The thought of going to Omoye’s parents house scared the hell out of Osagie, things would have been easier if Omoye was happy with him.
At least he now knew the reason behind her attitude to him, this Sandra issue had totally complicated his life, he now had so many tasks.
He had to apologise to Omoye, he had to beg her parents. What if she had informed her parents? That would indicate that there was fire on the mountain. And besides he had to find a way to break up with Sandra.
He took his phone and dialled Omoye’s number, he would keep trying till luck decided to smile on him.
The attempt was futile as the operator informed him that the number was not reacheable.
He made a second attempt, this time he was lucky as the phone rang, he prayed she would pick up. Maybe today was not his lucky day, he sighed as he ended the call, she still was not picking his call.
He wanted her back, he had been foolish to make a mistake in Lagos and if he had the chance, he would rectify his mistakes, see what the quest to make quick wealth had done to his relationship.
He leaned back against the chair while resting his head, he would keep calling her till she picked the call.
“You abiii?” The man flogged him again.
“I’m sorry sir,” he begged while trying to rub his back where he was flogged.
The man did not stop but kept on flogging him, all his pleas, screams and cries fell on deaf ears. He was to weak to even stand and run away, the man kept flogging him with so much energy and gusto.
With each stroke that landed on his skin, Osagie thought his breath would disappear from him, but it seemed his body chose otherwise.
The man however kept flogging him, when the cane broke Osagie felt joy gladden his weak bones, at last the man would stop with the punishment.
But to his utter dismay, the man brought out a pistol,
“Since the cane is slow and ineffective. Let me just teach you a lesson you’ll never forget.” he said while corking the gun.
Osagie hid his face, “please sir, I beg you, forgive and forget. I’ll marry your daughter in the proper way, I’ll be a good son-in-law.”
He kept on begging and making promises, if Omoye’s father was bent on ending his life then he was truly dead. Was this how he was going to die? He had dreamt of the day he would walk down the aisle with Omoye. But things had fallen apart, every of his plans had totally shattered.
Where was Omoye? She should come and beg her father on his behalf, why was the man even wasting time to pull the trigger?
He looked up and saw that Omoye was kneeling before her father with tears in her eyes.
The man had then pocketed his gun and left, Osagie crawled towards Omoye and hugged her,
“Please, forgive me, I made a mistake and I’m sorry, please.” he kept on crying, she was not saying anything but the fact that she kept quiet and hugged him back was enough.
The ringtone of his phone woke him from his dream world, with the rate at which he was dreaming nowadays he would beat the record of Joseph the dreamer.
He looked at his phone, Omoye was calling, was he still dreaming or was he finally awake?
“Dami?” Dare shouted, “Hanhan, what’s going on here? Why are you fighting your best friend?”
Dami just stood looking fierce, she used her hands to wipe away the saliva on her face. She had mixed feelings, a part of her was happy that brother Dare had come to her rescue while another part of her wished she had gotten extra time to beat Evelyn.
She looked at Evelyn who was packing her bags, silly girl she thought.
Dare looked at the two girls in front of him, he asked a question and none of them was providing an answer, why would Dami fight her best friend?
He walked up to Dami, “Dami what happened?”
Dami who had been acting strong suddenly burst into tears, how would she explain to her cousin.
Evelyn hurriedly took her bags and sandals and ran out of the sitting room.
Dami just kept on crying, Dare who was confused just simply embraced her, he did not know what transpired but he knew children and teenage fights resulted from nasty issues. Hopefully they would settle when the time came.
Tinu had then come into the picture when Evelyn and her mother kept on tormenting her.
She had no idea what Tinu had done to them but the problem of Evelyn troubling her had been settled.
That was the last time she saw Evelyn, the girl had transferred to another school months after and now she was back to torment her life.
She looked at Chinaza’s cousin who still had her head buried in a magazine.
Her phone started to ring again, it was still a private number.
She was infuriated, Evelyn seriously needed to free her.
“Evelyn, would you free me?” she shouted
“Ehn? Who is Evelyn?” the caller asked.