episode 8

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‘Dear, please hold on, you’ll be alright, I
promise’ Helen cried as the nurses rushed
her husband into the theatre. They had an
accident, a trailer had crashed into them,
smashing the windscreen and injuring her
husband who’d been in front seat, how
Nelson got out alive.
‘Mum? How’s dad’? Mark rushed towards his
mother.
‘Honey, he’s badly injured but he would be
fine, I hope so’ she cried.
‘Where’s your sister? Why is she not here’?
Helen wondered.
‘I couldn’t tell her, you know how close she
is to dad, I didn’t want her to get worried
about him’ Mark replied.
‘Good day Madam, please I need to see you
in my office’ a doctor beckoned to her.
‘God see us through’ Mark sighed and took a
seat. He clutched to the necklace he’d
bought for Grace, that was the very first
thing he’d bought for her since they started
dating,yet she dumped it at the garden. It
was really strange.
‘Hey boss, how are you holding up’? Nelson
took a seat beside him.
‘I’m fine, what really happened out there’?
Mark eyed the driver.
‘Well, I don’t know, but I wasn’t speeding,
that’s for sure, the trailer driver just had too
much to drink’ Nelson replied.
‘I just pray dad comes out alive and strong’
he inhaled deeply and fiddled with his
phone.
‘Yea’ Nelson replied and felt for his phone, it
beeped twice.
WHAT IF I TOLD YOU THE BULLET WAS
MEANT FOR YOU? WHAT IF I TOLD YOU
WERE SUPPOSED TO DIE? CALL ME.
‘What’s all these’? Nelson muttered to
himself as he read the words of the text,
what was the crazy blogger talking about.
‘Are you okay man’? Mark saw the worried
look across his face.
‘I’m okay, thanks’ Nelson rose to his feet,
someone was playing mind games with him
and he needed to teach the stupid blogger a
lesson.
Mark watched as he walked away, why was
he not injured? And why was his mother
equally not wounded? Something wasn’t
right, he wasn’t stupid, Grace had told him a
lot of things about his family before she
died, one which led to the last fight they
had, they were just too dirty and
abominable, but he was starting to believe
her. What if his mother was having an affair
with the driver? And they were trying to get
their dad out of the picture.
‘Mark…’ Helen called weakly as she returned
from the doctor’s office.
‘Mum? What did the doctor say? Is dad
going to be alright’? he rose to his feet.
‘He’ll be fine, he just needs some time’
Helen sighed with relief. The doctor assured
her that he would be fine, but he would be
unconscious for some days as the accident
affected his nervous system.
‘I’m glad mum’ Mark squeezed her hands.
‘Me too’ Helen replied. She was really glad
she hadn’t lost her husband, that wasn’t
what she’d planned, the boys failed her and
she was going to deal with them for hurting
her husband, they had failed to adhere to
her instructions.
Earlier that day, she’d contacted some
assassins and sent them a picture of
Nelson, the plan was for them to follow their
car, then block them and get Nelson out of
the car instead of crashing into the vehicle.
Nelson couldn’t live, he knew too much
about her family and that was very
dangerous for their reputation.
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I was restless, I prayed to God to save the
pastor, if the man died then my days in the
mansion were numbered because Helen
would send me out that very same day. It
wasn’t easy being fatherless, it was a great
burden to bear.
I had already prepared lunch and cleaned up
everywhere, so I had nothing doing and was
a bit bored.
I still wondered about Mark and Grace, those
two must have really been close, but why
did she suddenly pack up and leave, it
wasn’t right and that ignited my curiosity.
Was Mark a bad lover? I shook my head, he
seemed like a caring and romantic type of
guy. A smile played on my lips as I realized
the obvious reason of her mysterious
departure: Helen must’ve been the reason.
She must have found out about their affair
and must have become very mean to the
poor girl, that was the most likely reason.
‘Or what if she was pregnant and he denied
it’? I spoke aloud.
I rose to my feet and fetched her album
once again, I needed to watch those
pictures, maybe they could help me find my
answers.
‘House of secrets’ I repeated the words of
the note I’d found days back.
I dropped the note aside and kept watching
the pictures, it’s either Grace was a very
good writer or she was crazy, the mansion I
lived in was owned by a man of God and
there were no dirty and dark secrets.
‘Who do we have here’? I found another
picture of her smiling with a handsome
young man, they seemed well acquainted
with each other. I couldn’t discard the
picture that easily, I noticed something
about it, she wore the necklace I found in
the garden, and on the picture was written :
‘ROMEO’, had she been cheating on Mark?
What if he found out and killed her? I went
wild with ideas.
‘Open this goddamn door and bring me my
food’ the banging on my door brought me to
reality, Rose had woken up.
‘Okay, I’m coming’ I slid out of bed, Mark
had not told her about their father’s
accident, maybe that piece of news could
humble her a bit, she was so arrogant, I
wondered briefly how Grace coped.
‘Where’s my brother’? she asked dryly and
settled on a chair.
