Fuck And Run

Episode 8

I studied the sitting room with little interest. The floor was tiled, an old clock hung on the wall. The time was already ten minutes after five. No TV set or electronic appliances apart from an old Compaq computer sitting on the dining table. I decided to make use of the computer to browse the internet for any news about our escapade. I approached the dining hoping the computer was still alive, thankfully when I pushed the power button it beeped to life. I searched a nearby cupboard and saw an internet modem; I plugged it into the USB port and checked for any active data subscription, it was positive so I opened the browser and surfed popular blogs in the country.

The story was already online, only few blogs carried different storylines, the rest were just copy and paste. Pictures of me and Tiffany were everywhere. Some headlines were “Mike Adewale’s wife paroling town with a stranger.”, “Is actress Tiffany Johnson seeing another?” etcetera. Some of the blogs even termed me clueless for continually looking at the camera.

I switched off the computer and started wondering what was taking tiffany too long, I decided to go outside and see for myself.

As I approached the door Tiffany ran into me panting. I grabbed her and tried to calm her down bur she was trying to tell me something. She was breathing difficultly, tears was rolling down her eyes.
“Charles I haven’t been totally honest with you” she said with difficult breathing. Then she fell off, I caught her mid-air.
“What do you mean?” I asked. I was really scared by then.

She placed her right arm on my cheek. “I’m so sorry Charles, Run!” she spoke those last words with sympathy in her eyes. Then her hand fell flat on the floor, blood rolled out of her nose. She stopped breathing, I felt her pulse but didn’t feel anything, and Tiffany was dead, in my arms.

Her mouth was still open from the last words she spoke, I stared at her lifeless eyes, and they were still urging me to run. I was confused as to what might have happened. Then I saw my phone on the floor, I went and picked it up, checked the call log and saw that she dialed Mike‘s number. I looked at her body, ‘Did Mike kill her?’

Her last words kept ringing in my ear. I’m so sorry Charles, Run!

I went and knelt down beside Tiffany, closed her eyes and la!d her straight. Tears were already forming in my eyes. I couldn’t embrace it, Tiffany was dead. The sound of the main gate crashing open jolted me back to reality, I rushed to the window to see what it was. I saw a familiar dark figure approaching the door hastily holding a silenced short gun in his right arm; it was Segun, Mike’s security man.

Immediately he saw me, he aimed his gun, I ducked. Didn’t hear a sound but the window glass was already scattered on me. I rushed and locked the door. Contemplating whether to leave Tiffany alone, I realized her left hand had been pointing towards a door.

I looked back and saw segun’s dark figure smirking behind the window. He was aiming his gun again. I dived, didn’t hear any gunshot; must be cause of the silencer. I dashed towards the door Tiffany was pointing at.