Ciara was well seated at the police station opposite detective Ben and an illuminating lantern shone across their faces as she was interrogated. She had been lying about the call she put to the police and she just had to keep lying otherwise Oliver would be implicated. Earlier she was highly infuriated to put an end to all about Oliver; she was hell-bent on snitching on Oliver with the police over his notorious cocaine peddling. Inwardly she had come to the end of the tunnel with Oliver and the best way she chose to do away with Oliver was snitching on him. She had picked up her phone, stared sternly at the 911 she just dialed, and when a voice picked it on the other end, she declined the call. She struggled within herself to keep her trembling hand to a firm hold. Her hand suddenly started shaking as one suffering from Parkinson’s disease. Her heart had increased its pressure and speed; it was not fear neither was it timidity; it was a greater force than obsession and posse
Brian was at the grave of Mr. Biscuit, staring at its picture recalling his experience with the genius pet and how much he was going to miss it; within himself he had decided not to have a pet any more Mr. Biscuit was the second and would be the last. He grinned painfully before he squatted to lay the flower at its grave. As he did and rose to his feet a slight pat from a female hand came on his shoulder.He flinched like a mouse from fire. “Oh God you startled me,” he said, rolling his eyes at Meyer. “How many times am I going to tell you to stop frequenting here? I don’t want to see you in my life neither does grandma. You embody loss and pain. Since I knew you it has been from one dilemma to the other. Your presence in my life has nurtured nothing but ruin and peril. I don’t want to hurt you. But if you force me, you will regret knowing Brian. Leave this moment,” he barked, pointing at the exit.Meyer’s eyes were welled up with tears instantly. “Why do you always make me feel lik
Oliver pulled over the scarcely lit tunnel and ear-splitting hooting of the horn came from his car, calling on the attention of the Mexican blonde standing by the corner; as soon as the blonde noticed him he started prancing to him and finally hopped into the car.Oliver greeted, “Hi what’s up.”The blonde shook his head, staring around the expensive interior of the car. “This is a new one. Congratulations, boy, your drugs and sex tape business is paying off.”“You can say that again, “Oliver beamed, “When folks like you keep patronizing me, the whole world will come bowing to me.”The blonde chuckled, dug his hand into his bag and pulled out two wads of dollars which he slapped into his palms.Oliver’s lips curved in smile. “Which of my products do you want?” he inquired.“Any sex tape?” the blonde demanded.“Yes I got a new one, well edited at the best studio in town,” he construed.“Heh, I need it unedited this time. The faces of both partners must be seen so as to attract huge vie
Grandma, Brian and Ciara were seated to a mouth-watering dish at the dining table. Ciara had informed grandma about her resignation from the farm because of her wedding which was due to take place in two days, and upon Brian’s advice grandma had hosted a dinner to bid her farewell.They ate quietly and Ciara was forced to commend the cook that prepared the food.“This is sumptuous,” she muttered, yet masticating with a rare appetite. “Who prepared this?” she paused to ask.Grandma stole a glance at Brian and her wrinkled jaw dragged in delightsome smile.Brian stared at her before a huge smile possessed his oval face as he continued munching his meal.“Your Brian did,” grandma replied, opening her mouth to the peppery barbecue that was approaching it.“I thought as much. Brian; the magical finger behind the pot. He is the best thing that has ever happened to the girl folk,” Ciara eulogized Brian and admired the dimples that sank in Brian’s cheeks the moment smiles curled up at the cor
Ciara was well seated on the last row at the back of the commercial bus. The day at school went busy and draining as usual and she couldn’t wait to question Oliver for going home without her. He had promised not to see her ply the commercial bus; that it was too demeaning and embarrassing for the girl of a rich boy. Although she always had fun exploring commercial buses, she rarely held discussions with other students who most often than not misunderstood remarks with jocular intention.She had experienced the most memorable and most intriguing moments with other students in a commercial bus; the other day two students whom she assumed to be lovers had a quiet quickie just a few inches from her spot; and at the other time a boy, a cute albino Mexican had written a love note and tossed to her. When she unfolded the note, she beheld the roughly scribbled message; Are you searching? Please marry me. She had laughed uncontrollably as other passengers glared at her unable to fathom the
Ciara was highly infuriated at the sight of her nudity which was making the round at school. Upon beholding the video, her mind went straight to Oliver. Obviously she had no other boyfriend than he and what crazed her so much were the scoff, gossip, and mockery of her that hung across the school.When she got to her terminal, amidst gnashing teeth, she boarded a VIP taxi to Oliver’s home. She was going to teach him the lesson of his life. He would have to explain to the nude video- there was a mystery and she was out-and-out to know the mystery.She was sobbing now. The taxi driver caught hold of her drawn wry face in the mirror in front.“Hi, hope all is well?” the driver asked and when his answerer gave him the cold shoulder he said, “Did your boyfriend break your heart. Is a pity, take care OK.”As for Ciara’s sobbing there was no stopping her, she had her face in her soft palms and wailed on. She wanted to understand Oliver’s reason for mistreating her. The effervescent of disgust
Ciara curled up at the corner of the wall in her room, her face looking all red and nose and eyes dripping of tears and her body suffered from her pounding heart. As she wailed her whole body trembled and shook like a tennis ball on a vibrating table. Overnight, the leaked nude video of herself had ridiculed her and put her name on the lips of every student, and haters. Walking freely in public became an issue that dazed her body with itches. Free living wasn’t a thing for her anymore, so she absconded from school and turned up to be a loner, so as to avert the attention of scoffers.On social media her name was an anthem, and the video went viral with barely three million views accumulatively. With clenched teeth, she read the gross comments of viewers and endeared the curses and scoffery of enraged viewers that flooded her official page- a page she created few months ago to canvass for her fashion business in the near future. Now she had lost her business to lust. She was losing e
In a jiffy the door creaked open and the prison warden pranced into the visitors’ waiting room with Mr. Fanny; it was then Mrs. Fanny raised up her gaze which had been downwards all along.His hair wasn’t a clean cut any more, dread locks filled his scalp, with jaw carpeted with grey, neatly-carved beards and mustache. The orange overall was closely fitted due to the muscles and tight skin underneath, and a tattoo of an axe was stamped on the right arm, while on the left arm Ciara was stylishly written with a shapely flower by it; he had earned this in its entirety within a short while in jail. His eyes held fire, lips paused dryly and eyes blinked once in an interval. As he sat opposite, Mrs. Fanny, his wife, he asked her a million questions with his malicious glare and sadness that hung on his brow.“You have ten minutes,” the prison warden reminded them and quickly tucked away, standing and staring at the liveliness in the prison through the window.For a minute only their offensiv