NEW STORY : Adventures of a Street Girl – Season 1 Episode 20

Wow my mother wants to kill me; I was in
Michael’s arms letting him comfort me.

The thought of me dying is a very scary thing.

What I saw in the package was glued to my
brain. All I could see the pictures in the
package, even with my eyes closed. It was a
drawing of the things she will do to me,
causing me to have a slow and painful death.

There were also pictures of some of her girls
the ones she uses as prostitutes. Most of
them were quite small, really younger than
me. God she’s a sick woman. She needs to be put down. But come to think of it there was a note in the package. I let go of Michael,
twisted my head to the left to look at the
package on the floor, Michael spoke.

“ Fola what is it” he asked

I didn’t answer him I just let go of him and
walked over to the package that was now
beside the couch, squatting down; I picked it
up then stood right back up. I turned to face
Michael,

“This package has a note in it, did you see
it”?
 I said, looking at him

“Yes Fola, I did. But the pictures and
drawings are enough to let me know what
your mother intends to do to you, so I didn’t
see it necessary to look or read the note. It’s
useless to me”.

“ well to me it isn’t , so I’m going to read it”.

Picking out the note from the package, I read
it but not out loud. I felt terribly scared
reading the note cos simply put it was
terrifying. The Words that were written were
words when spoken will give one nightmares
for days.

 

I stood there staring at the note in my hands,
my fingers shaking every part of my body
shaking. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing.

How could a mother be so heartless? What
did I ever do to her for her to hate me this
much? The note in my hand said,
Fola,

“my daughter, I once loved you , you know?

But then you started to misbehave. I had so
many plans for you when you grew up, I was
planning on who will be taking care of you
once you reached the age to know a man.

You took my looks, my body. My daughter,
you were perfect. Right from when you were
little all my customers would ask of you, even
if it was just to see you. But I was saving you
for later. Saving you for the rich men, so,
when you were 13 I knew my hour had come,
My hour of having so much money had
arrived cos all these men were lining up for
you. I mean if I had to suffer 9 months of
carrying a child I didn’t want at least let that
child pay me back by making me some
money right?. So that was the plan.. But then
you spoilt it. You spoilt it by saying no. to
the first rich man. You’re such a stupid girl,
do you know how much money you would
have made that day? But no you were all……

I can’t do it. It’s bad, no, no I can’t. Well if you couldn’t do it. Then I had no use of you. So I threw you out.

But now I have seen that I made a mistake
shouldn’t have thrown you out. Selling you
would have been perfect. But I’m going to
correct that now. Once I get you. You will be
sold to the highest bidder. He might be a
sadist, a rapist, a killer. I don’t care, as long
as I get the money you are suppose to be
making for me. so my dear. Get ready,
because this little stunt you just played on
me won’t slow me down, it has even made
me stronger. I am going to get you, I’ll kill
everyone that’s dear to you, your precious
Michael, Ada, Stephen, Nancy and even the
maids in the house, you will have no one.

You will be all alone, as you should be. So make the most of the time that you have to spend with them, cos I’m closer than you think.

Your mother.
Xoxo.

She even wrote hugs and kisses like it’s a
love letter she wrote this woman is crazy. I
felt a hand on my shoulder; I looked up to
see Michael starring at me. He took the note
from me and read it, His face a mask of
stone, and then he placed it in his pockets.

Then he pulled me to him, hugging me.

[B]“ Fola, she won’t hurt you. I swear this on my life”. Then he pulled out his phone, dialed a number, and waited for the person on the other line to pick up.

“ yes, inspector. This is Michael, we need you to come over please.”

Pause
“ yes, Fola’s mother, she sent a note, a
threatening note”.

Pause
Deep sigh…..

“ ok, thanks, appreciate”.

He placed the phone back into his pocket
then led me back to the couch to sit down.

Ada was beside me before I even sat down,
holding me around my shoulders and
comforting me. I was beginning to wish I
never had a mum, that I was never born.

If having a mother can be this painful, then I
don’t want to have one.

“Ada, please take care of Fola, I need to do something in my office”, he turned around facing Gibson. “I need you with me”. Gibson nodded his head.

They both walked away at the same time, heading to Michael’s office.

“I need a drink”, said Becky. She got up and went over to the bar area in the dining room, few minutes later she came back with a glass
tumbler, with something dark inside, I looked
at her wondering what she was drinking,
“What are you drinking”? I asked Becky
“Scotch, its quite strong, don’t think you can handle it” then she took a sip, squeezing her face like she just drank fresh lime as she did
and taking a deep breath.

I wondered if she was faking it or if it was
actually that bad. But anyway right now I
needed something strong. My mum is a
monster I need a strong drink to help me
forget, even if it’s for a little while. So, I got
up and made my way to the bar area in the
dining room,

“Fola, where are you going to”? Said Ada, she was walking behind me trying to keep up with my steps.

