“He has run off!” Dad shouted, dashing outside for his car.
“Bee, wait here!” Mum screamed as she ran for hers
Uncle Steve also hurried pass her, clutching his car keys.
She just stood there, dumbfounded.
Shit had indeed hit the fan
Soji ran as fast as his legs could carry him. He wasn’t very familiar with the area, so he ran by instincts. When he noticed he was drawing the curious stares of other road users, he slowed down a bit and tried to look like he was hurrying to catch a bus or something.
He was no fool. After over hearing THAT conversation, he knew he had to run for his dear life. He had known that incident would come back to hunt in.
He spotted the doctor’s car heading towards him.
HE RAN FASTER.
Bolaji drove as fast as he could. He had a pretty good idea of the nearest route Soji could have run off to. The adrenaline pumped through his veins.
He was going to kill the boy.
Bee’s mother spotted Soji afar off. She revved the engine and hurried though the streets, narrowly missing cars and people alike. Her eyes were bloodshot. There was no way Soji was escaping this one.
She was going to kill the boy.
Thirty-three year old Uncle Steve drove with a determined passion to find Soji. He just had to find him.
He saw Soji some way to his left and quickly turned to head his way. Soji seemed to spot him and run faster.
Next thing he knew, while Soji was glancing to see how far off he was; a car speeding past hit the boy.
He tried to get a closer look at the details of the car, but he had left his glasses back at the hospital and everything happened in a flash.
He had seen many accidents happen, and so he knew for a certainty that Soji would die within the five minutes that followed that collision.
… 2 MONTHS EARLIER
That fateful night when he heard steps coming down the stairs, Soji eased himself out the back door. He didn’t want to be anywhere nearby when his boss and his wife fought. He peeped through the window and saw that it was madam Bee who had come down. She was the most beautiful lady he had seen and her accented tongue always left him stunned. Watching her through the window, he saw that she had just her sleeping shorts and a low cut skimpy top on. He knew she didn’t expect anyone to be up at this time. He couldn’t stop himself from getting aroused. He watched her till she left, his imagination hitting the roof.
He then walked to his room to calm his nerves… and his hard member. Twenty minutes later, he went to the sitting room where he saw his boss sprawled on the couch. He took the bottle to the kitchen and helped himself, at first to a healthy glass of brandy. No one would notice anyway.
He eventually took four glasses and barely managed to get back to his room. He laid on the bed for a minute and then got up and headed back for the door in a drunken haze.
When he woke up early the next day, the realization of what he had done hit him hard.
He felt sick in his stomach
Bee’s mum was drunk. She had fought with Bolaji all the way back home and retired to her room as soon as they got in. She managed to take a quick bath and drowned another half bottle of white wine. She stood in front of a mirror, nude; and examined herself. She looked really good for her age and was never short of admirers. In her drunkenness, her mind twirling with ideas, she headed for the door… still nude.
Bolaji wasn’t in his room and wasn’t in the sitting room either. She hissed.
“Stupid man, now I FINALLY need him, he’s nowhere to be found”
She walked to the kitchen and saw the almost empty bottle of brandy.
She turned and stumbled towards the stairs. At the foot, she had a thought.
“Why not”, she laughed drunkenly.
She quietly turned and headed away… towards Soji’s room.
He couldn’t remember what woke him up. He was slouched on the couch, and still very drunk. His bottle of brandy and glass had been cleared, probably by Soji.
He stumbled to his feet, looked down and tried to get his bearing. Not only was the floor moving, he also noticed that he hard… very hard.
He cursed! Again and again! Damn his stupid selfish wife. He would show her who’s boss.
He staggered up the stairs, more determined with every step.
Where’s that woman’s room again?
He wondered about in his drunken stupor. He opened the door, and looked inside. It was dark
He grunted as he stepped in and shut the door…. Bee’s door.