‘He went out’ I replied and offered her a
plate of jollof rice.
‘To’? she raised her brows.
‘I don’t know’ I answered.
‘How would you know? Dummy’ Rose
fetched her buzzing phone.
‘Hello darling, it’s been such a long time,
Romeo’ she paused and gulped some water.
‘Yes baby, how are you and the family’? he
asked.
‘Fine, you forgot about me’ she sounded sad.
‘Well, I remember you now, you kept pushing
me out of your life, saying your family
wouldn’t approve of us, I still want you Rose’
he said.
‘Well, that was then, my family don’t hold
the aces no more, we should see soon’ she
replied cheerfully and brought the call to an
end.
‘What are you looking at dummy’? she
sneered at me and I scurried out of the
kitchen. She’d call the man ‘Romeo’, that
reminded me of the inscription on Grace’s
photo with the handsome guy, could they be
a connection?
‘I need more’ she called me back.
She thought about Romeo briefly, she had
turned him and many guys down because of
her father, but he no longer cared about her,
he no longer loved her like his own, so she
had to find new outlets to release her inbuilt
desires.
She had met Romeo in Church, her father’s
church to be précised, he introduced himself
as a Blogger and writer, what drew her to
him was his cuteness, Romeo was a very
hot guy but he was very broke, but he had
not worshipped there for a very long time.
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Thankfully, the pastor had two drivers
working for him, himself and some middle
aged man, the other car had been badly
damaged, so the church driver had brought
a Sienna to transport them back to the
house.
‘Good afternoon boss’ he hailed the man.
‘Nelson, I’m happy you’re all alive, God is in
control’ the man said.
‘Yes he is’ Nelson replied and walked some
meters away from the car, he needed to
warn the blogger.
‘Hello? Am I speaking to the owner of Hot
gossips blog’? he waited patiently for an
answer.
‘Yes, my name is Kachi Romeo, can I help
you’? the blogger asked.
‘Hey listen up, I don’t know what game
you’re up to, but I don’t have any
information to sell, just back off, even if
there was something to tell, I don’t snitch’
Nelson scowled.
‘Slow down, Mr Nelson is it?’ the blogger
asked.
‘How did you know my name you freak, are
you stalking me now? I’m calling the police
on you and your stupid blog’ Nelson
threatened.
‘Well before you do, I’d like you to know the
fact that I know something about you, a big
dark secret and if I’ve got proof, if I leak it,
you’ll lose your job even your life, so just
listen to me first, I don’t want to coerce you
into working with me, we could be partners,
we could work this out real fine’ the blogger
explained rather confidently.
‘Are you blackmailing me or what? What do
you know about me and why do you want
this family so bad’? Nelson asked, heat
crept up his neck as he tried to recall all
the bad things he’d ever done.
‘I know you’re sleeping with the pastor’s
wife’ he replied coolly and Nelson froze
where he stood.
‘Hello? Mr Nelson? I need you to trust me, I
promise your secret is safe with me but to
gain your trust, I must show you something
first’ he continued.
‘What do you want to show me’? there was
so much fear and panic in Nelson’s voice,
what if the blogger had a video clip of him
and Helen?
‘Someone made attempt on your life today
but the wrong person was injured, I want to
show you this person’ the blogger said.
‘You’re crazy, what are you talking about? I
don’t even have enemies’ Nelson rubbed his
chin.
‘Everyone has enemies, you slept with yours’
he replied and the line went dead.
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‘Nelson’ a shrill voice cried out his name
and jerked his from the sea of his disturbing
thoughts.
‘Madam’? he swirled and faced Helen and
Mark.
‘We have to go’ she ordered and slipped into
the car with her son.
‘Okay then’ he replied and join the rest in
the car. So many things ran through his
mind, first, how did the Hot Gossips blogger
get to know about his affair with Helen? The
news crippled him, she was going to kill him
if she ever found out about it, she would
blame him for tarnishing her image.
‘So mum, now dad is down, who’s going to
handle his appointments’? Mark asked.
‘Not to worry, that’s why I’m his personal
assistant, and we’re holding a powerful tarry
night this week, we have to keep members
on their toes for God’ Helen sighed.
‘Nice one mum’ Mark replied and was
surprised to hear his mother sound so
spiritual.
‘Your father would be fine, everything would
be fine and soon we’ll live our normal lives’
she rubbed his hands.
‘Yes mum’ Mark replied.
She had this feeling Nelson was up to
something, Mark and her had stepped out of
the hospital and met him on a call. She’d
read his features as he spoke to whoever,
something wasn’t right, that gave her
courage to plan for his death another time,
what if he told the world about their affair?
That wasn’t what troubled her, it was her
carelessness, letting him bury the decaying
hand they’d found in Grace’s room that
bothered her, what if he had plans of
blackmailing her, how stupid she’d been.
‘Are you okay mum’? Mark noticed she was
frowning.
‘Sure, I am’ she replied and took one last
glance at Nelson.
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