"Mother!" Tamira exclaimed, wide-eyed.
No one was in more shock than the woman who had just walked in.
"What the hell are you doing with... with... Oh my God," she said and started to fan herself with her hand.
Tamira quickly helped me sit down and then rushed to the woman. I found the woman in question very family at first but after Tamira called her mother, I was sure of who she was.
Tamira's mother was the same woman whom I saw her face under the bed when I was only a little child. She was the one who killed my parents back then.
All of a sudden, I felt a building level of anger and hate rise in my chest. I was once again seeing the murderer of my parents after all these years.
"Mother, It's not what you think," Tamira said to her mother, picking up her purse.
"Then what is it?!" Mrs. Wilson scolded Tamira.
"I mistakenly hit him with my car on my way out of the gates. I had to make sure he was okay." Tamira explained.
"Correction Tamira. You did not hit him with your car. The driver hit him with your car. If there is anyone who needs to pay it would be the driver and not you." Mrs. Wilson said to Tamira.
"Besides, it's not like he is worth paying anything for. Just give him a dollar or two and he will praise you like a goddess." Mrs. Wilson added.
"Mom!" Tamira exclaimed.
"What?! I'm just stating the obvious fact." Mrs. Wilson said.
"Are you teaching me what to do? Your mother?" Mrs. Wilson questioned.
"No mom. I'm not doing anything of the sort. What I'm saying is that maybe you just need to be a little polite. Try maybe treating people differently?" Tamira suggested.
Mrs.. Wilson scoffed. "Serious? I don't know why you have to take after your father." Mrs. Wilson said.
"Just get rid of him as soon as you can. After that, please get the maids to sanitize that area he was standing on some minutes ago and the sofa he is sitting on now." Mrs. Wilson said and walked away.
"Hold on." I heard Mrs. Wilson say.
I heard her footsteps as he walked back and she was standing in front of me but at a kind of distance that seemed she was running from my germs.
"My purse." Mrs. Wilson said.
Tamira placed the purse in her mother's hand. "Thank you." Mrs. Wilson said to Tamira.
Mrs. Wilson, staring at me, dipped her hand in her purse. She drew out a fat bundle of money and was counting it in front of me. Mrs. Wilson stopped her count halfway and took out just one bill. She tossed it at my feet, laughed, and walked off.
I, however, did not pick up the money.
Tamira sighed. She sat beside me. "I'm sorry about my mother. I don't know why she behaves that way with people." Tamira said.
"You mean why she behaves that way with poor people?" I retorted.
"Don't talk like that," Tamira said.
I picked up her mother's dollar bill and placed it in her hand. I closed her hand on it and looked directly into her eyes. "Not everything is about money," I said.
That was sure to impress Tamira and I was right as she looked on in amazement.
"You know what? You are something. I look forward to seeing you again." Tamira said and smiled.
"Now what do you say? Friends?" she asked me, stretching her hand forward for a handshake.
"Friends," I replied and shook her hand.
"Come on. I insist that I take you home." Tamira said.
I got up and staggered at first before walking normally. We both left the mansion and boarded her car. I and Tamira sat at the back while the driver sat in the driver's seat.
"Which way ma'am?" the driver asked Tamira.
"You have to follow Devon's directions," Tamira answered the driver.
The driver's eyes met with mine in the rear-view mirror. I saw the way he glared at me and then turned to face the road once again. It was obvious he did not take a liking to me at all. However, I did not care about it one bit. I didn't come here to exchange words with a driver and neither do I plan on diverting my plans to him.
"Which way are you going?" he asked me.
"To the right," I answered.
The driver followed and after a while, I told him to take a left turn. After reaching our poor village, I told the driver to stop.
I saw the surprise in Tamira's eyes. "You live in this place?" Tamira asked.
"Yes. You want to mock me now?" I asked her.
Tamira shook her head negatively to the question. "I'd never do that," she said.
Tamira got down from her car with me and started to follow me. "What?" I asked her.
"Nothing. I just want to see where my new friend lives exactly. That's all." she answered.
Tamira's driver was about to follow us but Tamira stopped him.
