Chronicles Of A Runs Girl - S01 E22

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Chronicles Of A Runs Girl - S01 E22

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 22

I counted to check that she still had her two hands and two legs and I waited for the catch. She didn’t disappoint me: She was soon telling me how Brother Jeremiah had seen a vision that she was destined for supernatural blessings, but enemies were hard at work trying to cover her star.

At this point, before she proceeded, she impressed upon me the serious need for me to keep what she was about to reveal a secret. She would not continue until I swore that I wouldn’t tell anyone what she was about to tell me. I swore because I was totally being entertained and I wanted to hear more from her that I would later tell Kike.

“Amaka, all I need now is hundred thousand to unlock my glory.”

This was what she wanted me to swear not to repeat?

“Amaka, he has done it for one girl that I know. He did special prayers for her and gave her special perfume and now big boys are fighting over her! Amaka, I have only twenty thousand remaining to give him, but this month must not pass or he can’t do the prayers again this year. That is why I said I should talk to you, because I know that like me, you, you have a clean spirit. Amaka, if you can add the twenty thousand remaining, we will both be using the perfume until it finish.”

And there it was; the catch. We spent a few seconds looking into each other’s eyes; I, with bemused shock, and she, with desperate expectation.

“Are you joking?” I finally said.

She looked hurt, and confused, and let-down, and depressed, all at the same time. She got up from the mattress where we had been sitting, knees touching, and she started pacing up and down the room, tearing at invisible things at her waist.

“Janet, are you serious?”

“Ooooh! Amaka! I know I shouldn’t have told you. This is how my life can change for better and you are blocking me. You are blocking me!”

“Blocking you? How?”

“I regret that I tell you anything. Just forget it. Just forget, you hear? Just forget!”

She then went into a long incoherent, rambling tirade over how she knew she was living amongst enemies, how they (whoever the ‘they’ were) had warned her, and how she wouldn’t allow anyone to hold her back anymore.

At this point I genuinely became concerned for my roommate’s mental state.

She was avoiding my eyes, walking up and down the room and mumbling to herself. She seemed to be searching for something. I picked her mirror from the mattress and held it towards her.

“Take,” I said, but I couldn’t help taking a look.

I screamed and jumped off the mattress and the mirror fell to the ground and broke.

I don’t know how I got there, but I was by the door keeping my eyes on the broken pieces as if it was a snake coiled for attack. My hands were shaking terribly over my breasts.

Janet saw what I had done and let out her own heart piercing scream. She ran to the broken pieces and knelt to start gathering them, as if if she was quick enough the mirror would become whole again.

“Don’t touch it!” I screamed.

My heart was pounding so fast I knew it would soon burst and I would die there in that room, alone with Janet, and no one would know what happened to me.