THE PROMISE - Episode 15

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Nigeria's leading fictional story blog - policeman, Light Blue by Dolce and Gabbana, love, sun, police headquarters in Prague, Toni Braxton’s Unbreak my heart, Amy Winehouse’s hit song, Prague, cocaine from a stash, Czech police was involved.

“Lydia, you are under arrest for attempted murder. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say may and will be used against you in court of law,” the policeman said to Lydia as he placed handcuffs around her wrist. “I have not done anything wrong!!!” She yelled. “You will have your say in court,” the policeman replied as he led her to the waiting police vehicle. Neighbors peeked through the window while some watched as Lydia cried, yelled and kicked her way to the police vehicle. Soon, she was in an interrogation room.

Raleen was standing in the sun for the first time. She had recovered well enough to be discharged. Abhimanyu held her as they both stood momentarily under the gaze of a rare London sun as the winter slowly loosened its grip on the land. As the tiny ray of sunshine moved away, they both followed it, relishing the heat that it offered. “Thanks for understanding with me,” Raleen said to him. “It is okay, Raleen. From now on, please do not lie to me. No matter how difficult the matter is, talk to me. I promise to do the same with you. We are a team, and together we can conquer everything if we stick with one another.” “I promise you my love, I will never lie to you again…I will never hold back anything from you.” He stroked her long black hair gently and she closed her eyes, relishing every bit of his touch. Their bodies rubbed against each other and the scent of his perfume, Light Blue by Dolce and Gabbana filled her nostrils.

He raised her face gently and planted a kiss on her lips. Like someone gasping for air, she reached for him, kissing him with a burning passion. “I never want to live without you, Abi,” she muttered when their lips came apart. “You will never have to live without me unless you choose to.” “That is a choice I will never make, my love,” she answered. Her eyes were firmly fixated on his as though their souls were in sync; communicating at a deeper level that words could not describe. Her heart was throbbing with raw passion, excitement and relief. His was pounding like the talking drum, singing blues, country music and reggae. He kissed her yet again and their lips remained connected; latching tightly onto each other. As if on cue, the intensity of the sun increased, pouring more sun rays upon them. Perhaps, the sun was receiving some energy from their bodies and souls, which burned with fiery passion and desire.

Uremma walked out of the hotel room carrying Kingsley in her arms. She looked to her left and then to her right to make certain that a swarm of policemen was not waiting for her outside. Convinced that the streets were clear, she quickly walked into the streets, making her way briskly to the train station. She boarded the train en route to another hotel she had seen online. It was a smaller hotel on the outskirts of Prague. She had reasoned that it would be a better hideout. When the train squealed to a noisy halt, she took a careful look at the platform before disembarking. Quickly, she walked towards the station exit. Out of nowhere, a hand grabbed her from behind. Before she could turn, another pair of hands quickly took Kingsley away from her. “Give me my baby!!!” She shouted. The plain cloth policemen quickly handcuffed her and dragged her to the police headquarters in Prague.

Ronald Maguire lay dejectedly on the floor of an abandoned building in East London. He was seeing stars that were not there. He had just treated himself to an injection of crack cocaine, so he was ‘high’. He smiled to no one in particular as his dark brown teeth flashed miserably to the light that cracked through the door, which stood ajar. Soon, gun-wielding policemen belonging to the anti-violent crime unit rushed through the door like light invading darkness supremely. “I can see you guys are having fun,” Ronald said unaware what was happening. A hand lifted him up like a piece of feather dangling aimlessly through air. “They wanna make me go to rehab and I said no, no, no!!!” Ronald began to sing Amy Winehouse’s hit song. He attempted to dance to the song too, but his drug-weakened body failed to connect with his disjointed drug-controlled mind

“…Need your arms around me now. The lights are so unkind. Bring back those nights when I held you beside me. Unbreak my heart!!!! Say you love me again! Undo this hurt you caused when you walked out the door and walked out of my life!!!” He switched to Toni Braxton’s Unbreak my heart. The policeman holding him tried to stay focused, fighting to keep a straight face but he could not completely repress the laughter that was swirling inside of him. He chuckled as Ronald continued to sing away.

