She Dies - Season 1 - Episode 40

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She Dies - Season 1 - Episode 40

Stella opened her eyes, attempted to stand but
discovered she was tied to the chair. She tried
to scream but couldn’t, because of the
sellotape over her lips. She thought she was in
a trance. She looked around with difficulty and
everyplace was strange. She fought to
recollect but her memory was blurred. In some minutes, she closed her eyes, trying to shut off her fears and soon she became unconscious again.

After about fifteen minutes, she opened
her eyes, tried again to think, but her thoughts
were still not coordinated. She looked up to
the wall, looked around and saw a portrait
which hung on it. She immediately recognized
the huge man in the picture and that sight
brought an instant spate of memories. She
suddenly remembered everything that had
happened to her, all of them unpleasant.

***
Stella, her mum and many sympathizers who
had come to condole with them over the death
of President Williams, were sitting in the
sitting room of one of Williams’ apartments in the country’s capital. Her mum’s phone rang and she excused herself and went into her room to answer her call. Every now and again, a sympathizer or groups of sympathizers came to Stella and condoled with her over the death
of her dad. At a point, she got bored of them,
excused herself and headed to her mum’s
room. She got to her room’s door and was
about getting hold of the doorknob, when she
heard those words of her mum that instantly
pierced through her conscience and made her
feel as though she had lost breath. She
regained herself a little bit and managed to
eavesdrop to her mum’s phone call. She heard her mum saying this to the person she was talking to on the phone: Just leave him for
me. I’ll take care of him like I did with my
husband. I thought he would learn from what
happened to Williams. It’s a pity he will join
him soon. When she felt her mum was about
hanging up, she quickly but faintly withdrew to
her room. Inside her room, she was lost in
thoughts as she tried fruitlessly to predict
many things. She fought to predict why her
mum killed her dad, she fought to predict the
person she was talking with on the phone and
she fought to predict who she was saying she
would handle as she handled her dad. When it
became clear to Stella that the answers to the
questions she was asking herself were not
forthcoming, she decided with tears to confide
to Destiny Noel, the Inspector General of
Police, for he was his late father’s best friend and the only one she believed she could trust at the moment. She dug into her trouser pockets for her handset, scrolled down to Noel’s number and called him. His line was about connecting when the door suddenly threw open and behold, it was her mum.

She was holding a revolver with both hands, her face stern. Stella felt her stomach knot with fear at the sight of her mum and the gun in her palms, and the handset slipped from her hand and smashed on the floor. Her mum told her with tears that she had no option for she had known what was not meant for her. She was gradually pulling the trigger when Stella felt a sudden courage come into her and she acted. With a firm kick, she sent her mum rolling on the floor as her gun flew to the wall.

Before her mum could manage to stand and
pick her phone, Stella had run past her,
dashed out of the room and sped out of the
compound, en route for the Inspector General’s house. After some minutes drive, her eyes moved to the rear-view mirror and she observed that a black Toyota Camry was
speeding closely behind her. At first, she read
no meaning into that, but, the more she
looked at the car in the mirror, the more she
concluded that there was something cold and
sinister about the huge man behind the wheel.
The man’s physiognomy overwhelmed her. He was about thirty-five years of age, a great hulk of a man and looked like an unrepentant ex-convict.

Stella became panicky and turned left.
The Camry also turned left, chasing madly
after her. She pressed harder on the
accelerator but the Camry suddenly swept
past her, the rear end of the car skidding
sideways and finally, it halted before her car.
Stella applied brakes instantly to avoid a
collision. She was sitting fidgety in her car
when the Camry’s door flung open and
Rowland Reagan stepped out of it, his short
finger firm on the trigger. It was at this point
that Stella was bereft of her senses and she
drifted towards unconsciousness.