Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 11
Set Up
[Mike's Point Of View ]
Three week Later
After mourning my Mother and brother, we resumed school as usual. It was one boring school day. To add salt to injury, the Geography lesson was also boring, that hot afternoon.
Mr. Osita Sunday, our Teacher, was known to ask surprising questions. He had an attractive personality. His clothes were always neat and official. His shoes were also of high quality.
He’s a handsome man with an intellectual touch. He has black crystal clear almond shaped calm eyes which were deep enough to be hidden under rather spiky eyelashes and shinny eyebrows. His lips were cut, lying on a sensuous mouth.
He has a pointed nose to match his cute lips and well sculpted face dotted with freckles at the left.
He always had short curly hairs on his round head. One could almost think he was wearing a crown of fine shinny hair. He is always clean-shaven with a meticulously trimmed sideburns which
connected his moustache to his cute pink upper lips.
On the whole , he was a tall, sharp featured, well built man.
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I hope he would not catch me day dreaming. I glanced at the wall clock. The time was 12: 30 p.m. I sighed. We had 30 more minutes of “Academic torture” under ” this Academic Genius”.
I glance at him again. I wished I could catapult myself out of the classroom.He was busily buried in his teaching…..”Rocks are aggregates of minerals that formed part of the earth’s crust. They can be formed in three main ways namely ____”
Just then something caught my
attention ~ a girl. I have never seen her in my class before. Maybe she’s new in the school.
“_igneous, sedimentary and metamorphic rocks __” he continued teaching.
I made up my mind to talk to her after class.
After class I talked to her. She was very friendly and jovial. We became friends. Things moved very fast. She said her name was Pamela. Against my own instinct I kind of developed some level of likeness for her.
Whenever I asked of her family background, she would tell me she was from a very poor family and she didn’t like talking about it.
I felt her experiences resonated with mine. She looked a bit older than me. Maybe 18 or 19 years.
As the days went by,we grew even closer.
One day she said she wanted to know my place of residence.
Against my own principle, I allowed her to accompany me to my place.
She was carrying a big backpack.
“Can I help you with the bag?”
I asked.
She smiled and politely turned down my offer.
I wondered why her bag was so voluminous. I knew students as we were, we needed to read a lot of books but must we carry the whole world in our bags? To me, her load was extreme and a bit weird. Though I was curious to know what exactly made her bag looked bulgy and voluminous, I decided not to push my luck.
There was one more problem.
Remember I was living in my Aunt’s place.On the way I kept wondering how I’m going to introduce Pamela to my Auntie. Luckily she wasn’t home when we got there . My sister too wasn’t home then.
I sneaked Pamela into my single room. In the house quite close to ours ,someone was playing Eminem’s lyric:
Look, I was gonna go easy on you and not to hurt your feelings
But I’m only going to get this one chance
Something’s wrong, I can feel it (Six minutes, Slim Shady, you’re on)
Just a feeling I’ve got, like something’s about to happen,
but I don’t know what
If that means,
what I think it means,
we’re in trouble,
big trouble….
Pamela gazed into my eyes and Said, “I love you Mike.”
Her words were soft spoken but it had an effect on my heart. I felt a high sensation tingling in my
abdominal region.
My bed suddenly came into sight.
My body was perspiring. I nuzzled
her neck with delicate kisses as she unclothed.
I reasoned, “perhaps she will take away my sorrow.”
With a broad smile , she held my hands and moved towards the bed. We fell on the latex foam mattress. I gazed at her ‘ pass between the two ‘conical hills’ with amusement.
My breathing quickened.
Then my arms encircled her as if I was trying to protect a delicate treasure.
Our bodies synchronised with each other as if they were designed for each other. We gradually melt into each other, and feel the natural rhythm,locking our eyes onto ourselves for just a moment to assess our level of sincerity.
That attribute was missing in her eyes as we begin to pair like bluetooth devices. The scepticism she exhibited gave me a hunch something was wrong. Suddenly I had the power to say , “No, Stop it” and pushed her off me. She looked surprise and said, Honey,why,What is wrong?
“Nothing, “I responded succinctly. I’m still mourning my Mother and brother. ”
She laughed and say, “C’mon Mike. They are dead and gone.”
“Yes,but not forgotten.” I responded.
She didn’t utter a word for about two minutes. Then she said, I have some Alvaro drinks in my bag. Let’s drink it. I was happy. She gave me one bottle and took the second one. I was about to drink it when I have the urge to urinate.I put the drink down and went to the washroom.
When I returned, Pamela was gone. I searched everywhere for my love one but she seemed to vapourize into thin air. My drink was there. I decided not to take it again because I was annoyed at Pamela’s uncouth behaviour.
A few minutes later , I realised my Alvaro drink had burst and became very grey in colour and sticky.
I knew at once the drink was poisoned. Probably Strychnine poisoning . Realisation then dawned on me that Pamela wanted to poison me.
If Good and bad Omens exist , then I have a bad omen. As I was contemplating on the issue, I heard the incessant blurring and keening of the siren of the Nigerian police service. Soon there was a knock on my door. I opened the door only to see a well built officer.
He asked me, ” Are you Mr. Ebuka Mike?
“Yes,Officer,I hope there is no problem.”
” I am ASP George Nonso. We have been given a warrant to search your room.”
“Why,officer?”
We had a tipped off that you are dealing in harmful substances and arms.
“That’s crazy officer,am sure you got the wrong address.” Please _____.”
“Keep quiet and give me way,”he cut me short and entered the room.
To my greatest bewilderment the officer bent down and took out what I never expected to see in my room.
The police brought out guns and cocaine from under my bed.
I shouted, “What!!!” These things were not mine. They were planted by_____”
Mike ,You are under arrest for illegal possessions of arms and banned drugs. You have the right to remain silent. If you do say anything, what you say can be used against you in a court of law.
You have a right to an attorney. If you can’t afford one,the state will provide you one.”
After reciting the Miranda warning
He handcuffed me,put me in the police vehicle and sped off along with two of his colleagues.
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{Third Person POV}
Before Mike met Pamela
When Pamela was sent to frame Mike, She wasn’t sure she would succeed. She had observed him for two weeks from a distance and realised he wasn’t the playboy type of guy. She almost quit but the money her boss wanted to pay her for the job was mouth -watering.
Then the perfect moment came when she came to the school as a new student and Mike approached her.
It was then that they struck their friendship and Mike took her home. She knew there were two things she had to do. One ,poison his drink. Then set him up with cocaine and riffles so that even if he escape the poisoned drink,he would be arrested for illegal possession of arms and banned drugs.
She then called the police and gave them the direction to his house.
It was a plan perfectly executed.
Now she was going to get her huge award from her boss leaving Mike in the tough tentacles of the law.
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What happens next?
I’m sure you don’t want to miss episode 12..
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