Wretchedly Rich

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 17

CONTINUATION

Could I be dreaming? Could my mind be playing tricks on me? I sunk in thought, getting saved by the bell almost immediately.

Left with no option but to walk back to class, I forgot about the old man’s words, clinging to the dreadful incidence and memories of Adaeze, as I moved to where my desk was situated, taking my seat with head getting placed on my desk; as I dozed off before anyone could say jeez Louise!

The sleep didn’t last long, anyways, as I was being jerked up, drenched in sweat. “Wha-what happened?!” I yelled, seeing everyone looking at me.

“You were talking so loud. What did you see?” Adanne asked with a worried look.

I couldn’t remember what exactly; all I could remember was a voice telling me to run. “I-I have to go,” I stood up, uttering nothing else as I zoomed out of the class.

°°°°Adanne°°°°

I was really getting worried about him. These days he’d distance himself and not talk to anyone unless being called. I wished to know what was it that was bothering him—if only he didn’t push me away.

°°°°Obiajulum°°°°

I wasn’t myself anymore. I had countless dreams; horrible nightmares; each having something attached. I wanted them all to stop… to be me again, and not have to act all strange and make everyone not want to be with me.

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The chief priest and the many with heart as cold as ice wanted Obiajulum for themselves. They didn’t want him dead just yet. By all means, they wanted to have every drop of blood that flowed through his veins s—-d until there was not a single one left.

“The boy still lives.” Ahugwanle appeared in the form of a child.

“He lives!” the chief priest and all who were present, bowed to honour their master.

“Why are you yet to kill him? Do you not know that he is the key to my destruction?”

“Master—” the chief priest made to speak, as the god in human form stopped him from saying any further words. “You have until the fourth market day,” He said, “Or heads will roll!”