NEW STORY : Adventures of a Street Girl – Season 1 Episode 12

MICHAEL
Seeing Fola running to the elevator almost
gave me a heart attack, I have never felt such
fear in my life before. I thought she had
finally realized that I am not good for her.

All I’ll do is give her heart ache and pain. But I have fallen in love with her and she is the
only woman on earth that I have ever loved,
well……except my mother. You see my dad Mr.
Jackson smith killed my mum, it’s hard to
believe but yes, he did. But he swore he
didn’t do it. But how can he say he didn’t
when I saw him on the ground with my mum
in his arms covered in her blood holding the
murder weapon which was a knife. He was
right there, covered in her blood and all he
could say is that he saw her like that?. Liar,
big, fat ugly liar. That’s who he is. And I hate
him so much. Now he’s in jail, paying for
what he did. His younger brother Mr. Lucas
smith was convinced that my dad killed my
mum. He said he was there when it happened
but as usual my dad denied it.

You see my dad was a wife beater, his life
was so miserable that all he did was smoke
and drink, once he was done smoking and
drinking, he would come home to beat up my
mum over silly things, And my mum?

My mum, would take the beating, I kept
wondering why she would still be with a guy
like my father, but I later realized that she did
it all for me. She didn’t want to leave me to
grow up to be like my dad, so she would
advice me never to beat a girl no matter
what; she would say I should try all my best

 

never to become like my dad. Sometimes she
would take the blame, saying she did
something bad that’s why my dad had to
beat her. I never believed her; I know that
whatever a lady or a woman does no man, no
husband is to beat her up, no matter what.

My dad was in charge of a construction
company. Yes, he was a millionaire. He was
so rich he didn’t know what to do with his
money. So he spent it on drugs and women.

And my mum ignored everything.

He and his brother always fought and his
brother’s friend Mr. Jacob was always the
one to separate them. Mr. Jacob was my
dad’s friend also. So i guess he was the one
to stop my dad and his brother from killing
each other.

Ever since my dad went to jail I have been in
charge of his company but at the same time I
wanted something for myself, that’s why I
decided to go into the army when I was 20
years old, I spent five years there in the army,
then came back to Lagos to start my security
company. And it’s doing well so far.

Everything that belongs to my dad is mine, as
long as he rots in jail. I hope he never gets
out. He has to pay for what he did.

So seeing Fola run away got me really
scared, because ever since my mum no one
has ever made me happy, no one. but she
shouldn’t have left the safety of my house,
someone wants her dead, and she still left, I
was so mad when I saw her in my office, cos I
felt she had no value for her life, but god she
looked so good. In her jeans and shirt,
everything fitting her so nicely. Fola has no
idea how beautiful she is, she is like a
goddess, my goddess of beauty. I have to
protect her; she is the one for me. So I will do
everything in my power to keep her safe.

Running into the elevator after it finally
opened with Bello behind me, I called jenny
the receptionist down stairs to stop Fola.

Then I called Becky, I really don’t know why
she keeps that her afro with the red design on
it, but anyway I called her and told her to tell
john in the control room to make sure he
doesn’t open the gate for Fola.

The elevator finally stopped and I ran out like
my butt was on fire. I needed to get to Fola
immediately. I got to the reception area and
looked at jenny, but all she said was that she
was sorry, she couldn’t stop Fola. I left her
where she was and ran out of the building,
screaming for Fola to stop, I know she heard
me, cos she was running out of the gate, and
we were not really far from each other.

But then something caught my eye, I stopped to look, and what the hell? Whose car is that?
And why is it heading towards Fola?.

I thought it was going to hit her, but instead
they did something even more frightening.

They took her. They took my Fola away from
me. Whoever is in desperate need of trying to
kill my Fola will regret ever having a life. I’ll
make sure of that.

2 days later

I have been locked up in this tiny room for 2
days now. It reminds me of my mother’s
house. It looks like the same room I and my
mother have lived in before she threw me out.
But that can’t be possible, no it can’t. Since I came here the only thing I’ve eaten is bread and water. I stink and I feel very
uncomfortable in this jeans.

But anyway I’m so glad none of my
kidnappers have tried touching me in anyway.
That will be a nightmare.

