The Runs Girl

Episode 30

I allowed the call to ring for sometime before picking to avoid appearing desperate.

“Hello,” I answered on picking. “Goodmorning my honourable senator.” I greeted.

“Goodmorning,” the senator replied. “How are you?”

“I’m fine sir and you?”

“I’m fine too my senator.”

“I called to inform you that tomorrow is my birthday and that I would be celebrating it in a big way and would be needing your company. Hope you will be available?”

“Yes I will,” I replied feeling elated.

“Ok see you tomorrow. My driver will come and pick you by 4pm.”

“Ok sir. Thank you sir,” I replied.

“You’re welcome,” he responded and dropped the call.

I lay on my bed feeling like a top business mogul. It was the first time I was attending the birthday of a senator and I felt like a queen.

Just then another call came into my phone.

This time it was from Leo hotel and the client was a returnee from America who needed a call girl for the night.

I instantly accepted the job and was at Leo hotel at exactly 7pm.

The receptionist was already familiar with me and all he did was tell me the room number and I went ahead to locate it.

I knocked on the door and went in.

The client in question was Ray – the guy who drugged me and raped me sometime ago and ran away with my money – but I pretended like I didn’t recognise him.

I had this little kitchen knife which I always carried in my bag for protection incase of unexpected violence from a client.

I drew it out and faced him.

“Before the count of three give me my money or I will stab you to death!” I bawled advancing towards him.

“Sorry sorry wh-wh-what are you talking about?” He stammered with brows raised.

“You drugged me, raped me and ran away thinking that I won’t find you right?”

“Please please don’t do this to me,” he begged shaking with fear. “It was the devil’s handwork.”

An uncontrollable fit of rage swept through me as he gave that excuse and as the memories of the events of that night flashed through my mind.

I lost control and stabbed him three times in the abdomen with the kitchen knife.

Blood spurted out from the wound as he clutched his stomach tightly writhing in pain.

I stopped briefly as the reality of what I just did hit me but fit of annoyance engulfed me one more time and I stabbed him two more times till he lay still and could move no more.

The entire bed-sheet was red with blood.

With trembling hands I dropped the kitchen knife back into my bag, went into the bathroom to clean up and hurriedly left the hotel before the management discovered Ray’s lifeless body in his own pool of blood on the bed in room 119…