“To have a drink Ada, do you want some”?.

“No, I don’t drink, and you shouldn’t either, why don’t you come and stay with me in the kitchen, a little bit of work can distract you from your mother”

“No amount of work can distract me, only a
drink, even if it’s a glass”.

I got to the bar, there were so many bottles,
and I had no idea which of them was a
scotch, so I just picked anyone. Ada tried
once more to change my mind as I looked
around for a glass. Somewhere inside one of
the cabinets I located the cups, glass cups to
be precise, they were stunted and round with
a rough body.

“Fola, seriously, you shouldn’t drink”
Ignoring her, I poured a glass for myself.

It was milky in color. Hmmm this doesn’t look like scotch or any alcoholic drink for that
matter. But since I had poured it, I should
drink it. So I drank it. And it was sweet.

Like really sweet. Wow. I looked at Ada and said,
“Ada, you should have some, I don’t think this is alcoholic at all, it’s really sweet and milky”

She looked at the bottle in my hand, then
giving me a smirk she said,

“That’s because it’s called baileys. It’s an alcoholic drink but the way it’s made doesn’t look or taste alcoholic, I’ll be careful if I were
you”.

Lifting a brow I said “this, Alcoholic?, naaa, I don’t think so, this is just a normal drink.

I’ll just stay over here and have as much as I want”.

“Ok” said Ada, shrugging and turning around to leave the bar, “I have to go back to the kitchen, need to supervise the maids for dinner”.

“hmm, ok” I continued having fun with my drink, seriously this baileys thing is awesome.

………………………………FOLA………………FOLA……………

20 minutes later
I could vaguely hear my name being called. I
think it was Michael, not sure because a few
minutes now I’ve been hearing my name from every angle, and I’ve also been seeing double.

Plus I can’t seem to sit straight. I’m also
hiccupping too. And I have a good reason to
why all these are happening; you see I’m…..

“Fola”!………….
“huh”?
 I tried sitting up when I heard my name but I almost fell over so I gave up on
sitting up and just placed my head on the
bar table.

“Fola”!……… [/B]“Where in the world is this girl”?[/B]

The voice was getting closer, and I could also
hear footsteps I think it was Michael.

Fola!
“What!” ….. kai he should come to the bar area na, before he brings the whole house down with him calling my name. But I don’t think he heard my voice, my voice sounded really loud but I bet it didn’t even go pass the room.

“She’s at the bar area Mr. Smith”. That was said by Ada……….. Yea I was right, Michael is the one looking for me.

“Bar area? What is she doing there?”
I was sitting on a bar stool facing the bar,
my back to the entrance of the dining room
and to be honest I was drunk, like seriously
drunk. It’s a good thing I’m doing this in my house, a place where I know I’m safe. Cos if I was somewhere else….sigh, I don’t know—–
I probably would have been history.

“ Fola”. I jerked upright, startled by his voice
because he was standing right behind me,
blinking rapidly— he always moves quietly
don’t know how he does that. He placed both
hands on my waist and turned me around,
regarded me carefully, then drew up his
conclusion quite quickly and said,
“You’re drunk”
With a slur in my voice I replied, “yep…..I’m drunk, very drunk, then I attempted to laugh but ended up hiccupping

[B]“Why did you get yourself drunk Fola, why did you even drink in the first place?

The inspector was here, I spoke to him, wanted to tell you what we concluded but I guess you’re not in the right mind to hear me”

Sighing I said “You know the answer to that Michael you don’t have to ask, and you can tell me whatever you and the inspector
discussed I’m listening”.
 My words were a bit clear but not very clear. The glass of liquor I was having was on the bar table I looked beside me at it and picked it up to have
another drink but Michael took the drink
away from me and placed it far away from my
hands
He sighed, then carried me bridal style. He
turned around to leave the room when I asked
“What time is it? is it too early to sleep, and you haven’t told me what the inspector said”?

We were walking out of the dining room when
he answered, “ its 6pm, we’ll talk about the inspector when you are sober”
I was quiet for a few seconds, then suddenly I
yelled “oh my God! Telemundo” Michael jerked in my arms cos of my sudden outburst,

I tried getting out of his arms struggling and
flapping my arms….

“They are showing “passion for revenge” after
that “fearless heart” I need to watch it, I mean watch them, put me down”
 all these were said
perfectly clear in my head but all Michael
could hear was….. “ paszzzionn sooonnnnn
reeneeegee” and feeelesss haaaddddd,
neeeennn nuuu waaaa demmm, me meennn
waaaa demmmm puuuu mmmm dooown”.