 Everest sat on a couch watching Shomaila. His eyes barely blinked as he cried and prayed that she would wake up. He peered at his phone every few minutes hoping for a miracle – a phone call from the police to inform him that Kingsley had been found. After the call from Uremma, the police took all the adverts off the air. However, they communicated with all the police departments across Europe. Scotland Yard had been able to trace the call to the Czech Republic, although they did not have enough time to pin-point the exact location. Soon, the   and words spread around the city of Prague looking for a black woman carrying a young baby across all hotels in Prague.

Everest thought his eyes were playing games on him. He thought he had seen Shomaila’s left arm move. He jumped to his feet and dashed towards her. That was when she heard her voice. “Water…Everest, please give me water.” Shomaila said through a disjointed voice. “Shomaila!!!” Everest shouted. Two nurses ran frenziedly into the room thinking that Shomaila was dead. Everest was holding her tightly as tears stormed down her face. “My sweetheart is back!!!” He yelled. “Water…give me water,” Shomaila asked.

Everest dashed to the fridge and fetched her water while the nurses helped raise her head. His hands shook as he fed her a bottle of water. “I am here my sweetheart,” he said as he held the bottle to her mouth. She drank the entire bottle and then stared at him. She smiled weakly and said, “You are here?” “Yes my love. I will always be here for you.” “I believe you. What day is it?” She asked. “It is the 16th day of October, 2014.” “What happened to me? Who was that man in our backyard? Am I still pregnant?” She asked multiple questions at once.

“I did not poison anyone,” Lydia yelled. “I need a lawyer!!!” Her voice rang through the room. “You will get a lawyer shortly, but before that, we would like to let you know that while you were at work today, we obtained a warrant which allowed us to rummage through your apartment. We found highly potent poisons under your bed in small wraps of paper. We think we know what it is and by the end of tomorrow, we will have definitive answers for you. I wonder what that was doing in your apartment. We now have evidence that both of your friends, Abhimanyu (your ex-boyfriend) and Raleen had the same substance in their bloodstream after having contact with you. I guess that is a coincidence, but I am sure no jury would believe that,” the detective interrogating her said.

Fear crept into her eyes. She tried to say something but nothing came out. Words had deserted her. Her hands shook and her eyes looked terribly empty except for tears that began to stream down like a torrential rainfall. “Maybe you want to start telling us the truth,” the detective suggested. “Am I going to jail?” She asked through tears. “It depends on how willing you are to cooperate with us…maybe you can get a reduced sentence.” “How short is reduced?” “I can’t say for sure, but you are looking at twenty two years or more for double attempted murder. If you cooperate with us, maybe that number would be halved.” More tears descended her face as she contemplated her very slim options.

“We have your DNA near the site of the shooting Ronald and we have an eye witness who can place you in the area. We are not interested in playing games. You are going in for life.” He shook severely, not entirely from the consequences he was faced with; rather, he was battling withdrawal symptoms. He had not had a fix of cocaine since his arrest. The next morning after
his arrest, he woke up to the bars of a prison cell. As reality set in, his withdrawal symptoms began to take a toll on him. “Who hired you to shoot that lady? We know someone paid you for the job. You can hold back all you want, but in the end, you are going to jail for life. If you talk to us, maybe, you could avoid life in prison.”

Ronald looked nonplussed. The only thing that made sense to him was life in prison. “Can I get a fix of cocaine?” He asked. “I cannot function right now. I need to take some cocaine to be able to function,” he pleaded with the detective. The detective left the room and returned with a small amount of cocaine from a stash the police had seized. He handed it to Ronald and he quickly unwrapped and snorted it. Moments later, he was listening to the detective. “So who hired you to shoot Shomaila?” The detective asked. “Why did he or she want her dead? Was it a man or woman?” “It was a girl that paid me to shoot her. I needed money to get some drugs so I did it,” Ronald answered without emotions.

Story Continues...

Written by:
Victor Chinoo

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