UNSPOKEN - Episode 4
Date: 2025-01-22
UNSPOKEN
Episode 4
"Don't lie to me," I said, my voice tight with anger. "I know the truth. And I will make you pay for what you did."
My brother laughed, a cold, mirthless sound. "You don't know anything," he scoffed. "And even if you did, you couldn't prove it."
A shiver ran down my spine. His words were laced with a chilling threat. But I wouldn't back down. "I'll find a way," I vowed, my voice firm. "I'll find a way to make you pay."
His laughter abruptly ceased. "You're making a big mistake," he hissed, his voice menacing. "You'll regret this."
The line went dead, leaving me alone with my anger and fear. But I wouldn't give up. I had to fight for Chidinma, for justice, for the truth.
I took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart. I knew the road ahead would be long and difficult. But I was ready to face the truth, no matter how painful.
Then, a wave of doubt washed over me. Why should I fight so hard? Chidinma doesn't love me, she wouldn't even consider dating me, not from what I'd seen.
Perhaps I should leave things alone. Neither of them needed my help.
I decided to walk to the main junction and take a taxi home. I needed to think clearly, to decide on my next move.
First, I needed food. I walked to the roadside plantain seller, my stomach growling.
After grabbing some roasted plantains and a chilled coke from a hawker, I headed to the taxi garage.
The next bus was sparse, and I was already in a hurry to get home. Distracted by exhaustion, hunger, and worry, I almost walked into a moving vehicle.
I dodged just in time, a jolt of fear coursing through me. Thank God for that 'careful' driver.
“I did not sign to die today;” I muttered as I watched the driver cursed under his breath and the passengers stared at me with great contempt.
"Something must kill a man," I muttered again, referring to my unnecessary stress.
I waved down a taxi. "Border," I asked the driver, who wasn't even looking at me.
I climbed into the passenger seat, relieved by the softness of the chair.
The driver sped off, and initially, I was scared. But strangely, I began to enjoy the speed. I pulled out my roasted plantains and coke, savoring the taste.
I reflected on the day's events. I'd washed my hands off these people – let them deal with their own problems.
A few minutes later, the driver swerved into my street. I was eager to get out.
Little did I know, I was about to receive the shock of my life.
To be continued...
