She ran like her life depended on it, weaving between parked cars and alleys because it did.She was being chased by someone she didn’t know. She had on Nike shorts and a plain black tank top with her hair in rollers looking like she was about to go to bed because that was what she had been trying to do when she heard a crash from outside her bedroom door, down the hall from the toilet.When she crept out, she saw a shadow from under the door because the light was still on and she hightailed it out of there, hoping to get a bat or something to defend herself. However, when she saw a big, burly guy coming to her with a knife, she took off outside the house, to save herself.She was still running, looking back at intervals to see where he was. Previously, she was several steps ahead with a large gap between them but the last time she looked back, she saw that he was way closer. She cursed her luck at not keeping in shape with her body when she finally had enough money to afford a gym
“Remember that we have to remain calm no matter what he says or does.” Evans said to Ryan as they walked towards the place where they had kept Monroe all the while because he knew Ryan had the propensity to be erratic sometimes.“I know that.” Ryan nodded“Okay, good.”They got to the room and without any hesitation or stopping to think about the decision they had arrived at concerning their hostage, Ryan turned the doorknob to reveal the inside of the room. There, Monroe was, strapped to a bed; his mouth duct taped so he didn’t make a sound and alert anyone. Not like there was a single living soul that could be found for miles but still, it was better to be safe than sorry.“Hello, Monroe. It’s been a while, hasn’t it?” Evans asked, as he strolled into the room behind Ryan, a smile on his face.Monroe saw them and began to wrestle with his bindings eager to be out of them. He thrashed and thrashed on the bed while screaming at them or rather attempting to scream at them seeing as th
“Roberts, you never told us how it went on your end.” Lewis said as he popped open another bottle of red wine, poured into his glass and brought it to his lips.“What are you talking about?”“How did the project with Jessica pan out? Was it completed successfully?” Smith asked, irritated at how slow Roberts was being.“Oh, that?” He said flippantly as he swirled the wine in his glass.“The assassin carried out the job without a hitch. He told me that he stabbed her more than 5 times and left her to bleed out in a dark alley. She was taking her last breaths when he left and there was no one in sight to help her so now, we have nothing to worry about because our tracks are clear.”Smith smiled and raised his glass, inviting the other men seated around him to a toast. They celebrated Jessica’s death. Her death meant that there was no one who could point fingers at them especially with Turner one step away from the grave.“Soon, there will be no more obstacles in my way and I will have my
“Greetings.” One of the students who passed by the school greeted me with a bow. Ryan who had been staring at the completed and now functional school building tore his eyes away from it and responded to the student who was already several steps ahead. He looked around to realize that sometime during his gazing, the students had let out for their lunch break. From where he was standing, he could see that some were milling around in the garden and having lunch while some preferred to make use of the outdoor café. He knew and was quite aware that others would be scattered around the indoor cafeteria and different lounges at the different corners of the school. He had decided it was best the students had a wide variety of places to choose from to have lunch. Experience they say is the best teacher, from experience he knew quite well how it felt to suffer through humiliation in the cafeteria and even worse not to have anywhere else to go. This even sponsored his reasons and gladness to
“Why are you so nervous?” Turner asked Ryan who was pacing the floors of his home, sweat running down his back and his breathing a bit chopped.“This is huge, Turner. This is huge!”“But you both are on the same page, right? There’s nothing to be nervous about”“No, the streamers shouldn’t go down that way. And why are they yellow? I don’t want anything yellow.” Ryan said to one of his staff who was hanging up the streamers, not answering Turner.“Okay, you’re one step away from scaring them and making them run for the hills. Come have a drink.” Turner smiled as he stood up and guided Ryan out of the living room and into the dining room.“Why is the cake still out? Shouldn’t it be cooling off in the freezer? It’s not yet time for it to be out.” Ryan commented as he spied the cake with lettering on the counter.“Apparently, this place is off limits too.” Turner added before he dragged him up the stairs. When Ryan protested, Turner stopped at the landing and spoke to him.“Listen, Ryan
“Why are you so nervous?” Turner asked Ryan who was pacing the floors of his home, sweat running down his back and his breathing a bit chopped.“This is huge, Turner. This is huge!”“But you both are on the same page, right? There’s nothing to be nervous about”“No, the streamers shouldn’t go down that way. And why are they yellow? I don’t want anything yellow.” Ryan said to one of his staff who was hanging up the streamers, not answering Turner.“Okay, you’re one step away from scaring them and making them run for the hills. Come have a drink.” Turner smiled as he stood up and guided Ryan out of the living room and into the dining room.“Why is the cake still out? Shouldn’t it be cooling off in the freezer? It’s not yet time for it to be out.” Ryan commented as he spied the cake with lettering on the counter.“Apparently, this place is off limits too.” Turner added before he dragged him up the stairs. When Ryan protested, Turner stopped at the landing and spoke to him.“Listen, Ryan
“You bastard! You should know whom you deal with.” “Shoot him.”“In your next life, you will never dare to get what is bigger than you.”“Say hello to my grandfather.” The gunshot echoed and blood splattered on little Ryan, who was standing next to his father. They had been attacked by unknown assailants at night on their way home. “His son is here!”“You reap what your father sow”“Take him.”“Please don’t shoot me.” Little Ryan begged, tears rolling down his cheek. “Pull the trigger damn! He’s a chicken with little life.”“Let's spare his life. His f**lish father trying to do beyond himself is the victim and he’s gone. Spare the little one.”He was thrown out of the car, he hit his head on the stone. His world flashed and stopped. The next thing he knew was that he opened his eyes to meet two elderly women standing beside him.
“I didn’t tell that puppet I’ll be here.” “I only wondered what he’s feeling like. Like he already has you. He isn’t worth a pair of your shoes.”“He’s such a loser.”The voices echoed from a room at the club. Ryan could identify the voices, it was Jessica, his two-year-old girlfriend, and her friends, Emily and Rashy.”“You should enjoy your life, Jessica. That man definitely isn't worth you and that’s the gospel truth.”Ryan could recognize who owned that voice, that particular voice was from Emily. The cell phone in his hand vibrated. He checked and saw another message from their friend group chats“We’re in the closet room to the club room, in case anyone is coming again! It’s a blast here! Jessica is flexing and enjoying her life.”Jessica had left the phone with Ryan in the evening. He was able to trace her location from the messages sent to the phone. It was Jessica's birthday, and she had told Ryan she wasn’t celebrating it but now, the contrary is the case. Ryan had taken