LETTER TO MY GIRLFRIEND
(Clash of love)
A Story Written By Bright Daniel
Kenzy stared at Mr Josh after Joyce was taken out. He moved towards another cushion but didn’t sit down. “Uncle” he called. “What are you gonna do with her?”
Mr Josh gently turned with red eyes without saying anything to him and nobody reminded Kenzy to say sorry.
“Get out!” Mr Josh commanded.
After Kenzy went back to his room, Mr Josh headed to the bar and took a hot drink.
The road where Joyce were taking through was lonely and dark. Only the light of late moving vehicles were occasionally seen. Joyce struggled inside the car trying to shout or be noticed by people but the strings on her mouth, hands and legs couldn’t allow her. As they moved, another car from behind followed them. The driver was on white shirt with red tie loosed at the neck rejoin. He had shaved beards round his cheek and hair barbed in a fashionable low punk. He glanced at his wrist watch and said, “What a day? Cars will never cease to give people unexpected problem. I should have be at home resting if not this car that..” he paused when he saw some movement inside the car before him. So he adjusted the headlight of his car to see clearly what was happening. He saw Joyce wearing only a night gown, her underwear and breast were visibly seen. “Why is that girl dressed like that?” he murmured and concentrated. “Oh, my God, she’s tied up. What is going on?” he added another gear.
On the other hand, the two armed men felt his headlight and added another gear too. It was clear to them and also to the man behind that something fishy was going on. The man traced them until they diverted to another road then finally to their destination….
Cynthia couldn’t endure it anymore knowing that her husband was still outside. She occasionally glanced at the time as she sat in the Parlour. Just then, Nath entered looking exhausted.
“Thank God, you are back” Cynthia hugged him but Nath wasn’t smiling. “How did it go?”
“Joyce’s father is dead” Nath collapsed on a cushion.
“Jesus!” Cynthia exclaimed and sat beside him in amazement.
“He was killed by armed men and Joyce kidnapped”
“This is serious, poor girl! Who could do this?”
“The police are into the investigation. They will find out in no time”
“God!” Cynthia folded her hands while Nath began to think about Joyce.
Joyce was taken to an uncompleted building laid on a flat small slim bed. She wanted to shout but couldn’t. She could only move her body slightly. Her body was looking much more attractive than before and one of the men wasn’t concern about it. He sat on the window edge and placed his gun beside him while the other man stood with Joyce admiring her body.
“Guy, why you dey look that girl like that nah?”
“What’s your problem?”
“Just leave that place” TJ, the one at the window commanded.
“Guy, this girl fine oh” KC, the other guy approached forward. TJ didn’t say a word but left the place leaving KC in control of Joyce. KC used that opportunity to carry out his sexual feelings on Joyce thereby keeping his gun. He romanced and touched her breast. Joyce struggled in tears pleading with her eyes and head but KC found his way into her pant with his hand trying to stimulate her clitoris but Joyce closed her legs tightly and stretched them forward.
However, the man who had followed them on foot and monitored them took the gun left by TJ at the window, he entered and gently took the remaining one. “Hey” he said silently pointing the gun at KC who turned immediately with his hands up. “I will send you to hell if you talk or shout. Now, loose the rob from this girl” he instructed then KC did as he said and Joyce ran behind the man instantly.
“Now lie down” the man instructed again and told Joyce to run, he followed her immediately until they got to his car.
“Where is the girl?!” TJ kicked KC on the buttocks before he stood up.
“She has escaped”
“A man surrendered me with our own gun and took her away”
“Heehh! You are very stupid!” TJ rushed out followed by KC. Before the got out, Joyce had already gone with the man. They tried to follow them with their car but couldn’t get them.
“Fuck! Now watin we go tell oga Josh?” TJ provoked. “You are so stupid!!”
The man drove Joyce to his house. The house was a bungalow but furnished very well with modern facilities. Joyce covered herself very well as she came out from the car still in tears. She stood at a spot refusing to go inside.
“Come inside” the man looked back but Joyce shook her head negatively. “Don’t be scared, I’m harmless, okay?” the man walked back and placed his hand on her shoulder to take her inside. Then Joyce reluctantly followed him…
Mr Randy laid on his bed when the news of Mr Williams death came to him from Nath, then he stood up to the sittingroom. He took a hot drink from the bar and began to drink wondering the meaning of life. Mrs Mary, who heard his footsteps from her room also came out…
To Be Continued………..
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