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| Re: Who Am I? by oludare007: 10:14am On Nov 25, 2016 |
ChizzyMaris:correct girl... A slack is necessary.. But as u said..make we dey see o 1 Like |
| Re: Who Am I? by oludare007: 10:14am On Nov 25, 2016 |
mhiz:thanks ma'am.. 1 Like |
| Re: Who Am I? by oludare007: 9:29pm On Nov 28, 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, mynd44, teeghurl, obiwann, mrsheddy, omotayo9177, dave16, jerrythafinisher, priestcharm, jolay554, niwdog, tolababa, morsadh, tori46, Fortunate32, ka52y, hermanie, analysiscorner, veraisbae, Nostradamus, flippycbk, aishat39, SPDAZZY, phintohlar, missmossy, chizzyMaris, morsad, mhiz, damirexnuga, ChizzyMaris, immatex, alexblazzzer18, fresho4real,Chapter 11 I came into the America through the most inhumane way I could think of. I left my child, a product of rape, in Mexico, to look for a greener pasture and escape the cruel work of my hands. David, my son, didn’t even know me. I had to abandon him, a week after I gave birth to him, to flee to America. My mother remarried when I was fourteen, but she ended up marrying a jerk who beats her up almost every day. My mom wasn’t even working, and Carlos, my step dad, didn’t relent in reminding her of how he feeds her and me, the slut. That’s the name he always calls me, even though, at that time, I was virgin. Nobody believed I was a virgin anyways. Then, a time came that my mom was in a coma- Carlos ensured that. He lied to the paramedics that she feel from the stairs. I was right inside my room when they began their usual arguments. I couldn’t know what caused the arguments because for a while, they were busy having sex and my mom was screaming for more- she always does that, to my amusement. When the arguments began, I took my headphone and sealed off my ears with a song from Tupac Amaru Shakur. I was sure that within minutes, the arguments would be over with- as always. And mom would always wake up the next day with a black eye and a smile on her face, inviting everyone for dinner! But that day was different. I woke up and couldn’t found my mom- not in the kitchen or her room. Carlos came in later and told me that my mom had an accident and she had been admitted into the hospital. I ran to the hospital and found her there, right on the bed, lifeless like a log of wood. I cried and screamed at her that I have told her to leave that dick of husband. But mom has always talked about divorce not being an option. I got home and charged towards Carlos. He was fast, we ducked and gave a slight push that sent me crashing into the furniture. Before I could say jack, Carlos pinned me down and punch the living hell out of me. I begged him to stop but he didn’t until I passed out. I woke up later with a swollen face, a black eye and a sharp pain between my legs. I slip my hands under my skirt and realized that my pants were gone! The fear of my thought made me slid my hands further in, it was wet, with my blood. Carlos had raped me. I rushed to the door and pulled at it, screaming and slamming it with my fist. The door was locked. I cried and cursed without a reply. For weeks, Carlos chained me in the basement and raped me continuously. I was constantly drugged. Even when I was observing my period, the jerk never stopped. I was locked up and couldn’t go to school. He told everyone that I absconded. Then one day, he said to me after the usual forceful sex, that he would let me go if only I keep my mouth shut. I agreed and he said if I told my mom, he would kill us both. I believed him. Who wouldn’t? Carlos was huge, incomplete set of teeth, a thug and a bully with a scare face and bullet wound scars. ‘How’s my mom?’ I asked in a faint voice. ‘She would be discharged tomorrow.’ He said as he climbed the stairs of the basement. ‘I told her you ran away from the house. I guess it wouldn’t be bad if I told her you are back, right?’ He smiled. I nodded slowly as I removed the unlocked shackles from my feet. It was bruised and swollen with puss. ‘You got a story?’ I nodded again. ‘Good. I don’t want to hear it. Go upstairs and take your bathe- you stink. It’s been three months!’ He said without remorse. I started to cry. Three months of my life wasted in the basement. Raped and drugged every day. Mom came back home, I couldn’t even face her. For some reason, I was guilty and felt she would see what I have been up to, right in my eyes- so, I avoided eye contact. Carlos acted normal and was all over mom like he was nice to have her back. Maybe he forgot that he was said that he wished my mom would not come back so that he could rape me all his life! One month after I was released from captivity, I fell sick. The doctor said I was two months pregnant. I fainted- it was Carlos’s. My mom was disappointed in me. The story was that I got impregnated when I ran away from home. To make it worse, abortion was illegal and that makes it expensive! Mom, a staunch catholic, refused to support abortion and Carlos scorned me with a smirk every time. He would always slip into my room and threaten me not tell mom. If I did, he would kill us both. I just had to believe him because he was a devil. What he did to me for three months would testify to that. I was helpless and the abomination grew inside of me; against my will. I did nothing but cried. Then I tried to prostitute to raise the cash. I would walk for two miles every day to the basketball court in the neighbouring town- every night to flaunt my beauty. There was always one, who would be willing to pay for sex. I had sex in toilets, bushes, on the car trunk, in the car and so on, but no one ever paid me enough. They practically fucck’d me but I never got paid for the money we agreed on! Within a month, everyone at the court already knew who I was and they took me for granted because they told each other that I was a dunce who get fuccked but never get paid. I told myself to quit after I got beaten thrice for asking for my money after sex. I counted the money on me. I was sure it was enough, so, proceeded to a doctor, who told me that I haven’t even made half of what I needed. I broke down in tears and had no choice but to keep the baby. It was already four months old. END OF 11 1 Like 2 Shares |
| Re: Who Am I? by oludare007: 4:08am On Dec 08, 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, mynd44, teeghurl, obiwann, mrsheddy, omotayo9177, dave16, jerrythafinisher, priestcharm, jolay554, niwdog, tolababa, morsadh, tori46, Fortunate32, ka52y, hermanie, analysiscorner, veraisbae, Nostradamus, flippycbk, aishat39, SPDAZZY, phintohlar, missmossy, chizzyMaris, morsad, mhiz, damirexnuga, ChizzyMaris, immatex, alexblazzzer18, fresho4real, 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 unclothedness. 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 2 Likes 1 Share |
| Re: Who Am I? by mfujah(m): 6:21am On Dec 08, 2016 |
Osman1996:cinema don full o... osman abeg dress small for me! |
| Re: Who Am I? by Hadampson(m): 9:03am On Dec 08, 2016 |
mfujah:abeg lemme manage d small space daht remain bsyd u mfujah.. OP i dey feel u... abeg mention me wen next u update d story. HADAMPSON This story is very interesting. ROSA really suffers alot, i feel pity 4 her. The question now is wat will be her fate with frederick 2 Likes |
| Re: Who Am I? by kestare(m): 9:16am On Dec 08, 2016 |
Guy you are bleeping good |
| Re: Who Am I? by muhamad158(m): 12:02pm On Dec 08, 2016 |
Wow.......You Are Freaking Goood..Imagine I was Feeling like I was in the scene... Keep it Up Bro, You Got Great Talent. |
| Re: Who Am I? by Idydarling(f): 1:50pm On Dec 08, 2016 |
oga, mention me for the next update okwa? |
| Re: Who Am I? by cassbeat(m): 2:01pm On Dec 08, 2016 |
Idydarling:and me too |
| Re: Who Am I? by eddy55: 4:54pm On Dec 08, 2016 |
Wow!!! Thankssss.... Nice story..... Pls I want more.... |
| Re: Who Am I? by mfujah(m): 6:37am On Dec 09, 2016 |
Hadampson:enter d place!! in 2face voice |
| Re: Who Am I? by SPDAZZY(f): 3:52pm On Dec 09, 2016 |
That Carlos is a beast. What nonsense |
| Re: Who Am I? by oludare007: 4:27pm On Dec 09, 2016 |
