Tiit For Tat - S01 E43

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Tiit For Tat - S01 E43

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 43

~~Jackson’s Residence~~

When Jackson came into the room , Gina told him she was disappointed in him. He said her why and she responded, “Why?” You kidnapped my friend and expect me to be happy?”

Jackson laughed and say, “Don’t worry. I am just going to deliver her to my boss. She would be fine. Maybe you should be worried about yourself.”

She became more angry when he took light the issue lightly.

She said, I can’t see Cassandra in the face again because she will see me as a “Judas.Now tell me the truth. Your Boss doesn’t just want to apologize to Cassandra,he want to keep her a prisoner. Isn’t it?

Jackson was quiet.

She continued , “I see your plan now. You never love me. You only used me as a means to an end.”

Jackson suddenly become serious. He looked at her with cold eyes and asked her, “how did you come by that analysis?”

She remained silent.

“Ermm., huh, You know what, I think it’s time to take you home.” Jackson said.

“Yea, That’s a good idea. Maybe we need to reevaluate this nascent relationship of ours before it matures,” said Gina.

Jackson laughed and said,

“Relationship?” “Are you that stupid?” We are just having sex for fun. Forget it. There is no real relationship between us.

When Jackson said those words, it was as if he sliced her heart into two pieces while waiting for the pieces to fall down.

He sent her down the memory lane eight years ago when she was in a relationship with a fraudster called

Nelson.

>Flash back to three years ago<

Nelson Bankole, a boy Gina had dated for five years broke up with her three years ago. He came to her house around 7:00 p.m, and she delivered the exciting news to him that she had purchased two tickets for them to watch a movie premiering at Silver Bird Cinema Hall, Lagos. Nelson looked distressed by this surprise.

Gina knew something was about to go horribly wrong as he sat her on his lap and in the most honest, gut-wrenching voice spoke her name in a way she’d never heard before and that she hope to never hear again.

By 7:30 it was over. By 8:00 she had screamed and hit herself and sobbed and lost her breath.

By 8:45 five incredible years of laughter, joy, and undeniable love had been thrown away.

She had lost her best friend and the most wonderful man she had ever known in a mere 30 minutes. It was one of those “It’s not you, it’s her” kind of things.

There was nothing she did wrong; he just needed to work on himself—which she understood and respected. However, that doesn’t make the heartache go away.

The more she thought about it, she realized that the reason he broke up with her didn’t matter.

What mattered was the fact that it happened and that she was left with a massive hole in her heart. She’ve never loved anyone to the magnitude that she loved him.

The first couple of days after he broke her heart, she was catatonic, hysterical, and truthfully, she just wasn’t herself . She didn’t eat, didn’t sleep, and the only thing she could focus on was losing him.

She lost five pounds in two days because her body was undergoing massive amounts of stress. She would cry for three hours at a time. She couldn’t listen to any music that had lyrics. She felt as if the best of her was in him and that the light in her eyes had dimmed

dramatically.

On day 3, after taking a sleeping pill to actually get some sleep, she felt OK. By no means did she feel good, but admitting to herself and to the people around her that she felt okay was the first step.

She began to feel okay because she called every person that she knew that had gone through a painful broken heart.

She wanted to know what they had to say. She received different answers from everyone and she didn’t necessarily agree with the advice she was given, but every person she talked to had something in common: They were better now. Some of them were in relationships again, while others just used that time to focus on themselves and their own positive self-image.

No one she talked to died under a rock or chained to their ex-significant other’s front door. They’d all survived. They’d all moved on. Maybe they hadn’t moved on for good. Maybe, like her, they’re all secretly holding on to the hope that they can get back together one day and be as happy as they once were, but for now, they’re making themselves their first priority.

<<<<<><Flash back over ><<<<<

“Oh. God. Not again. Seeing Jackson standing a few metres from her just represented that painful memory.

“Let’s get going, Gina.”

“Ok Dear, she hardened herself to face him.

Though Jackson paid Gina a lot of money to betray Cassandra, it was at the back of his mind that a traitor couldn’t be trusted.

If Gina could betray her friend for money, it was also possible that she could betray the gang to the police or their Arc enemies.

