I LOVE HIM
Frank's of the story
continued
It happened that a big Lorry that just offloaded
goods that afternoon was packed by the side. As to what made the guys collide
with the Lorry was what I couldn't lay my hands on. But later, I learnt some
days later from eye witnesses that they tried avoiding a petrol tanker emerging
from another artillery of the road when they blindly collided with the lorry.
That was the hand of God. But at that moment, I didn’t even care to stop. I
drove faster until I got to Cynthia’s place. Of course, she directed me to
where she described as her parents’ house at World Bank. She was actually my
GPS that moment. Mehn!!! The house was very huge and good looking from outside
and portrayed her parents financial capability. We drove inside the compound
which was the biggest I have seen in my life, I alighted and helped her inside.
When we got inside the house, I didn't care to observe the house very well. I
just got delivered from the lion's den and interior decoration was the least of
my problems at that moment. She was very curious to know what was wrong and
from the look in her eyes, I noticed that she was really frightened.
"Frank what is the problem? why are those guys after you? Are you a
Cultist? Please tell me what is wrong? and don't tell me nothing..." She
asked while fidgeting and panting at the same time. The question just came like
a tsunami on me. I was just not in the right state of mind to take such number
of questions at a go, but all I could say was "YOU, because of YOU".
I said looking away from her surprised spirit, soul and body.
Cynthia's side of the
story
OMG!!!! I couldn't believe what I just heard. At
first, I thought that he was joking but he repeated it over again. Jezz!!! This
guy is not serious. Why would he tell me that I was the cause of what just
happened some minutes ago? Something that got my life on the line? I couldn’t
believe he was serious about what he said. I was cork sure that those guys
would sure have guns with them. Frank stood behind the couch in my parent's
living room staring at me like a child being questioned by her mum for stealing
a meat from the pot of soup. "Frank please tell me something reasonable.
Plea..s...s..se!!!. But don't tell me you are a criminal or cultist because I
won't want to hear that" I shouted desperately. "Am not" was all
he could say. "You are not what?" she shouted back at me. Frank came
and sat down beside me and held my hands repeating his former phrase.
"Just because of you". I was dumb founded at that point. This guy must
be mad. At that point, some part of started regretting why I get to know him in
the first place. I lacked words to express my utmost surprise to him. "
What are you talking about?" I asked him. "Do you have any problem
with anyone? Is your dad a politician or are you betrothed to someone? are u
royalty?" Frank replied like a Nigerian, answering questions with questions.
But those questions did not in any way say anything about me. I wasn't and
never had been betrothed to anyone in my life, my dad was never a politician,
so, what is he talking about? I kept pondering over the whole stuff in my mind
and staring with a mixture of meanness and confusion at Frank. It was then that
I noticed that irrespective of the air conditional and fan in our house, he was
sweating profusely. "I can't believe you are sweating like a Christmas
goat under an air conditional. What are u hiding from me? Don't make me regret
meeting you in the first place" I frowned at him. "If I hadn't met
you, I wouldn't have been in this mess" He cut in and this time very
serious. It dawned on me that he was very serious about the whole thing being
my fault. I Sat down on the floor and all my vocal cavity could produce was
"Explain please, because I am lost here. What must I have done to have my
life on the line of death? OMG!!! am finished". Frank placed my head on
his shoulder while petting me and he narrated all that happened to him. Every
single detail that was needed to be told. I was maniacally bewildered. All
these happened and he failed to say a word to me? But who must that be, who is
behind all this? and besides aside from my friend Sharon, nobody has ever heard
anything about Frank from me. "It can't be Sharon na. C'mon babe, she
doesn't know Frank and besides Frank was Kidnapped a day after we met" I
murmured. "Could it be Mike?" I asked staring at Frank. You needed to
see the shock on his face. If that question had come from someone order than
me, there might have been a serious Fracas that moment.
Frank's side of the
story
"What? You must be joking. Mike can't do
that" I cut in sharply. Though he seemed to be the only one in the picture
aside Cynthia and I, I can't just believe it if anyone should try to convince
me that he was behind all these. "But come to think of it, is there anyone
you wronged or maybe a guy you refused his proposal?" I asked. "None
I can remember". I have known Mike very well for years now and I don't
think he could do that. But at this moment, I was seriously combining the
pieces of what happened on that day. Joining every single damn piece. Mike came
to the hotel and while leaving he told me something of being the first to
sojourn to this island. " Did Mike make advances at you?" I asked
Cynthia. "Yes, he did severally.". I was confused. So, Mike could do
this to me because of a girl after these years?" Nope. it can't be him.
But come to think of it, those guys came to the hotel some minutes after Mike
left Cynthia and I, did he call them on phone since he knew our location?
OMG!!! this is not good at all". I was depressed and frustrated. Cynthia
took me to her room and made me a glass of hot tea. After some couple of
minute, I stood up to leave. I told her that I will need to go home and
confront Mike. But she insisted that I should stay behind adding that its
unsafe for me to go outside. At that time, it was already some minutes after
9pm and her parents are not yet back from wherever they went to that Sunday.
Mike called my line just after I must have decided to stay back but I ignored
his calls. He called me for the nth time and I still ignored his calls.
Seriously, I was very annoyed with him that moment. It was a mixed feeling of
doubt and hate at that moment. My feelings were like that of a beast at that
point in time. I asked Cynthia to show me to the guest room so that I could get
some good rest but she insisted that I stay in her room with the conviction
that was not a guest in their house and as such I should stay with her in her
room. Seriously I had this fear for ladies, they can manipulate you to doing
their bidding. I was the first to take a shower. That was somewhat close to the
best shower of my life. The bathroom was spacious with what I call “the
necessary body and soul stimulants”. I was in the bathroom when her parents
came back. She showed me to her parents after I must have finished taking my
bath. Though I was clueless of what to say to the parents, I had to act normal.
After normal pleasantries with Mr. and Mrs. Dickson, Cynthia introduced me to
them as the guy that saved her project work. They were happy and welcomed me
with open arms. But they instructed Cynthia to take me to the guest room of
which she obliged. Once more, I thought I have been liberated only for Cynthia
to stop me half way to the guest room. "And where do you think you are
heading to? My room is just behind you and that's your destination" she
smirked. "But...t...t your pare....n....n...t...." I stammered. She
crossed my lips with her finger and I was close mouthed immediately, just like
a dog does when the master gives an instruction to him. It was as if she had a
remote specially made for me and the worst of it all was that the remote seemed
to be running on direct electric power, fully powered and not cells. I followed
her to her room. I was tired and had to retire to the couch in her room because
I expected her to sleep on the bed. She told that the bed is meant for sleeping
and not the couch. I told her that I was okay on the couch but she insisted
that I should sleep on the bed since to her, I was a visitor and that was the
only place meant for a comfortable sleep. "But I thought she said I was no
quest in the house? just imagine. People confusing people." I said to
myself. She entered the bathroom to have a shower while I lay on the bed
waiting for the next ship heading to the isle of the blessed to transport me to
the other side. Just as I was about boarding a ship to the other side, I felt a
cold shiver in my spine. It was as if something magical crossed my veins. It’s
been long since I felt such. I turned to get a glimpse of what troubled my sea
of no tide, and there was Cynthia on top of me wearing a very sexy and
mouth-watering lingerie.
To be continued.
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