Nice to read the comments... I appreciate you all. I will sure mention you all.. |
| Re: Who Am I? by oludare007: 4:40pm On Dec 09, 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, mynd44, teeghurl, obiwann, mrsheddy, omotayo9177, dave16, jerrythafinisher, priestcharm, jolay554, niwdog, tolababa, morsadh, tori46, Fortunate32, ka52y, hermanie, analysiscorner, veraisbae, Nostradamus, flippycbk, aishat39, SPDAZZY, phintohlar, missmossy, chizzyMaris, morsad, mhiz, damirexnuga, ChizzyMaris, immatex, alexblazzzer18, fresho4real, ewawunmi, jumat08, ka52y, analysiscorner, hemanue, , divepen1, mfujah, eddy55, cassbeat, idydarling, muhamad158, hadampson, kestare, osman1996THANK YOU FOR READING...U ARE HIGHY APPRECIATED. SHOUT OUT TO spdazzy and Osman1996..  we don dey since the days of 'blood on the altar'...  |
| Re: Who Am I? by SPDAZZY(f): 7:05pm On Dec 09, 2016 |
oludare007: We dey kampe: slow and steady. 1 Like |
| Re: Who Am I? by Hadampson(m): 9:31pm On Dec 09, 2016 |
SPDAZZY:u can say daht again... had it bin i waz rosa, i swear 2 God i go kill im mercilessly.  He is a devil in human form.  |
| Re: Who Am I? by oludare007: 6:56am On Dec 10, 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, mynd44, teeghurl, obiwann, mrsheddy, omotayo9177, dave16, jerrythafinisher, priestcharm, jolay554, niwdog, tolababa, morsadh, tori46, Fortunate32, ka52y, hermanie, analysiscorner, veraisbae, Nostradamus, flippycbk, aishat39, SPDAZZY, phintohlar, missmossy, chizzyMaris, morsad, mhiz, damirexnuga, ChizzyMaris, immatex, alexblazzzer18, fresho4real,next update, tomorrow. Thanks |
| Re: Who Am I? by Hadampson(m): 6:24pm On Dec 10, 2016 |
oludare007:**Looking through the list** ahah^^checking the list again^^ OP my moniker iz nt in da list nah... abeg mention me...<<feeling devastated>>  1 Like |
| Re: Who Am I? by oludare007: 7:04am On Dec 11, 2016 |
| Re: Who Am I? by oludare007: 7:06am On Dec 11, 2016 |
Hadampson:pls, no vex. Your every name of the commenter will be there at the next update |
| Re: Who Am I? by oludare007: 7:36am On Dec 11, 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 13 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!! 3 Likes 1 Share
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| Re: Who Am I? by Hadampson(m): 8:27am On Dec 11, 2016 |
Ah :O LA ILAHA ILA ALLAHU.. so d bad guys succeeded in killing frederick a.k.a da sweet guy. o ma see oo, eni re lo, ajanaku lo, akogun lo, frederick lo. we u get 2 heaven, abeg extend my greetings 2 my late grandparents, 2pac shakur, biggie, yaradu'a nd others Pele ROSA..... >>shedding tears<< WHAT WILL HAPPEN NEXT?? WATCH OUT Those villians must nt go scot free. Let c wah rosa wil do in d next episode of ''WHO AM I'' 1 Like |
| Re: Who Am I? by Nobody: 10:57am On Dec 11, 2016 |
Wow, oludare007 you're awesome. 1 Like |
| Re: Who Am I? by eddy55: 12:42pm On Dec 11, 2016 |
Wow! Great!.... Pls I want more..... @ oludare007 thanks........ 1 Like |
| Re: Who Am I? by SPDAZZY(f): 1:39pm On Dec 11, 2016 |
I feel like crying, she lost everything. Why this sad episode on my birthday, oludare007 why? 1 Like |
| Re: Who Am I? by oludare007: 10:37pm On Dec 11, 2016 |
SPDAZZY:wow! Happy birthday, sweetheart. Let !e give you another episode as a birthday gift.... next update will be Tuesday instead of a week from now. Pls manage am |
| Re: Who Am I? by oludare007: 10:38pm On Dec 11, 2016 |
SPDAZZY: eddy55: eddy55: mhiz: Hadampson:thanks guys. I am elated... 1 Like |
| Re: Who Am I? by SPDAZZY(f): 12:13am On Dec 12, 2016 |
oludare007: Thanks a lot dear, I appreciate |
| Re: Who Am I? by Hadampson(m): 7:45am On Dec 12, 2016 |
oludare007:u're most welcome OP.. |
| Re: Who Am I? by oludare007: 7:46pm On Dec 13, 2016 |
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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 Bleep 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. 2 Likes 1 Share |
| Re: Who Am I? by oludare007: 7:47pm On Dec 13, 2016 |
Sorry for posting this late... I was so busy, I just had to rush it... Enjoy reading.. |
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