Sunday, September 20, 2015

Raped at Gunpoint - Episode 4



 
My sincere apology for the late post. It's due to the need to sleep because I got home late from the studio yesterday and had to attend service as early as 6:00am. So, here we go this week, but before that; Thank you so much for the time you spend here, you're highly appreciated.  If you did missed the first, second and third episodes, please you may click here for episode 1,   here for episode 2. and 
here for episode 3

As she struggled to fight back the memories, Dennis was having a struggle of his own. Frustrated and confused, he held her hands tight. Praying in a way he didn't know he could. Life has always been good, hence he felt no need for vehement prayers. He laughed at himself over the numerous times his family had ribbed him about his very short kind of prayers.

Dennis closed his eyes trying to pray some more but the memories rushed through his mind. He'd prefer to be in her position, suffering, if there’s a possibility of a switch. He desperately wants to get into her mind and absorb all of her pain. He felt helpless like a lifeless man, not knowing what to do. He tried to block the memories out of his mind. Maybe if he can successfully do that, she too maybe able to get pass the blockage. But, no strong will could hold them back as his mind got flooded with every scene. They found themselves in that horrific scene together as if there’s a bridge between their minds.


Dennis had missed the last flight heading out of Benin that breezy evening and there was no lightly chance of any flight as the weather wasn’t encouraging. Being unsure of what tomorrow might bring he decided to embark on road adventure for the very first time. He was gripped with excitement having taken the decision. Quickly, called his folks to inform them and switched off his phones because he knows his mother would rather send someone to pick him up the next day if the weather still remains unfriendly. Well, this is one opportunity he wasn’t ready to miss. He felt like a little boy given his favourite candy.

He bought tickets for two seats, to avoid being cramped up with anyone. As for his air ticket, the company can handle that with the air line much later. Right now, he has got a journey to make. He barely walked a few steps when he heard the longest series of the word ‘please’ being spoken. He turned to see a young lady with lots of hair. Infact, she was almost swallowed up with that much hair flying in all direction, like dry leaves blown by the harmanttan breeze because of the closure of the fan. She tried to push it away from her face as she frantically explain to the sales personnel whatever it was, she was trying to make him understand.

He didn’t know what propelled him but Dennis found himself retracing his steps back to the ticket stand. He got there in time to hear her say “I really have to get on that bus if it is going to be the last one for the day.” She pleaded with her hands clutched tightly together. “I just told you, no more ticket.” The sales person said carefully as if she was hearing impaired. That drew a smile from Dennis.

Dennis sighed; he was going to have to give up his extra ticket. He told himself he was just being a gentleman but then who was he kidding? He mocked himself with that question. He has always got a soft spot for ladies with beauty and class. And this one sure is worth the effort of a cramping journey. Who knows what his reward might be? “Well, I can help you with your wish.” She whirled round as his words drew her attention, same way a magnet attracts iron. She stared uncertainly at him, her forehead greased with a frown.

Hmm! Quite alot of hair. He couldn’t help thinking again. The mass of hair looks more natural than artificial. The type not so common with African women. It was barely touching her shoulders, slender arm and with her raising her head to stare at him, exposed her long neck and a make-up free face. Dennis railed back within him. With or without cosmetics, she looks beautiful. Well, he’s got to get a hold of himself.

“How?” She asked and continued sarcastically with an upturned mouth “unless you’re willing to forfeit your ticket.” Mentally shaking himself, he took his eyes off her face and offered her a ticket.  The lady sure has an attitude too but he had chosen to help and help, he shall. She went still. Dennis was surprise with the reaction. He looked at his hands to be sure he hadn’t waved a magic wand to turn her to a sculpture. When she regained her composition, she gave Dennis a suspicious look that prompts him to explain further. Now, he was almost getting angry. Attitude mixed with a suspicious mind is quite a good turn off. “Look, I actually bought two seats. You can have one if you still wishes to ride on that bus and we have to get in now as we are the only ones left.”

“Oh! Thank you, thank you....” she chanted as if she was back in her primary school reciting nursery rhymes. And that made her smile sheepishly. Probably, also realizing she had no reason to give him the attitude she previously did. She yet turned to thank the sales person too. Dennis couldn’t tell if the ‘thank you' was a satire move for doing nothing to help or just out of genuine relief. So much, for the need in purchasing two seats.

He watched as she slid onto her space. Her hand smoothing the gown top she was putting on. That move drew his eyes to her slim fingers with well trimmed nails devoid of polish. Ok, no make-up, no nail polish, she’s definitely not the type that will be interested in the rough roll in the hay. And Dennis isn’t up for the taking anymore. He can only do what his friends call ‘the side line.’ Even with that in mind, he couldn’t help noticing how well shaped her figure is. Everything except the hair is proportionate to her size.

She proved him right that she wasn't some easy teasy girl with the words that came out of her mouth next. “God bless you richly sir, you know God sure answers prayers. I told my mum I will get a bus but she doubted. well, thank God he's still sitting on the throne. I have an interview tomorrow by 12, I got the text late and... ” She quickly looked away realizing she was beginning to blab.

'Oh hell no!' Dennis screamed within him. He has shackled himself with the kind of girls he spent his entire life avoiding. Any lady that puts God fore-front of her conversation is more devious than the devil himself from his experiences. They change faces, faster than the chameleon. His growing attraction gradually begins to dim..... To be continued. Cheers!


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