Shortly after I was kidnapped, I woke up in
the car , the one that held me in the car had
a very bad mouth odor. It was awful, smelt
like garlic and rotten fish. Yuck!. In the car he
licked the side of my neck, and it was like a
frog using its tongue to lick me, it was
disgusting. I elbowed him in his ribs and this
made him to slap me. so I had been slapped
twice that day. They were beginning to piss
me off.

So now I’m in this room and no one has said
anything. Getting up I walked to the door and
tried my luck trying to see if anyone was
outside.

Yelling I said, ‘’hello! Is anyone there?!.’’

No reply… I really needed to get someone’s
attention so I did something un lady like,
something unusual. Taking a deep breath I
yelled..

‘’Hey!’’ I’m on my period, I need some sanitary towel, like right now, I’m practically bleeding all over myself, it’s very uncomfortable, and please bring some pain killers for me, I also have menstrual pain’’.

Immediately I was done yelling my best lie so
far, the door started to rattle… heheheheh…
that got their attention. Mshwww idiots.

The one with the smelling mouth came in
first, followed by the second guy. They were
both very tall. Like 6’3, they were both black
and had huge body structures, and they were
cute, I know annoying right? Cute kidnappers
that are disgusting. All the men I’ve seen
these past week are huge, Michael huge,
Gibson huge, Bello huge, Stephen huge, even
some of the men in Michael’s office are huge.

Tor, nawa oh.

The smelly moth guy spoke first. Looking at
my jeans, he bent a little and walked forward
to see if I was really bleeding. I decided to
help him out. Lifting a leg i placed it on the
bed.

‘’oya see now? You won see blood abi?.
The idiot looked at me in anger, then he
looked at his colleague, it was so funny the
way he sq££zed his face.

‘guy this girl is not bleeding oh. She played
us.’

I was getting tired of just standing there, I
needed answers and I needed them now.

So I asked.

‘ pls who is in charge here? With a tired,
bored, look, I looked at them very well. They
both looked very well ignoble. They actually
looked a bit derelict cos seeing the way they
dressed, it wasn’t good at all. Yea I know I’m speaking big English, I learnt them in
Michael’s house, reading his books. Oh God I
wonder what he’s doing? Is he looking for
me? Does he even care?. As I was standing
there thinking, the kidnapper, the one that
slapped me first spoke.

[B]‘Small girl see, person just tell us say make we carry you bring you for here, that’s all’’.

I was confused. who would say that, and
why? So I asked,

‘’Emmmm……who sent you to kidnap me’’?
‘we don’t know the person. They just called us on our phone and gave us your description and where you stay. That’s all’. said the one with the smelly mouth.
I came to realize that the one with the smelly
mouth could speak good English, the other
couldn’t . So if the one with the smelly mouth
could speak English, doesn’t he know or have an idea on how to keep his mouth clean? He must have gone to school now? He’s
supposed to know how to keep his mouth
clean.

Anyway I tried asking another question I
really needed to know who was after me and
why?

‘ok, can you just tell me if it was a man or a
woman?’ as quick as the words left my mouth so did their two big feets. They left the room without saying a word. Banging the door
behind them. Sigh. I guess that’s it then. I
might never see Michael again. And I’ll never
be able to tell him how I really feel.

2 more days later

I have been here for 4 days now. No one has
come to declare being behind my kidnapping.

I am way the hell pissed. This has gone way
too far. I am not some chicken that they get
to keep as a pet. Even chickens have a little
bit of freedom, haba. While I was complaining
I heard a woman’s voice, and it sounded very familiar. I’ve heard that voice before, but where?.

I began to hear footsteps, someone walking in
heels, the sound kept getting closer, then the
door handle began to shake, it opened and a
lady walked in… A LADY, A WOMAN. I know this woman . oh.my.G.o.d. no! it cant be ? it cant be her. this cant be the person that is behind my kidnapping, G.o.d please no.

She looked at me and gave me a sinister
smile. That smile that I hate so much, that
smile that tells me she is ready to get money
and in a bad way, this lady the reason for my
suffering.

She walked closer to me. I shifted to the end
of the bed by the wall, she climbed the bed
and followed me. Coming real close to my
face she said,
‘’hello my dear Fola, did you miss your
mother?’’.

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