NEW STORY : Adventures of a Street Girl – Season 1 Episode 10

NEW STORY : Adventures of a Street Girl – Season 1 Episode 10

My night was horrible, it was a nightmare,
and it was the worst night ever.

Getting attacked in Michael’s house (which is one of
safest place anyone could ever live in) is
really scary. The thought of leaving is no
longer an option, it’s better for me to stay
here and get attacked but still have someone
to save me, than to leave on streets once
more and get attacked and have no one to
save me.

Right now I am in the living room, sitting on
one of the long couches, with Ada still
holding me, my body can’t seem to stop
shaking and my neck still hurts from the firm
and tight grip the intruder had on me, I was
given some water to drink to help with my
throat cos the grip on my neck felt like my
esophagus was being sq££zed together ( like
squeezing an orange, yes I know ,bad…but
that’s the only way I can explain it, it was
horrible) the whole household was with me,
this means, Ada, Michael, Edgar and
Michael’s younger brother Stephen was here
with me . I and Stephen don’t really talk; he
is a bit like Michael, quiet and reserved,
always in his room or in one creepy room he
always goes to. I asked once what he
normally does in there, but everyone seems to
say I should forget about it and mind my own
business, sometimes I think he does
something illegal in there that’s why no one
wants to tell me. Anyway, if they say it’s not
my business then I guess I’ll stay out of it,
for now. But now the main issue is, why did
this guy come into my room to attack me.

I am a nobody. I have no family, no one


whatsoever. But still he attacked me, tried to
kill me. It’s really confusing.

NEW STORY : Adventures of a Street Girl – Season 1 Episode 8 & 9

Michael and Stephen tied up the intruder; he
is currently sitting on the floor. Everyone is
staring at him, me with fear and confusion,
Ada: fear alone, Michael: anger and probably
hatred, cos if looks could kill the intruder
would be dead by now, with the way Michael
is looking at him. Stephen….Stephen has an
eerie vibe or should I say look…… he looks like
if the intruder was given to him to handle he
would take all pleasure tormenting him and
he would do it slowly. Edgar was looking like
himself; grim.

With these various looks apart from Ada, I
was beginning to get scared of these guys, I
still don’t know who they really are. So we
are all here in the living room and we are
here because Michael insisted we wait for
Gibson to arrive, he called Gibson immediately
the intruder was tied up. Relaying the whole
situation to him. We later found out that the
window in my bedroom was opened, and I
remember closing it but it looks like the
intruder got in through my window. So here
we are, waiting.

15 mins later, we heard a knock on the door.
Edgar walked forward to open it, and Gibson,
came in. and he wasn’t looking happy. He
looked very angry. The first person he looked
at was Ada, looking at her from her head
down to her legs, making sure she was
alright. Then he looked at me, Saw me
holding my neck cos it still hurt and he gave
me a sympathetic smile. Then he looked at
Michael and asked;

‘’ so where is the idiot that had the nerve to
come into this house at night’’?

NEW STORY : Adventures of a Street Girl – Season 1 Episode 8 & 9

Michael looked past Gibson and Gibson
followed his eyes, seeing the intruder tied up
close to one of the couches. He stalked
towards him and used one of his legs (fitted
with boots, which looked like army boots too)
and gave him a hard kick. The intruder fell
forward hitting his face on the hard marbled
floor, I heard a crunched up sound like his
nose had cracked or something, wow that
must hurt. Then Gibson looked at Michael
and said; ‘’ should I take him to the
headquarters down to the holding room?.
Michael didn’t even blink,
 he answered
immediately, saying yes. Gibson turned back
towards the intruder hauled him up. And
began to push him out of the house.

The intruder kept screaming …my nose! You
broke my nose! You b—–d! you’ll pay for
that…ahhh my nose! Its bleeding, give me a
tissue or something na…..

No one answered him, so Gibson just kept
pushing him. Well I guess that’s the end of
the nights event, but I wonder what happens
in the holding room?. Michael then came
towards me and knelt down in front of me, he
removed my hands from my neck to take a
look at it.

‘’How bad does it hurt’’, asked Michael.
‘’Not that bad’’. That was a lie I just didn’t want to get him worried.

He looked at Ada. ‘’Ada please give her some
pain meds for her neck’’.

‘’Yes sir’’. Ada got up and left to get the
meds. Once she had gone Michael took her
place, holding me, he said. ‘’He is going to
regret ever laying his hands on you. I promise
I felt chills go down my spine; I really
don’t want to be in that intruders shoes right
now. Cos whatever Michael has planned for
him. Won’t be good at all.


The next morning, I woke up, looking around
my bedroom, I saw Michael sitting on one of
the chairs close to my wardrobe. He startled
me making me push myself towards the head
of the bed in an attempt to get away from
him, the reason why I did that is because I
wasn’t expecting him there, shoot! I wasn’t
expecting anyone at all. Glaring at Michael I

‘’what are you doing in my room’’?
Looking at me calmly he said, ’’ Protecting

Still glaring I asked, protecting me? Why
would you do that?We locked the windows
and every door in the house……. and then I
looked at my door, realizing he got in
because my door wasn’t locked, shoot?
Stupid me.

Michael got up from his seat and walked
towards me, and then he sat down on my bed
beside my legs close to my waist, holding my
hand in his, he said;

‘’Fola’’, seeing you on the floor last night,
crying and terrified out of your mind, almost
drove me to madness, you mean a lot to me,
and seeing you that way almost made me kill
the b—–d that tried killing you. But I didn’t.

So please, if I want to sit in your room and
watch over you, or sit outside your door and
watch over you, I will do it. Ok’’?

Wow. That shut me up real good. I had
nothing to say, so I just nodded my head.

