Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 125
I was back at the hotel and met Phila absent. I went to the receptionist to know if she dropped our key and they were surprised she didn’t drop it, as it kicks against the hotel policy.
I took a seat at the reception and focused my attention on news airing. I was partially absent minded to what I was watching. My mind revolved around the old lady I saw earlier, I wondered if she would investigate Isabella. I would have said something about it to Isabelle rather than just walking away. But I had a conviction that Isabella wouldn’t betray me because she needs the money I had promised her.
I turned around and saw Phila walking in. She was wearing a moody face without make up.
She walked passed me and went straight upstairs and to the elevator ignoring even the greetings from the receptionist. I knew there would be problem, so I prepared my mind for it.
In the room she was rushing down a glass, and on seeing me, her eyes was field with rage. I was prepared for what was coming.
“Mike where have you been?”. She asked, suppressing the eruption that was brooding.
“I went to check on something”. I answered innocently and took a sit at the sofa and asked. “What’s it dear, why are you looking so sad?’’
She sat on an armchair beside the wade robe and crossed her leg, emptied the glass in her mouth before saying.
“My stupid boyfriend travelled with my boy to god knows where! I will make that stupid guys life a miserable hell!”. She said looking venomous.
This version of her scared me a bit, but I just summed it up to a mothers outrage for her child.
“Have you bothered to call him?”. I asked feeling relieved the attention has been diverted from me.
“The idiot number has been switched off! If anything happens to my boy, I swear, I will kill him! I will ensure he dies by my hands”. She said clinging her fist together tenaciously.
All the vain on her neck shot out, and her use to be smooth face suddenly was red and filled with some kind of wrinkles. Her eyes were blood red and her straight stature was hunched. She looked like a monster and that sent a chill cold down my spine.
“We are leaving a day before tomorrow, get your stuff together”. Phila said.
“Take it easy so as not to hurt yourself, he’s …..”. A knock interrupted me.
We both looked at the door and she went back to her sit with a bottle of whisky she was downing. I stood up and went to get the door.
“Who’s it?” I asked.
“Room attendant”. Came a feminine voice.
I opened the door and found a young white room attendant and two police men behind her, one huge black man and a slim tall white man.
Immediately I knew there was trouble. But I found myself asking.
“Yes, what can I do for you?”
“Mr. Mike, you are under arrest for assault”. Said the white police man approaching me.
I looked behind me and found Phila trying to see pass me to what was happening. I couldn’t even run or say anything, I just stood there until I was hand cupped. Phila rushed to us and enquired what was going on, and the black police man explained to her while the white man pushed to the elevator.
We were walking down the stairs that led to the reception when Phila joined us with the black police man.
“Mike, don’t say anything, don’t say anything”. She screamed behind me.
I was forced into their police car and we drove to the station silently. When we arrived, they pulled me out and walked me to the office. It was nothing like the one we had back home. Everyone was coordinated and formally dressed. Some hooligans who apparently were menace were shouting on top of their voices, threatening to unleash hell on the station. The offices where demarcated with transparent glass, meaning you can see what everyone was doing. The most trilling part was the heater. It was so worm you’d forget the temperature outside.
While I sat down with my hands cupped behind my back, observing the scenario. An officer with a bandaged head approached me and said,
“Hey black man’’ then he bent to my ears and whispered “welcome to hell!” .
I couldn’t even recognize him, but it was obvious he was the assaulted officer. I watched him walk away with a smirk on his face. And another white officer came and took off my hand cup.
“Fill this form”. He said, pointing to the table before me.
I turned away from his garlic scented breath and filled in my information. And he took me to my cell that was neat and spacious unlike the one I had been.
Two white men on tattoos where on my right, lying comfortably on the small sized two bunker bed, and a young black guy took the down space on the bed on my left. A toilet was directly opposite me with no sign of what to flush with.
I went to the bunker on my left, shook hands with the black boy and was about to take my space and rest when someone said.
“Hey! Who asked you to lie there?”
I turned abruptly and discovered it was one of the white guys, the muscular one with tattoos.
When he saw my face, he looked as if he knew me, but I was certain I haven’t seen him before in my life.
“I know you!” he said. “I know this murder f----r!” He repeated, standing to face me. “This is the black African that fought me”. He said to his colleague.
That was when I recalled.
“You are a dead man”. He said sitting back on his bed. “ don’t sleep tonight coz death is coming to get you”. He laid back and covered his face with his hat.
His colleague on the top bunker gave me the throat slay sign and grinned before laying back.
I couldn’t even move from where I was standing. I cried bitterly in my heart for how my life turned out after school. Or maybe since I started working at Amaka’s, or had sex with her. All I knew was pain lurking about anywhere I go, and this brought tears to my eyes.
“Bro, don’t worry, you got me”. The young black guy said in a whisper, circumspectly looking at the thugs opposite him.
I nodded and took my position. I was about to adjust when a police man hit the protector of our celland called.
“Brown Johnson. Someone is here for your bail”.
I watched the only person I felt may rescue me, even if is to shout coz I know he can’t withstand any of them, I watched him leave, looking pitifully at me.
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