Mini Me Episode 8

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I couldn’t believe what I read.

Leah is alive?

It sounded ridiculous, impossible and strange in my ears.

Everyone knows Leah is not alive. My father said that too.

Now it downed on me that my parents are at the level of going apart.

If Leah is alive, this marriage is set to collapse.

The words ‘Leah is alive’ reverberated in my head until I slept off.

The next morning, I decided to do away with everything that was haunting me.

I quickly showered, arranged my briefcase and dressed up for work.

I was trying very hard not to think about everything happening around me as I prepared for work cause I didn’t want any distraction at work.

Then I remembered Olivia’s mother told me to protect Priscilla and I haven’t reached out to her since yesterday.

But who are those intending to k-ill her?

My mother?

She can’t do that at all. That innocent girl hasn’t done anything wrong to her.

I went downstairs and met my mother in the dinning room having breakfast alone.

I greeted her and walked passed but stopped at the door and went back to her.

I put my hand on her shoulder, then I heard her sub. It really broke my heart.

I love this woman (my mother) beyonds words can explain.

But the evil she has done which I heard but I’ve not confirmed has really torn my feelings for her.

Though I don’t need to confirm from her if she did all I heard in that voice record cause her actions recently shows she’s guilty.

“Relax your mind mother, no matter what happens, I’ll always love you.” I tried to console her.

I didn’t wait to hear a word from her when I walked out.

On my way to work, I stopped by to check on Priscilla.

I did not go inside the house cause I was hurrying to work; so I called her to come out and meet me at the gate.

Immediately she came out of the gate, unknown masked men grabbed her and threw her into their bus that was parked behind me.

I saw the bus earlier before I called Priscilla but I didn’t suspect anything because I thought it was a commercial bus.

I was confused at what to do next; call the police? call my father? Or call my mother?

I was totally confused and scared at the same time but then, I thought of following them.

I plugged in my car key and went after them.

The bus was in a high speed and they took a path that was completely out of the human world.

The road had no homes, farm lands or police men.
It was totally silent, cold and surrounded with forest. Dark forest.

As we got to a place where Know human presence could be felt except us, the bus slowed down and the masked men came down and started shooting at my car.

The situation became tough for me that I had difficulty reversing my car.

I said a silently prayer to my God and managed to reverse my car and drove back home.

It took me two hours before I arrived home.

I barged into the house, panting.

My father was sitting in the living room working from home as usual.

He jumped up when he saw me barged into the house like I was being chased by ghost or something terrifying.

“What is going on, Dennis?” My father asked as he came closer to me.

“What’s wrong, son?” My mother came holding my arms, looking so worried.

Before I could say a word, we heard a knock at the door.

My father went to open the door and there we saw three police men with a man in his late 50’s standing at the door.

“Who are you? And what do you need in my house?” My father inquired, in his gentle voice.

The man glared at my father with his red eyes like he’d te-ar my father apart.

“Your son kid-napped my daughter and we’re here to arrest him.” The man spoke angrily to my father with his hoarse voice.

My father turned to me.
His look scared me out of this world, his face was red, his eyes blare out anger.

I’ve never seen this part of him before. My heart almost pulled out of it place cause it throb was faster than the speed of my car at this point.

I opened my mouth to defend myself, but my father’s stare sent every word back into my belle.

I felt so weak and suddenly I fell on my knees with my heads bowed.

All I saw in my father’s eyes were pains, disappoinment, ‘a believe’ that I kid-napped Priscilla.

I don’t blame him at all. He might be feeling I’m following my mother’s ways cause I am a ‘Full mummy’s boy.’

I was closer to my mother than my father.

I had tears rolled down my eyes and then I felt handcuffed on my hands.

“Don’t take my son away!” My mother screamed at the police men as they led me out of the house.

I was jailed for three hours before I found my voice and finally spoke up.

My father came to the police station and I took time to explain everything to him.

I promised to take them to where I stopped while following the bus.

My father accepted and spoke with the man who was obviously Priscilla’s adoptive father.

I was released and to be frank, jail is one of the worst place to be in this life.

Three hours of my stay there felt like hell.
The floor was covered with dirty, mosquitoes everywhere and foul smell emitting from the inmates body.

I almost passed out while perceiving these terrible smell against my wish.

My God, jail is another place called hëll.

After three hours drive, we arrived the cold path where the masked men attacked me.

The police men flung into action and began a search.

My father and I stood beside the police van while Priscilla’s adoptive father sat in the car.

I looked around and saw a bus in a ditch.
It was like it summersaulted into it as the bus tires were upwards.

I called my father’s attention to it and he called the police men.

Priscilla adoptive father jumped out of the car when he saw us running toward the bus.

My father ran faster than everyone.

His energy was unbelievable.

We got there and my father quickly pulled off the bus door.

There was only one person in the bus and it was Priscilla.

My father gently pulled her out of the bus and before we took three step forward, the bus went ablaze.

We were all shocked.

Could they have planted a b-umb in the bus?

Priscilla was stiff, her face and body was covered with bloo-d and dirt.

My father gently put her in her adoptive father’s car.

As we were about to move, the masked men stepped out and began shooting at us.

The police men challenged them and we seized the opportunity to escape.

While in the car, my father leaned on Priscilla to check her pulse.

His countenance changed as he turned to face me who was already trembling in fear beside him.

“Is she breathing?” Priscilla adoptive father asked while driving.

“Drive faster. She’s half gone…” My father responded…

TO Be Continued