I guess I was getting worse

He stopped in his footsteps to stare at me
“ Fola what in the world are you saying”

“ paszzzionn sooonnnnn reeneeegee” and
feeelesss haaaddddd na, I said that hitting
his chest, which was a lame attempt cos
hitting his chest was like tapping it.

Shaking his head Michael ignored me, cos he
knew what I was saying made no sense, and I
wasn’t in the right mind to watch whatever
program I wanted to watch. So he kept on
walking.

“Mr. Smith is everything all………what the, is she drunk”?
“Yes Ada, she is”

Bending a bit backwards I said to Ada, “ Ada,
hiiiiiiiiiii”
 then I waved stupidly at her.
““ paszzzionn sooonnnnn reeneeegee”
“ oh my….she drank too much”
“What did she even drink sef Ada and what is
she saying”?,
 he was climbing the steps now
“She took baileys sir and she’s saying
passion for revenge it’s a program shown on telemundo”

He sighed again then said, “that drink is
sweet and deceiving, but it’s a good thing
she did the drinking here and not some
unknown bar outside, as for telemundo, I
don’t think she’ll be watching or doing
anything for the rest of the night till
tomorrow”.

We got to a room, not sure whose room.

I was at the moment playing with Michael’s
face, it looked fascinating to me don’t ask me why it just did.

“Your nose is really straight” with my fingers on his nose I indicated my words by playing with it.

“And I love your eyes”…my fingers went to his
eyes too, he shook his head away from me,
“ Fola, stop that”….he admonished me but I was hearing none of it. My fingers went to his ears…

“uhhhh and your ears are really cute”. All these again were clear in my head, but all Michael and Ada could hear were jibberrish.

Chuckling Ada asked, “sir, is she admiring
your face”?

“ I think she is Ada, please she’ll have to stay in your room tonight or probably for a few
days, her room is still in bad shape, plus
she’s drunk, hope you don’t mind”?

“No of course not sir, she can stay”.
I was then placed on a bed, a very nice bed and it smelt amazing too, like Ada. Michael covered me up, kissed me on the lips then stood upright.

I heard him mutter, “her lips taste like fish
and baileys not sure I like that combination”

in a disgusted tone
Then I continued to vaguely hear him talk to
Ada, “she might probably get sick at night so please be alert,”
“Yes sir. “She ate fish pepper soup today sir”,

said Ada “that’s why her lips taste like fish”

“Well ok, take care of her Ada, thanks” then I heard his footsteps, guess he was leaving the room, but wait he hasn’t kissed me goodnight, isn’t he supposed to do that. I sat up right with a jerk yelling at no one in
particular cos my eyes were closed for no
reason
“ youuuu ddddiinnttt kkkisssszzzzzzz
meeeiiiii”!

I heard him sigh again, he has been doing
that a lot lately, then I felt him sit on the bed
a few seconds later, he held my face up close
and said,

“ Fola, your breath smells bad, it smells of
baileys and Fish, I’ll kiss you properly
tomorrow and I have already given you a kiss,
you don’t need another one”

“ kai michaellllll you dddiiint give me kiss,
you peccckkk mee” luckily for me he
understood me, cos he replied by saying

“And that’s enough for tonight, goodnight love, love you” then he pecked me on my forehead, made me lie down again and covered me up. Few moments later I heard
the door close.

Then I thought maybe I shouldn’t have drank,

cos now I didn’t have a good kiss from
Michael Then I thought maybe I should thank Ada for letting me sleep in her room
Then I also thought maybe I should cook for
her to thank her
But the last thought that finally sent me into
a dreamless sleep was thinking how stupid I
was for drinking, cos it’s obvious I don’t
know how to hold my liquor.
…………….Fola……………..Fola………………….Fola………….
.
The next morning

“ ughhh, my head”—- I tried getting up from the bed but it felt like I had a bunch of
matching bands playing hakuna matata in my
brain I couldn’t think straight. I wonder why
I’m thinking about that song sef
“you’re awake”! I heard the click clacking of heels in the room coming towards where I was currently lying down and I knew deep down who it was without having to open my eyes

“nooooo” I said that with a pathetic m0an then burrowed deep into the bed covers ,
that’s Becky, she’s here, again. She’s always
here, doesn’t she work at all. I felt her sit on
the bed then she pulled the covers on me
down
“You need to get out of bed Fola, your room is going to get fixed today, this is the only
opportunity that you have to have the room
decorated the way you want it. If you want it
to look gothic cool, manly awesome,
princessy won’t be bad, like a grown woman
or matured woman sweet, but you need to get
out of bed for that to happen. So—get up!”

she emphasized this by shaking my shoulders
to wake me up.