As soon as she entered into the car,Jackson sped of without talking to her. They remained in the car without talking to each other until they reached the junction he was supposed to alight her but he didn’t. He sped off towards the opposite direction.

“I think you have missed the way , reverse to the Junction,” Gina ordered him but he ignored her.

She repeated the instruction but he ignored her again and again.

At that moment, she knew she was in great danger. They reached an isolated part of the town in the highly forested area. It looked like a forest reserve.

“Get out!” Jackson commanded her. She didn’t.

He shouted again and she alighted from the car. As soon as she got out of the car, Jackson pushed her away from the car. Then he removed a pistol from his pocket and commanded her, ” Hands up!!!,

Gina, I’m afraid I have to kill you because you know too much. My boss is afraid you may betray us one day as you have clearly demonstrated to us that you can easily compromise on loyalty.

It’s rather unfortunate you cannot live to enjoy the betrayal money I gave you. I will take it back to my boss. C’mon, give me the money, you greedy idiot!!”

She threw the money bag to him. He smiled at the sight of the money. A bible verse crossed Gina’s mind, The LOVE of money is the root of all evil. A verse most people misquote as “Money is the root of all evil. (1 Timothy 6: 10)

Jackson aimed the pistol at her. Strangely enough , she wasn’t afraid of him or death. It was as if she have been convicted of crime by an invisible court and declared guilty and a death sentence pronounced on her by a firing squad.

“Till we meet again in the afterlife, it’s bye for now, ” Jackson said.

Gina courageously told him, “not so fast, Jackson, we will all go to the afterlife NOW!!!’

BANG!!BANG!!!BANG!!!!, the gun was fired!!! A body hit the ground lifeless.

***

<Rosaline’s POV >

I was just about to take another step when I heard a voice, ” Hei, stop Right there!!!

My heart froze when I heard the command. I was rooted to the spot.

Then the voice said,”who are you?”

I turned round and gave a sigh of relief. It wasn’t the Armed Robbers. It was the police.

“I’m Rosaline Ebuka.”

There were five policemen. One of them said, “your accent doesn’t sound like a Ghanaian. Are you a Nigerian?”

I know how these people perceived Nigerians. Finally I said, “Yes, I’m a Nigerian.”

“I hope you are not running away from the Bukom Haram who has made it a point to bomb anything on their way.” An officer said.

They exchanged quick glances and the senior officer , I presumed, told me his name was Frimpong. He asked what I was doing in Ghana. I told him I’m going to visit my brother in Accra. He nodded for a while and asked

“Girl, tell me, Do you have any idea about how the robbers hijacked this bus?”

“Yes, I do. ”

“You to?” Come with us to the station and tell us what happened.

Soon, the police put me in their van and drove to the police station.

I was made to sit on an old bench in front of the counter. I stared at the two policemen at the counter who were chatting and laughing loudly. They seemed oblivious to the Senior police officers I came with. I scrurinized the lanky one for a moment, wondering if he was actually the one wearing the black uniform or it was the uniform wearing him.

He was so lanky and tall that I could see the Adam’s apple in his throat moving up and down as he spoke. The only significant thing about him was his big head which he had managed to force the police Beret on.

The Other police,a handsome looking guy wasn’t partaking in their empty conversion or joke. He welcome the police officers whom I came with. The senior officer said a word. Then all of them became sober, rose up and salute the senior officers, “We salute Sir.”

Officer Frimpong told them I have information vital to the Robbery case. They paid rapt attention.

The lanky man began to flip through a worn-out book which had a lot of loose pages struggling to stay within the book.

I was quite nervous when I started my story. I recounted the story from the rainfall, how our bus veered off the road, how we did it only to enter the net of Armed Robbers. I told them about our driver’s attempt to drive his way through the danger but was shot along with several others in the car. They were amused when I told them the Armed Robbers sexually molested us, holding our breast, rape and the rest.

When I finished recounting the Robbery incident, Frimpong was grateful and said, “this statement…. ermmm …report will be very helpful in arresting the perpetrators.

I smile briefly, glad my statement will help the police apprehend the Arm Robbers.

The police took me to a station to take a smaller bus to Accra.

I thanked God Almighty for saving me from the hands of those Robbers.

****

Was Gina the Betrayer shot?

Will Rosaline reach her destination this time around?

What happens next?