"I will be fine on my own. I'm not a baby." Tamira said to him.
"But ma'am. These kinds of people can be very dangerous. I need to follow you so I can guarantee your safety." the driver opposed.
"What kind of people? The same kind you used to be before my father picked you and gave you a well-paying job? Look here my dear driver, I will go with Devon and as I do so I don't want to see you following me from behind, or else I will fire you myself." Tamira threatened.
We both walked away and this time the driver did not follow us. In no time, we reached my home. Tamira looked at everything with intensity in her eyes, as if studying us.
The wet and unstable wooden floor that was supposed to be the porch, though without its roof. The squeaky sound that came from the front door as I just opened it, and the almost empty room-sized house with just two mats and a pile of torn clothes in a corner of the wall.
I went in and Tamira still followed.
"I'm sorry but I don't have anything to offer you," I said to her.
"That's alright," Tamira said and looked around.
"I want to help you but I have to talk to my parents first. I never knew people lived this way." Tamira said.
At that moment, my uncle walks in. He first spots me. "Devon, you're back," he said.
"I was able to..." my uncle was saying but dropped what he was holding the moment his eyes landed on Tamira. Uncle Francis immediately picks up his things and at the same time, avoids eye contact with Tamira.
"Uncle, what's wrong with you?" I asked him.
"N... Nothing. Nothing at all." he replied, stammering and hiding his face from Tamira.
"I'll be outside if you need me." my uncle said and left with everything in his hands."What's wrong with your uncle?" Tamira asked."I have no idea," I replied.Tamira shrugged. "I have to go now. I'll see you whenever." She said."Goodbye," I said and she left the house while I remained inside. My uncle came in seconds after Tamira left."Who was your friend there?" Uncle asked."By the way you behaved, I'd say you already knew who she was," I said.Uncle looked around nervously. " are you looking for?" I asked him."Me? Nothing. I just need a spot to place these things." Uncle said."There is space everywhere. Why search?" I asked.Uncle put the things aside and sat on a mat. "Never mind that Devon. I think I need some air. Please leave and let me rest a while." Uncle told me."Okay. If that's what you want." I said and exited the house.Uncle Francis was hiding something but what? I have to find out but I also have this Tamira issue to deal with. Just then I saw Jason approaching.
"Yes madam." the maid answered."Okay. You can leave." Mom said to the maid. The maid left and mom turned to dad."You can sit down now." Mom told dad and he sat."Why did the maid need to disinfect the sofa?" Dad asked mom as she sat beside him and I sat on a different sofa."Tamira brought in some filth earlier today." Mom said.'What filth?" Dad asked.Knowing that mom was referring to Devon, I had to oppose immediately. "Devon is a human being, not filth mom," I said to her."Yes, a very dirty human being." Mom said."You brought someone inside the mansion in my absence?" Dad asked me."And not just anyone dear. Tamira brought a poor dirty nobody into the mansion. He didn't even have any footwear on. He left his footprints everywhere." Mom said.Dad ignored her."Why?" he asked me."Dad, I hit him with my car by accident and that's why I brought him inside. Just to help him out and make sure he was okay. We are friends now." I explained."That was very sweet of you dear. I am prou
Some minutes passed by and I kept taking glass after glass of alcohol, feeding the anger in me."Isn't that a little too much babe?" the man beside me asked. I ignored him as I gulped down what remained in the glass I was holding. I took the bottle in my hand and the man next to me held my hand."Hey! Let go of me!" I yelled at him and he did just that.I stuck my tongue out at him and he just returned it with a disgusted look. "What you are doing is not lady-like and you can't handle your liquor," he said."You are not the boss of me," I told him."Really? How about I take you home with me. I don't think you can walk home in this condition." the man said and I got on my feet, staggered forth and back a bit then vomited on his suit.He bolted up to his feet and looked down at the mess on his suit. "Do you have any idea how much that costs?!" he yelled at me.I laughed, hiccupped, and emptied my bottle on his shoes. "Stay away from me. All you care about is money." I said. I tried to
