BETRAYAL (EP 1)
SNEAK OUT
Its Friday morning, 2:00AM to be precise when i sneaked in through the window, i've been partying since 10PM just after we finished saying our night prayers. Its something i'm used to, sneaking out of the house every friday night to go to clubs with friends. My dad was a deacon in my church, the house rules were strict, no male visitors are allowed, i'm believed to be a VIRGIN.
This night was different, i quickly sneaked in and changed into my night gown, oblivious of my surroundings, i didnt notice my room door was wide open until i finished wearing my night gown. At the sight of the door wide open, i felt a cold chill run down my spine. "Did dad check up on me?", i started thinking of different excuses to give as i kept blaming myself for the precautions i failed to take before leaving. "Jeez! I left the window open after sneaking out, he definitely knows i went through the window". As i kept thinking of what to say, i heard a loud noise downstairs, i became scared, so i walked slowly towards the balcony, i could hear weeping, mum was crying, they just shot Junior. Now i was scared.
"Where did you keep the money? Speak up before i kill your last child?" One of the men said, ignoring my mum who was still weeping over the loss of her first child. "Which money?" i asked myself still in shock. Its the first time we've been robbed, its the first time i've ever seen a gun in real life. I laid down upstairs peeping through the balcony. "David, please give them the money, we've lost one child already, i wont lose another", i heard my mum say as she held my dead brother's corpse on her laps. Now i was in shock, it felt like a movie, this wasnt real, this isnt happening. "Great!" i muttered as i recalled my phone was with me, but before i could go back to my room and take it, someone called. "...i just want to be where you are, dwelling daily in..." my phone's ringtune echoed rounding the house. David was probably calling to ask if i sneaked in safely. "What is that?" the leader questioned my dad. I can swear my heart skipped a beat, what if dad tells them its my phone and they ask him where i am? I quickly crawled slowly into my room trying not to make a sound. If i should take the phone, i would be implicated, i quickly hid under the bed as i watched in Fear from under.
"Hello!"
"No, not yet"
"Yes, he is Dead"
"Alright"
"Nope, no sign of her"
"Alright."
I watched as he left my room and closed the door. "That definitely wasnt David", i thought to myself. But that was my phone, and the caller was definitely the man that hired them, how did he get my number? How did he know they would be here? Was my brother the primary target? I was getting confused. I slowly tried to crawl out when my leg hit some sort of bag, "That wasnt mine, How did it get there?" Still tucked under my bed, i kicked the bag out and crawled out. I zipped it open, it was filled with hard currency, it wasnt dollars, i've seen a dollar more than once, and it definitely wasnt naira, i believed it was pounds.
"How did dad get a hold of such a huge amount of money?"
Looking at the time, it was 2:30AM already. As soon as i zipped close the bag, the door to my room was opened. I couldnt help it as i shouted "JESUS!!!" ...
Its Friday morning, 2:00AM to be precise when i sneaked in through the window, i've been partying since 10PM just after we finished saying our night prayers. Its something i'm used to, sneaking out of the house every friday night to go to clubs with friends. My dad was a deacon in my church, the house rules were strict, no male visitors are allowed, i'm believed to be a VIRGIN.
This night was different, i quickly sneaked in and changed into my night gown, oblivious of my surroundings, i didnt notice my room door was wide open until i finished wearing my night gown. At the sight of the door wide open, i felt a cold chill run down my spine. "Did dad check up on me?", i started thinking of different excuses to give as i kept blaming myself for the precautions i failed to take before leaving. "Jeez! I left the window open after sneaking out, he definitely knows i went through the window". As i kept thinking of what to say, i heard a loud noise downstairs, i became scared, so i walked slowly towards the balcony, i could hear weeping, mum was crying, they just shot Junior. Now i was scared.
"Where did you keep the money? Speak up before i kill your last child?" One of the men said, ignoring my mum who was still weeping over the loss of her first child. "Which money?" i asked myself still in shock. Its the first time we've been robbed, its the first time i've ever seen a gun in real life. I laid down upstairs peeping through the balcony. "David, please give them the money, we've lost one child already, i wont lose another", i heard my mum say as she held my dead brother's corpse on her laps. Now i was in shock, it felt like a movie, this wasnt real, this isnt happening. "Great!" i muttered as i recalled my phone was with me, but before i could go back to my room and take it, someone called. "...i just want to be where you are, dwelling daily in..." my phone's ringtune echoed rounding the house. David was probably calling to ask if i sneaked in safely. "What is that?" the leader questioned my dad. I can swear my heart skipped a beat, what if dad tells them its my phone and they ask him where i am? I quickly crawled slowly into my room trying not to make a sound. If i should take the phone, i would be implicated, i quickly hid under the bed as i watched in Fear from under.
"Hello!"
"No, not yet"
"Yes, he is Dead"
"Alright"
"Nope, no sign of her"
"Alright."
I watched as he left my room and closed the door. "That definitely wasnt David", i thought to myself. But that was my phone, and the caller was definitely the man that hired them, how did he get my number? How did he know they would be here? Was my brother the primary target? I was getting confused. I slowly tried to crawl out when my leg hit some sort of bag, "That wasnt mine, How did it get there?" Still tucked under my bed, i kicked the bag out and crawled out. I zipped it open, it was filled with hard currency, it wasnt dollars, i've seen a dollar more than once, and it definitely wasnt naira, i believed it was pounds.
"How did dad get a hold of such a huge amount of money?"
Looking at the time, it was 2:30AM already. As soon as i zipped close the bag, the door to my room was opened. I couldnt help it as i shouted "JESUS!!!" ...
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