Michael smiled at me; and said, ‘’good, now I
want you to go into the bathroom and get
cleaned up, then come downstairs and have
breakfast with me. Ok’’?

I nodded my head again staring at him, still

He got up, kissed my forehead, and walked
out of my room. I stayed on the bed for a few
more minutes, thinking about what Michael
just said, then getting up like a zombie I
walked to the bathroom and got cleaned up.


I and Michael having breakfast around 8:30
in the morning was quite nice. We were both
sitting across each other in the amazing
dining room table, him at the head of the
table, me at the bottom. This is because it
was just the two of us. And I was having my
favorite….pancakes and eggs…..hmmm

Michael hasn’t said a word, his still his
moody weird self like always. But I was a bit
curious about what happened to the intruder,
Was he arrested?

Did the police let him go?

Will he come back?…. I mean where is he?
And most importantly who is he? And why
did he want to kill me. knowing that I won’t
be able to get these answers on my own, I
quickly finished my breakfast, sat upright and
watched Michael eat, he’s quite slow in
eating for a man his size….eats like a snail.

So I waited…and waited….sigh..still waiting.

Was beginning to get bored, when Michael
suddenly placed his fork in his plate , took a
deep breath, picked up his coffee and took a
sip. Then he looked at me, no…..he stared at
me. His coffee was in his hand and he was
looking, really looking…. like he wanted to
make sure I was ok. Which I was by the way.

Anyway we were looking at each other too
much and I needed answers. So I fired him
with my question. This is how it went….

Me: what’s up with the guy?

Michael: what guy?

Me: the ice cream guy, then I rolled my eyes
at him , I mean who else will I be referring to?

Michael: Fola you’re not making sense. What ice cream guy?

My God is he daft? Has he forgotten what
happened last night? Wasn’t he the one that
watched over me last night while I slept?

Me: Michael the intruder, what?, should I say
the guy that tried to kill me?
Dropping his coffee, Michael got up from his
seat, and came to sit beside me; he held my
hands and said;
‘’Fola, I know what you went through last
night must be hard, after Gibson left, and you
were taken upstairs to sleep, I felt a bit
worried that you might have a restless night.

And I was right. You woke everyone up with
your screaming twice last night, that’s why I
came to your room to watch and protect

Squeezing my face in confusion I asked, ‘’but
you said you were in my room to protect me,
you didn’t mention me screaming. And why
can’t I remember’’?

Still holding my hand he said, ‘’I was in your
room to protect you, cos you were restless
and I guess you just forgot, the incident must
have caused you to have nightmares. But I
noticed me being in your room, calmed you
down a bit. You didn’t have any more

Taking a deep breath, I said, ok but you still
haven’t answered my question.

Ignoring what ijust said he asked, ‘’Fola, are
you alright? Do you want to talk about last

He had not even finished asking me the
question, I had already started to shake my
head in a no gesture. I was never going to
talk about it. Talking about it will make me
remember and I didn’t want to remember.

‘’Fola you need to talk to someone about it’’.
No, Michael, I’m fine. I want to know what’s
happening with the guy, please.

Michael was quiet for a few seconds then,
Looking at me with a determined, scary look,
he said, I’m taking care of it.

And at that very moment I knew that if
anyone messes with Michael or anyone he
cares about, that person will be in for some
big trouble.

3 days later
For the last 3 days Michael has been very
very busy. I once asked what he has been
doing that has got him to be so busy and he
said he’s taking care of some issues at the
office. But I was a bit concerned because on
the 2nd day after the incident, he came home
with his knuckles bruised. I thought he was
involved in a fight, but when I asked he gave
me one lame excuse saying he fell down, I
mean how does one fall down bruising the
knuckles? Mshww…… rubbish.

So today I have decided that I am going to
see this office of his. Gibson called it ‘’ the
 I think. Anyway I am going to
visit him in this office of his.

Holding my iphone 6, the one Michael got for
me during our shopping spree and my Gucci
hand bag that has a long strap, and…..
dressed in blue jeans with a red top , wearing
my sandals made by Next, I walked out of the
house determined to go to Michaels office by
myself. But wait o, I was almost killed about
4 days ago, me going out by myself is not
safe. So I looked around for someone that will
go with me.

I didn’t see anyone in front of the house so I
walked to the back, there I saw one of
Michaels driver, Michael’s driver is no
ordinary driver cos he’s tall and huge, he
could a bodyguard too, so he was perfect.

Awesome someone to drive and protect me……
putting on one of my best smiles, I walked
confidently to the driver.

Waving at him in a miserable way I
said …..’’hi’’

The driver was sitting on a stool; immediately
I got close he got up saying.. madam.

I hate it when I’m called madam, makes me
feel old.

Bello hi, how are you?
I’m fine madam.

Ok, that’s good. We both stood there, neither
saying a word. I was rethinking asking bello
to take me to Michael’s office, I mean will he
even take me?……..bello decided to break the

Madam, can I help you?

Getting out of my thinking zone, I said..yes
bello, you can, please I need you to take me
to Michael’s office.

Ermmm…..madam I’m not sure that is a good
idea o. oga no dey like person go hin office o.
I wondered why he suddenly switched to
pidgin language, anyway I must go to
Michaels office, even if bello has refused to
take me.

Ok, bello thank you, I’ll go by myself. And if
anything happens to me, it will be your fault.
Turning around I walk away from him, 4 steps
away, he called me back.

Madam!. Wait!.

I stopped and turned back around. Looking at
him, I waited patiently to hear what he had to

I will take you to Mr Smiths office, but he
won’t like it o.

I nodded my head letting him know I
understand. I just wanted to know his office.
Unknown to me going to Michaels office
would be the day I will know who Michael
really is.

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