Adventures Of Fola Episode 10

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My night was horrible, it was a nightmare, and it was the worst night ever. Getting attacked in Michael’s house (which is one of the safest place anyone could ever live in) is really scary. The thought of leaving is no longer an option, it’s better for me to stay here and get attacked but still have someone to save me, than to leave on the streets once more and get attacked and have no one to save me.

Right now I am in the living room, sitting on one of the long couches, with Ada still holding me, my body can’t seem to stop shaking and my neck still hurts from the firm and tight grip the intruder had on me, I was given some water to drink to help with my throat cos the grip on my neck felt like my esophagus was being squeezed together ( like squeezing an orange, yes I know ,bad…but that’s the only way I can explain it, it was horrible) the whole household was with me, this means, Ada, Michael, Edgar and Michael’s younger brother Stephen was here with me .

I and Stephen don’t really talk; he is a bit like Michael, quiet and reserved, always in his room or in one creepy room he always goes to. I asked once what he normally does in there, but everyone seems to say I should forget about it and mind my own business, sometimes I think he does something illegal in there that’s why no one wants to tell me. Anyway, if they say it’s not my business then I guess I’ll stay out of it, for now.

Now the main issue is, why did this guy come into my room to attack me. I am a nobody. I have no family, no one whatsoever. But still he attacked me, tried to kill me. It’s really confusing. Michael and Stephen tied up the intruder; he is currently sitting on the floor. Everyone is staring at him, me with fear and confusion, Ada: fear alone, Michael: anger and probably hatred, cos if looks could kill the intruder would be dead by now, with the way Michael is looking at him.

Stephen….Stephen has an eerie vibe or should I say look…… he looks like if the intruder was given to him to handle he would take all pleasure tormenting him and he would do it slowly. Edgar was looking like himself; grim. With these various looks apart from Ada, I was beginning to get scared of these guys, I still don’t know who they really are.

So we are all here in the living room and we are here because Michael insisted we wait for Gibson to arrive, he called Gibson immediately the intruder was tied up. Relaying the whole situation to him. We later found out that the window in my bedroom was opened, and I remember closing it but it looks like the intruder got in through my window. So here we are, waiting. 15 mins later, we heard a knock on the door. Edgar walked forward to open it, and Gibson came in. and he wasn’t looking happy. He looked very angry.

The first person he looked at was Ada, looking at her from her head down to her legs, making sure she was alright. Then he looked at me, Saw me holding my neck cos it still hurt and he gave me a sympathetic smile. Then he looked at Michael and asked;

‘’ so where is the idiot that had the nerve to come into this house at night’’? Michael looked past Gibson and Gibson followed his eyes, seeing the intruder tied up close to one of the couches. He stalked towards him and used one of his legs (fitted with boots, which looked like army boots too) and gave him a hard kick. The intruder fell forward hitting his face on the hard marbled floor, I heard a crunched up sound like his nose had cracked or something, wow that must hurt. Then Gibson looked at Michael and said;

‘’ should I take him to the headquarters down to the holding room?. Michael didn’t even blink, he answered immediately, saying yes. Gibson turned back towards the intruder hauled him up. And began to push him out of the house. The intruder kept screaming …my nose! You broke my nose! You b—–d! you’ll pay for that…ahhh my nose! Its bleeding, give me a tissue or something na…..

No one answered him, so Gibson just kept pushing him. Well I guess that’s the end of the nights event, but I wonder what happens in the holding room?. Michael then came towards me and knelt down in front of me, he removed my hands from my neck to take a look at it.

‘’How bad does it hurt’’, asked Michael.

‘’Not that bad’’. That was a lie I just didn’t want to get him worried. He looked at Ada.

‘’Ada please give her some pain meds for her neck’’.

‘’Yes sir’’. Ada got up and left to get the meds. Once she had gone Michael took her place, holding me, he said.

‘’He is going to regret ever laying his hands on you. I promise you’’. I felt chills go down my spine; I really don’t want to be in that intruders shoes right now. Cos whatever Michael has planned for him. Won’t be good at all.

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The next morning, I woke up, looking around my bedroom, I saw Michael sitting on one of the chairs close to my wardrobe. He startled me making me push myself towards the head of the bed in an attempt to get away from him, the reason why I did that is because I wasn’t expecting him there, shoot! I wasn’t expecting anyone at all. Glaring at Michael I asked.

‘’what are you doing in my room’’? Looking at me calmly he said,

’’ Protecting you’’. Still glaring I asked,

” protecting me? Why would you do that?We locked the windows and every door in the house”……. and then I looked at my door, realizing he got in because my door wasn’t locked, shoot? Stupid me. Michael got up from his seat and walked towards me, and then he sat down on my bed beside my legs close to my waist, holding my hand in his, he said;

‘’Fola’’, seeing you on the floor last night, crying and terrified out of your mind, almost drove me to madness, you mean a lot to me, and seeing you that way almost made me kill the b—–d that tried killing you. But I didn’t. So please, if I want to sit in your room and watch over you, or sit outside your door and watch over you, I will do it.

“Ok’’? Wow. That shut me up real good. I had nothing to say, so I just nodded my head. Michael smiled at me; and said,

‘’good, now I want you to go into the bathroom and get cleaned up, then come downstairs and have breakfast with me. Ok’’? I nodded my head again staring at him, still speechless. He got up, kissed my forehead, and walked out of my room. I stayed on the bed for a few more minutes, thinking about what Michael just said, then getting up like a zombie I walked to the bathroom and got cleaned up.

