For The Love Of Vivian Episode 4
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Suddenly her eyes caught something, it was drops of red, just like blood. She traced it with her eyes and it went all the way inside.
His jacket was stained red, she looked at his hands and it was inside his jacket!
Then it dawned on her; she never should have gone there.
She gulped at the sight of it, could she be walking herself into the lion’s den?
“Good evening ma’am, how are you doing?” He asked with a smile that feigned innocence.
“Uhh… I’m fine,”
“How may I be of help?”
“Ugh… nothing, nevermind,” she said hastily.
She was about leaving when he immediately got hold of her hand.
“C’mon, I can be of help as far as it’s not beyond my reach. What brought you to my apartment?”
He sounded like a gentleman, like a man who couldn’t hurt a fly. His right hand was still in his jacket and he held unto Aliyah with his other hand.
“Come on in, if there’s anything you want to talk about you can come inside and we can talk.”
“Nevermind, I don’t want to bother you.”
“Bother me? I’m glad you’re here, because there are some things I would have loved to talk to you about…” He said in a calm soothing voice.
“Is it…is it concerning my daughter’s death?”
“Yeah. Now, if you would come inside we can discuss things better.”
He opened the door and motioned for her to go in.
Suddenly she saw a black raven bird fly over her. Her people had always known that to be a bad omen, whenever a raven flew over anyone bad things happen. But Aliyah didn’t heed.
She entered his house!
As she walked in her eyes followed the red drops on the floor, they led to a door.
Fear totally gripped her and she whispered a short prayer under her breath.
He shut the door with a loud bang.
“So…”
“It’s a nice place you have here.”
“Thanks, my wife and daughter used to live here.”
“You’re married?” Aliyah asked looking very surprised.
He sank into one of the sofas in the sitting room, he stared keenly at her and finally answered with a hush tone.
“Yeah.”
“Wh.. what happened to them? Where are they?”
“They are dead.” He said with cold face.
“Dead? What killed them?” Aliyah asked suspiciously.
He gave a deep sigh and began.
“When I met my wife… I knew at once that she was the one for me. And I bet she knew too, it was…”
He ended abruptly as his eyes caught Aliyah staring at the drops of red on the floor.
“Hello!” He called.
“Y… yes,” she whimpered.
“You’re not listening.”
“Umm… sorry. I just wanted to ask what are those red drops on the floor?”
Geez! She wished to swallow her words as soon as she spat them out.
“You mean that?” He asked pointing at the ground.
“You want to know? Get up then, let me show you,” he said bluntly.
Fear gripped her at once. What could Victor possibly be hiding under his skin? What if he was responsible for her daughter’s death and he wanted to do same to her?
All these thoughts raced through her cerebrum.
“Get up! You want to see… I’ll show you.”
Curiosity they say kills the cat. Slowly Aliyah got on her feet, Victor led the way while she walked slowly and cautiously behind him.
Finally they got to the door, and he pushed it open.
Aliyah was transfixed to the spot!
What she saw rendered her speechless, she couldn’t believe her eyes.
Behold it was a room moderate in size, filled with lots and lots of paintings.
“I’m an artist!” He said loudly.
“I can spend all day painting and that’s how I’ve being since my wife and daughter died. I was still working on something before I heard the doorbell ring.”
Aliyah could not believe her eyes, Victor’s paintings were magnificent. His work could even be compared to that of the popular Leonardo da Vinci.
She saw a canvas at her right with an unfinished painting.
“I was working on that,” he said pointing at the canvas.
“Wow… it’s beautiful.”
Her eyes caught his red paint on the ground.
“Ohh I get it now. I thought that was blood.”
“Blood? Are you serious?” He asked laughing hysterically.
“But why does everyone think I am some kind of psychopath or something.”
“Maybe people wouldn’t think that if you stop isolating yourself.” Aliyah said with a smile.
“It’s not my fault, life turned me into a morosest. I wasn’t always like this.”
“What happened then? How come you resolved to always being indoors? No friends, no nothing.”
He walked to a corner and brought out a wooden chair for Aliyah to sit on.
“I’ve lived a very long time in this neighbourhood, my wife and I parked in as soon as we got married. Life was going well, my dreams were all playing into reality. I got a job and in a year’s time my wife bore a child, it was barely a year after when tragedy struck.”
“What happened?” Aliyah asked with towering curiosity.
He paused and it felt like tears may come pouring out his eyes.
“Just when I felt made, when I thought I was living the good life, that was when the unbelievable happened.”
He paused again.
“I lost both my wife and one year old daughter in a motor accident, they died on their way back from a church service. I cried, I mourned them everyday and as the days passed my wounds got deeper. I had lost the one thing I cared about the most.”
“I’m sorry, very sorry for bringing back such memories.”
“It’s okay. I had to go back to my first love; painting. I found solace in painting, and everyday I would stay indoors working magic on paper because it helped me forget about my only family.”
“I’m really very sorry about that, but how have you been able to get money to take care of yourself?”
“I sell my paintings, Aliyah.”
Her heart melted as she heard what he had been through, no one knew he had such a pathetic background story.
“I’m so sorry…”
“There’s no need to be. Let’s talk something else please.”
“Yeah, umm… so what did you want to tell me about my daughter’s death?”
“Nothing really, I just wanted to clear the air. I know that you may feel I’m responsible for your daughter’s death but I want you to know that I have no hand in what happened to your daughter.”
“It’s okay Victor.”
“I’ve suffered enough, and I don’t want to heap more pains on my head.”
“It’s okay, I know you’re innocent. You don’t need to tell me, I know.”
As Aliyah stepped out his house she felt bad for judging someone without proper investigation. Victor had truly being through a lot, but you can never be so sure because the Devil is the best liar.
She arrived her home to meet her mother in law still watching a movie in the sitting room. She just wanted to walk quietly to her room but her mother in law soon interrupted her.
“And where are you coming from?”
Aliyah was disgusted by her question, what was her business with wherever she went to.
“So you have gotten this disrespectful, you don’t want to answer me… my son must hear this.”
“I’m coming from Victor’s place,”she replied immediately.
“Victor? Who is Victor?”
“You don’t know him, he is one of our neighbours that just lives down the…”
“Hei! So you just lost your daughter barely three weeks ago and you’re already seeing men.”
“Seeing which men? Mama I have nothing to do with Victor, he is just a…”
“You better shut that mouth of yours.” She thundered.
“I’m sure you know I never liked you, and I wouldn’t hesitate to do anything to get rid of you. But I just want to assure you of one thing; one day you will leave my son’s house!”
TO Be Continued
