Two Worlds - Season 1 - Episode 73

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Two Worlds - Season 1 - Episode 73

He reversed to her and tapered eyes at her. “What makes you believe he isn’t guilty? You were not at the scene. You don’t know who made me like this.”
“Richard didn’t shoot you.”
“Then who did?”
The painted twins frowned; their faces no more shone as when she first painted them. They frowned at her for painting them, for creating them to live in same home with such a… They deserved better. “I wasn’t at the scene. You were.”
“That’s another way of saying you don’t know who shot me and who didn’t.”
“What were you doing at the orchard?”
“What did your Richard say he saw me doing?”

The foaming liquid in the mug released bubbles that multiplied themselves and died same instant. “He said he believes you were engaging in a crime deal.”
Fixed at the television, he tuned to a channel of some white men playing ice hockey, running around the ice. “His conviction is true.”

The liquid in her throat hardened into a huge lump and hit her stomach with a thud. “You were engaged in a crime deal?”
“Yes.” He reduced the TV’s volume and reversed to her. “I’m a heroin dealer.”
A blow surged up through her. The liquid in her stomach almost found a passage through her mouth. “Bakare. P-Please don’t joke.”
“Most people can’t tell when I’m joking or not.” He wheeled closer to her. “So I just tell them if I am or not.” The black of his eyes morphed into a lump of coal, burning in a river of turpentine. “I’m not joking. But don’t be afraid, I’m a drug dealer, a businessman, not a killer.”
He was not a killer; she could leave unhurt. She tried to speak to the frightening air. “So it’s true. You were engaging in a crime deal at the orchard.”

“All your friend, Richard, told you is true.”
“He told me one more thing—the person who shot you was a woman.”
He wheezed in air and huffed out. “The Richard is right. His wife shot me.”
Ezinne… How possible? Ivie’s lids closed and when they opened, Bakare had wheeled to her direct front.
“You see,” he began, “I’m not the only one who did unexpected things.” He smirked and then coughed.
“Why did you lie to the police Richard shot you?”

“To save myself. If the police find out I was involved in a heroin deal, I would be thrown into jail. Would you like that?”

Yes, she would. Every flesh of his soul should be thrown into jail.

“I know you would.” A new smirk found its way through his lips.

“Why did Ezinne shoot you?” She tried some sombreness if that would wipe his smugness.

He rolled himself back. “I can’t tell you everything. If I do, you probably wouldn’t come here again, and I wouldn’t like that. When next you come, I will tell you.”
She held her mug and poured all the liquid in her mouth. “Come testify in court, Bakare. Come say the truth.”
“Now, you’ve said your reason for coming.”
“Will you come to court and testify?”
“Yes, I will testify. I am witnessing, but the question you should ask is whose side?”
Her organs churned and burned from within, with every liquid in her functioning as fuel. “You are testifying for the State?”
He turned to the television. “The State met me first.”

“But if you testify for them, you won’t be saying the truth.”
“Truth is an abstract phenomenon. It doesn’t exist.”

She bowed her head and fixed at the cerulean rug. “You proposed to me, Bakare, and I said yes. You said we could work. I believed you, held on to that. Is this how—”
“What relationship do you have with this Richard, anyway?”

“He is a friend. I called him to the orchard to help save you.”