………………….FOLA……………….

I and Michael having breakfast around 8:30 in the morning was quite nice. We were both sitting across each other in the amazing dining room table, him at the head of the table, me at the bottom. This is because it was just the two of us. And I was having my favorite….pancakes and eggs…..hmmm yummy.

Michael hasn’t said a word, he is still in his moody weird self like always. But I was a bit curious about what happened to the intruder, Was he arrested? Did the police let him go? Will he come back?…. I mean where is he? And most importantly who is he? And why did he want to kill me. knowing that I won’t be able to get these answers on my own, I quickly finished my breakfast, sat upright and watched Michael eat, he’s quite slow in eating for a man his size….eats like a snail. So I waited…and waited….sigh..still waiting. 

When Michael suddenly placed his fork in his plate , took a deep breath, picked up his coffee and took a sip. Then he looked at me, no…..he stared at me. His coffee was in his hand and he was looking, really looking…. like he wanted to make sure I was ok. Which I was by the way.

Anyway we were looking at each other too much and I needed answers. So I fired him with my question. This is how it went….

Me: what’s up with the guy?

Michael: what guy?

Me: the ice cream guy, then I rolled my eyes at him , I mean who else will I be referring to?

Michael: Fola you’re not making sense. What ice cream guy?

My God is he daft? Has he forgotten what happened last night? Wasn’t he the one that watched over me last night while I slept?

Me: Michael the intruder, what?, should I say the guy that tried to kill me?

Dropping his coffee, Michael got up from his seat, and came to sit beside me; he held my hands and said;

‘’Fola, I know what you went through last night must be hard, after Gibson left, and you were taken upstairs to sleep, I felt a bit worried that you might have a restless night. And I was right. You woke everyone up with your screaming twice last night, that’s why I came to your room to watch and protect you’’. Squeezing my face in confusion I asked,

‘’but you said you were in my room to protect me, you didn’t mention me screaming. And why can’t I remember’’? Still holding my hand he said,

‘’I was in your room to protect you, cos you were restless and I guess you just forgot, the incident must have caused you to have nightmares. But I noticed me being in your room, calmed you down a bit. You didn’t have any more nightmares’’. Taking a deep breath, I said,

“ok but you still haven’t answered my question.” Ignoring what ijust said he asked,

‘’Fola, are you alright? Do you want to talk about last night’’? He had not even finished asking me the question, I had already started to shake my head in a no gesture. I was never going to talk about it. Talking about it will make me remember and I didn’t want to remember.

‘’Fola you need to talk to someone about it’’.

“No, Michael, I’m fine. I want to know what’s happening with the guy, please.” Michael was quiet for a few seconds then, Looking at me with a determined, scary look, he said,

“I’m taking care of it”. And at that very moment I knew that if anyone messes with Michael or anyone he cares about, that person will be in for some big trouble.

3 days later

For the last 3 days Michael has been very very busy. I once asked what he has been doing that has got him to be so busy and he said he’s taking care of some issues at the office. But I was a bit concerned because on the 2nd day after the incident, he came home with his knuckles bruised. I thought he was involved in a fight, but when I asked he gave me one lame excuse saying he fell down, I mean how does one fall down bruising the knuckles? Mshww…… rubbish.

So today I have decided that I am going to see this office of his. Gibson called it ‘’ the headquarters’’ I think. Anyway I am going to visit him in this office of his. Holding my iphone 6, the one Michael got for me during our shopping spree and my Gucci hand bag that has a long strap, and….. dressed in blue jeans with a red top , wearing my sandals made by Next, I walked out of the house determined to go to Michael’s office by myself. But wait o, I was almost killed about 4 days ago, me going out by myself is not safe. So I looked around for someone that will go with me. I didn’t see anyone in front of the house so I walked to the back, there I saw one of Michael’s driver, Michael’s driver is no ordinary driver cos he’s tall and huge, he could be a bodyguard too, so he was perfect. Awesome someone to drive and protect me…… putting on one of my best smiles, I walked confidently to the driver. Waving at him in a miserable way I said…..

’’hi’’ The driver was sitting on a stool; immediately I got close he got up saying.. madam. I hate it when I’m called madam, makes me feel old. Bello hi, how are you?

“I’m fine madam.”

” Ok, that’s good”. We both stood there, neither saying a word. I was rethinking asking bello to take me to Michael’s office, I mean will he even take me?……..bello decided to break the silence.

“Madam, can I help you?” Getting out of my thinking zone, I said..

“yes bello, you can, please I need you to take me to Michael’s office.

“Ermmm…..madam I’m not sure that is a good idea o. oga no dey like person go hin office o”. I wondered why he suddenly switched to pidgin language, anyway I must go to Michael’s office, even if bello has refused to take me.

“Ok, bello thank you, I’ll go by myself. And if anything happens to me, it will be your fault”. Turning around I walk away from him, 4 steps away, he called me back.

“Madam!. Wait!.” I stopped and turned back around. Looking at him, I waited patiently to hear what he had to say.

“I will take you to Mr Smiths office, but he won’t like it o”. I nodded my head letting him know I understand. I just wanted to know his office. Unknown to me going to Michaels office would be the day I will know who Michael really is.

To be continued