Tamira got on her feet and so did I. We both stepped out of my house and went to meet the man."Tamira! How are you?! I hope that brute did not touch you." he exclaimed so dramatically."No Thomas. Devon would never do anything bad to me." Tamira said to him. "Just take me home," she added.Thomas opened the front door so Tamira could seat beside him in the front but instead of going in, Tamira opened the door to the back seat and sat the. Thomas was annoyed by her action but didn't say anything. He shut the door and went round to the driver's seat, giving me a warning look before sitting and closing the door.They drove off and just as they did, I saw my uncle returning. It seemed to me like he was hiding or something.Uncle Francis went inside, completely ignoring me as he passed by and shut the door. At the same time, I spotted Jason approaching. Remembering the assignment I gave him, I also moved forward to meet him."Any information about my uncle? You followed him last night rig
"Sir. I'm afraid we can't do that. Do you have a doctor's permit?" the seller asked me."Since when did I need a doctor's permit to buy poison?" I questioned him."Okay, sir. May I know what the reason for your purchase is?" he asked."I have a rat problem," I said. The seller scanned me from head to toe with his eyes and then he laughed. "Rat problem?" he asked me and laughed some more."You don't even look like you have a home, talk less of it being infested with rats. Tell me, young man, where did you get the money from? Did you steal it?" he asked.Enough was enough for me. I have had it with people looking down on and insulting me just because I was poor. I grabbed the man by his collar and flung him over the counter to the side I was standing. He landed painfully on the floor.Holding on to his shoulder, he groaned and crawled away from me on his butt. "Are you going to sell the poison to me or not?" I asked as I towered over him."I'm going to call the cops that's for sure," he
I watched as his eyes closed up slowly. My uncle was gone now. I flung it aside by the chin. That was the end of that hypocrite in my life.The door opened and I turned to see who it was. Jason walked in and was about to tell me something he suddenly saw my uncle's dead body on the floor and kept mute."This..." Jason said, in a calm voice.Jason walked over to where the body lay. He lifted my uncle's arm and dropped it then did it again and again."Devon! Your ki..." I placed my hand over Jason's mouth and removed it after he got the message I was trying to pass across."You killed your uncle?" he asked, in a whisper."The bastard got what was coming to him," I replied. "I have no regret about what I did," I added."Devon. You could go to prison because of this." Jason warned. I laughed at his words."What is so funny? We are in a dangerous situation right now." Jason panicked."What is funny is the way people react to murder. When a rich man kills a poor man it is somehow considered
The car parked in the middle of the scene and turned out to have carried along with the press as they all came storming out of the car. From the driver's side of the car, a leg stepped out and then the person in question came to view completely."Miss Tamira," Simon said, not expecting to see her at all. And I must admit, even I did not expect to see her here."Officers. This man is innocent." Tamira said, taking off her glasses."I am afraid that's for the law to decide Miss Tamira Wilson." the officer, who seemed in charge, replied Tamira."We are only abiding by the law Miss Tamira," he added."Oh really? Officer if I may ask, when did this so-called murder take place?" Tamira asked."We believe it to be last night," he answered."And how did you find out about it?" Tamira asked."Through a witness." the officer answered. The press made sure to capture every moment of this in pictures and video form."Good. Very good. So can we all see your proof that he is indeed responsible for w
Mrs. Wilson POV:I knocked over the glass table as I lifted it with force with both of my hands. It smashed into pieces and I felt some pieces hit and cut the skin of my legs but I didn't care. The pain was nothing compared to the anger I was feeling.How dare she?! That little bastard! How dare she?! I tried my best to work from the background, to ruin the life of the man who thinks he can stain my image with his presence! But what did my foolish brat of a daughter do?!That's right! She threw me right in the trash! She exposed my name to the press and live to the whole world!My daughter accused me and pointed fingers at me! I will make her pay for this regardless of her being my daughter. She will face my wrath and once I see her stupid face after she returns, I will tear it apart!Right in the middle of my rage, my phone rang.I checked to see who was calling but it was from an unknown number."Hello?" I said as I answered the call."Hello madam. Madam please I need your help." th