I groaned out loud pushing her hands
away…..I wasn’t in the mood for this, my
head was banging and my mouth tasted like
rotten egg and soured milk, it was an
uncomfortable feeling in my mouth. I just
wanted to lye here without getting up or
seeing anyone, well maybe except for Michael,
where is he anyway? With that thought in
mind, I opened my eyes and turned my head
around to look at Becky, she had gotten up
from the bed, and she was walking to the
window curtain. The room was a bit dim since
the curtains were down so my guess was she
was going to open up the curtains and I was
right.

Swushhh——-went the curtains and in came
the early morning sunlight. Well I think it was
early morning cos I don’t know how long I
slept, that bailey really knocked me out.

“God Becky what time is it, and what are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be at work”? I sat upright in bed using one of the pillows to cushion my back on the headboard,

then rubbing the sleep from my hands with
both hands.

“I’m you’re nanny for today, heard you drank yourself senseless last night”, she walked back to the bed and sat down by my legs that were outstretched on the bed. Holding my small covered feet she regarded me carefully and said,

“How you feeling dear, headaches, Mouth
taste like s–t? Want another round of
baileys”?

I picked up a pillow and threw it at her; it hit
her right in the face

“Why didn’t you warn me off baileys, its sweet but deadly, ughh my head is banging” I held my head with both hands
“That’s because you have a hangover dear”

I kept quiet and just sat there. Not saying
anything.

“Fola, are you awake”? That was said by Ada
“What?…. Yea I am. Wait—-when did you get in, didn’t hear you”

“You didn’t hear me either” said Becky

“I just got in Fola, what’s up. are you ok?
You had quite an evening yesterday”

“What time is it” I asked no one in particular skipping her question. But Ada answered anyway

“Its 7 am, you slept through out for more
than 8 hours, in fact you passed out after
that drink you had”

Becky started to laugh, like really hard “she slept for more than 8 hours? Are you for real? Sweetie I think we’ve found the best drug to knock you out anytime we feel like it,

do you want more baileys? I can get it for
you”

I used my feet to kick her on her hips, she
laughed again at my attempt,

“No I don’t want any baileys, in fact I’m never drinking again, never again”

“Well then— ok”

“ kai Becky, she’s hung over, and you’re still offering her more baileys”?

“See ba Ada, you warned her last night about
this baileys, I heard you two talking, but she
refused to listen, so let her enjoy what she
has sowed hm?”

Ada rolled her eyes, then looked at me and
said “why don’t you go and have your bath brush your teeth, I’ll make something for you to eat”

At the mention of food, I dashed out of bed
and ran to the bathroom, holding the toilet
bowl, I expelled every ounce of fish and
potato out of my system, dry heaving at the
end even when nothing was coming out.

I felt a warm ,wet, cloth at the back of my neck,
then someone helped get me up, I looked at
who it was, it was Becky, she held the cloth
to my neck then led me to the shower,
“Take off your clothes Fola, shower” I then heard the toilet flush as I was taking off my clothes. Guess that was Ada flushing the
toilet, nice to know I have peeps that are
around to take care of me when I’m hungover.

“ Ada why don’t you make something for her to eat, I’ll stay with her to help freshen up”.

“Sure I’ll make something that will help with the headache and her tummy so she doesn’t throw up again” she then turned around and left the bathroom
Becky looked at me for a few moments, I can
imagine how I looked, probably like a zombie
or something, she then bent down to pick up
my clothes then walked over to the laundry
basket and dumped my clothes inside then
she walked back to me and repeated what she
had said to me, seeing as I hadn’t moved
from my spot

“Get into the shower Fola, have your bath
come out and brush your teeth so we can get
you back to your normal self”
 then she walked out of the bathroom. She yelled at me from the doorway saying, “I’ll bring your clothes for you to wear, don’t worry you’re going to
look take away once I’m done with you”

Oh God that’s not good, Becky dressing me
up, she’ll look for the tightest or shortest
clothes in my closet, sigh —-God help me.

Ten minutes later I was out of the bathroom,
with a towel around and under my armpits.

I had brushed my teeth and used some of
Ada’s body lotion and deodorant. I walked to
Ada’s bed and sat down. I tried recalling
what I did or said last night. Did I do
anything stupid, say anything stupid or
inappropriate? What exactly did I do?

Becky had left the room to get my clothes. As I was thinking or trying to recall what I did, Becky walked in with my clothes in her hands; when she got to me, she placed the clothes on the bed.

“You’re done, that was fast” then she sat down beside me “ I got you a simple jeans trouser and a top, nothing serious, since we won’t be doing any crazy stuff today.

So you’ll be comfortable, very comfortable. Ehen!

I heard Michael talking to someone on his
phone, I think the people fixing your room will
be here soon, so I suggest you hurry dressing
up, have your breakfast and be at your room
so you can let them know how you want it to
be”.

I nodded my head at her, got up and picked
up my clothes to get dressed. Becky is right;

I need to be in my room when they are fixing it,
cos I have plans for that room, big plans.

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