FVCK AND RUN…..(18+)…..Part 8

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Tiffany rested her head on my chest as we
lay on the tiled floor of her friend’s sitting
room. I kissed her hair and stroked it
gently, she raised her head to look at me
then she sat up.
“What we did was it bad?” she said and
pushed her hair backwards. She was still
unclothed.
I chuckled loud. “Well I hate to break it to
you babe, but you just committed adultery.”
I said wryly.
She hit me on the chest with her arm. “As
at the time we had that fun my marriage
with Mike Adewebeast was null and void.”
She said boldly.
“Then you have nothing to be guilty about.
Be rest assured that our journey doesn’t
end here.” I told her assuredly.
She smiled down at me. I got up and
located my clothes. When I was done
wearing them Tiffany had already worn her
gown, she was fumbling with her zip. “Wait
let me help you with that.” I said and
zipped the gown for her. She thanked me.
“Can I have your phone? I left mine in the
car.” She said.
“Sure” I dipped my hand into my pocket,
brought out my phone and handed it over
to her.
“I’ll be right back.” She said then walked
out of the sitting room.
I studied the sitting room with little interest.
The floor was tiled, an old clock hung on
the wall. The time was already ten minutes
after five. No TV set or electronic
appliances apart from an old Compaq
computer sitting on the dining table. I
decided to make use of the computer to
browse the internet for any news about our
escapade. I approached the dining hoping
the computer was still alive, thankfully
when I pushed the power button it beeped
to life. I searched a nearby cupboard and
saw an internet modem; I plugged it into
the USB port and checked for any active
data subscription, it was positive so I
opened the browser and surfed popular
blogs in the country.
The story was already online, only few
blogs carried different storylines, the rest
were just copy and paste. Pictures of me
and Tiffany were everywhere. Some
headlines were “Mike Adewale’s wife
paroling town with a stranger.”, “Is actress
Tiffany Johnson seeing another?” etcetera.
Some of the blogs even termed me clueless
for continually looking at the camera.
I switched off the computer and started
wondering what was taking tiffany too long,
I decided to go outside and see for myself.
As I approached the door Tiffany ran into
me panting. I grabbed her and tried to calm
her down bur she was trying to tell me
something. She was breathing difficultly,
tears was rolling down her eyes.
“Charles I haven’t been totally honest with
you” she said with difficult breathing. Then
she fell off, I caught her mid-air.
“What do you mean?” I asked. I was really
scared by then.
She placed her right arm on my cheek. “I’m
so sorry Charles, Run!” she spoke those
last words with sympathy in her eyes. Then
her hand fell flat on the floor, blood rolled
out of her nose. She stopped breathing, I
felt her pulse but didn’t feel anything, and
Tiffany was dead, in my arms.

Her mouth was still open from the last
words she spoke, I stared at her lifeless
eyes, and they were still urging me to run. I
was confused as to what might have
happened. Then I saw my phone on the
floor, I went and picked it up, checked the
call log and saw that she dialed Mike‘s
number. I looked at her body, ‘Did Mike kill
her?’
Her last words kept ringing in my ear. I’m
so sorry Charles, Run!
I went and knelt down beside Tiffany,
closed her eyes and laid her straight. Tears
were already forming in my eyes. I couldn’t
embrace it, Tiffany was dead. The sound of
the main gate crashing open jolted me
back to reality, I rushed to the window to
see what it was. I saw a familiar dark figure
approaching the door hastily holding a
silenced short gun in his right arm; it was
Segun, Mike’s security man.
Immediately he saw me, he aimed his gun, I
ducked. Didn’t hear a sound but the
window glass was already scattered on me.
I rushed and locked the door.
Contemplating whether to leave Tiffany
alone, I realized her left hand had been
pointing towards a door.
I looked back and saw segun’s dark figure
smirking behind the window. He was
aiming his gun again. I dived, didn’t hear
any gunshot; must be cause of the
silencer. I dashed towards the door Tiffany
was pointing at.

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