and I fainted.

Minutes later, I came back with voices in my head. First, it was the sharp pitched voice of David, crying. Then I could hear mom and Carlos argue.

‘Why the fucck will you break down my fuckin door?’ Carlos shouted at mom, who was also shouting back!

‘What are you doing? Why is my daughter lying naked on the floor?’

‘I thought I sent you to the grocery store, you idiot?’ Carlos screamed.

‘So, you can do what? Why are you even wearing your trouser in half? What is this, Carlos?’

Carlos charged at mom and slapped her hard across her face! Mom turned to protect David as Carlos raised his arm for another blow, and slammed herself against the door frame, which ricocheted both mom and David in different directions. David wailed and I started to cry. I could hear my mom scream and David wail. Somehow, those gave me strength. I pulled myself up and didn’t bother to cover my nakedness. It was apparent he was already in the act when mom interrupted him- I could feel it between my thighs.

I held on to a long sharp shard of glass as I crawled towards the wife-beater! Mom was trying to fight back. David was screaming hard. I drew more strength within and got to his back. Mom was already helpless-she lay still with a swollen face as Carlos continued plummeting her face. I climbed on his back and before he could swung me aside, I stabbed him in by the side of his neck with the shard. I held onto it as he struggled to be free- swinging like a pendulum. I stabbed him again and again, screaming in fulfilment and glued to his back like a laughing bad-advice, after a consequent.

Carlos was strong. He stood up and rammed me against the wall. I screamed but I refused to let go. I held on to the shard on his neck and held it in place; pressing it hard. With me on his back, he ran towards the flat screen TV and slammed me against it. This time, I fell off his back.
‘Bitch!’ He said huskily. ‘You are fucking dead!’ He sprinkled out blood from many places through his neck as he talked.

I couldn’t explain where the strength came from, I charged towards him and pushed him hard. He tripped against a furniture and fell flat on his face. I grabbed a shard from the TV screen and stabbed him again- right beside his ears as he was trying to stand. He stood still… and fell back. I starred at his dead body, face down. His hands on the shard in his neck, I felt relieved.

Suddenly, it dawned on me that David was no more crying.

‘David!’ I screamed and sprang on my feet.

But I stopped immediately as I was faced with my mom with a clam face, with David in her hands, sleeping peacefully.

‘Mom…’ I wanted to explain.

‘I know, I know.’ My mom interrupted.

‘He raped me!’

‘I know, baby.’ My mom said. She spread her other hand and I curled myself into it.

‘I killed him.’ I cried softly.

‘It is okay, Rosa. Don’t think about that.’

‘Mom…’

‘Look at me. Go inside, pack your things and go to my brother, Pablo. U know him?’
I nodded.

‘Good. Tell Pablo exactly what happened and he is going to come take care of this mess. I will take care of David. You need to leave. Pablo will get you to the America.’

‘Mom…’

‘Listen to me, Rosa. You need to get your head cleared. Get out, now!’

And that was it. I never told my mom that the child belongs to Carlos, the jerk. Pablo got me to America, and that was the start a new really fuccked up life- the same one you have been reading about!

End of 12

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