Chronicles Of A Runs Girl - S01 E34

2 years ago

Chronicles Of A Runs Girl - S01 E34

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 34

“Don’t go. Turn back. I’m calling Uncle China so we can go together. Come back.”

I deleted her message and sank my head back into the edge of the seat, starring at the grey velvety roof and hearing Johnny’s voice.

The cab man slowed down as we approached the Dockyard. My heart that had settled down began to race again.

A few Navy officers in front of the gate motioned for the cab to keep driving towards them.

The cab man hesitated. I was already leaning forward, eager to face what was to come. I told him to go on.

We were waved to pack right in front of the gate. A young Navy officer poked his head in through the driver’s window and asked which one of us was Amaka. I held up my hand that I was. He stood away from the window and next thing I knew, a gun was pressed against the cab man’s head.

Mine and Kike’s doors flung open and we were dragged out.

A woman in plain clothes was leading our assault. She commanded a gang of armed men in civilian clothes while the smartly dressed Navy officers looked on.

What was happening?

“Are you Amaka?” The lady asked me.

I recognised her voice from the phone. “Yes. What is happening?”

“Where is Mr Johnny?” She asked me.

What the hell was she saying?

Kike was shaking on mute in front of a gun. The cab driver was prostrate on the ground, pleading to another gun and explaining that he didn’t know us and had never seen us before – the cab company controller only directed him to pick us up from an address in Ikoyi and drop us off at Ahmadu Bello.

Police radios cracked to life and a police van driven by a maniac arrived to a screeching halt.

“Young lady, I will ask you one last time, where is Mr Johnny?”

“I don’t know!” I shouted at her.

A slap from nowhere momentarily made me deaf. Kike screamed in empathy, the cab man begged harder – for himself.

As I lost my balance, the man who had slapped me stepped in front of me and slapped the other side of my face – as if he wanted to correct the way I’d started leaning.

I saw stars, dancing just above my eyes, in a zone my range of view would normally not have covered.

I lurched forward and he must have thought I was going for his gun. He swung his weapon to the side and stepped away for me to fall. I fell in slow motion. I actually saw the butt of his rifle slowly moving towards my lips.

The last thing I remember was the taste of blood and sand in my mouth, and the deafening bang of a single gunshot.