FVCK AND RUN…..(18+)…..Part 9


It was already getting dark.
I ran out through the door Tiffany was
pointing into the backyard of the house, the
whole house was surrounded by a fence. I
was still contemplating my escape route
when I saw Segun circling in to where I
was. Immediately I ran towards the barrier,
lifted myself with one foot, placed both my
hands on the surface and flew out. While
mid-air I could have sworn I saw Segun
holding a phone to his ear muttering
something like ‘act 4 accomplished’.
I had landed roughly; I stood up feeling too
much pain at my ankle. I looked around
and saw a familiar face, tall, dark, on
chinos. The first lanky paparazzi again! He
was already taking pictures. I didn’t
hesitate for an extra second as I dashed
towards the paparazzi, he noticed my
intensions as he quickly turned and started
running away from me. I chased after him
swearing that I would snap his neck if I
caught him.
The lanky man luckily ran into a cab which
drove him off to safety; for I swear if I had
caught him…
I stood at the middle of the road, hands on
my waist. I didn’t know the next line of
action to take, but it seemed Segun had
stopped chasing me, it didn’t bother me. ‘It
was a good thing after all’ I thought.
I hailed a taxi and asked the driver to take
me to my home addresss, no one could
possibly do me harm there. Inside the taxi I
reminisced about all that had happened,
picking the pieces of the whole event and
putting them together. My visit to Mike’s
house, His wife, she couldn’t drive and I
offered to drive her, she told me a few
horrible things about Mike; a man I had
respected. What’s more? My car got stolen,
sudden paparazzi’s, Tiffany’s friend’s
house, the sex, phone call, Tiffany’s death
and Segun firing bullets at me, his own
phone call. Then the stupid paparazzi
again, he seemed to have been waiting.
Everything seemed like a plot and the only
logical conclusion is that Mike is the Master
mind. That son of a b—h is going to serve
a long jail term I thought.
Sitting at the passenger’s seat of the Lagos
cab, the thought of Tiffany flooded my
mind. The young beautiful and talented
actress whom I had a crush on first sight
for, had died in my arm right after we made
love. Murdered by her own husband,
thinking about it now I realized I was
actually in love with her.
Then for the first time in my entire life,
inside a taxi cab, I bent my head and
sobbed for a woman.
“We are sorry to interrupt this program to
bring you this sad news.” The radio
presenter’s voice jolted me back to reality.
What could be worse than a man killing his
own wife? I sat up and eagerly listened to
what the news was going to be about.
“Today, actress Tiffany Johnson was
spotted with a yet unidentified man
roaming the streets. When paparazzi
spotted them and started taking pictures,
they ran into a compound and secluded
their selves there.” The reporter was
saying. But that was old news. Or have
they found the body already? I thought.
Segun was definitely going to clean up his
“Now the sad news is that, actress Tiffany’s
body was found lying dead inside the main
building of the compound.” What? How
could Segun be so careless? I was about to
be shocked myself.
“Someone alerted the police when they saw
a man jumping out through the fence of
the crime scene. Thankfully a man was
there that took pictures of the man jumping
the fence. Now the pictures depict the
same man that had been spotted earlier
with the actress.”

‘That b—–d paparazzi!’ I cringed.
“When the police arrived at the crime scene
and conducted some investigations, they
found out that the actress had not only
been murdered…” yes by her demon of a
husband. “…but also severely raped” wait a
“When could she have been raped” I said to
the hearing of the taxi driver who looked at
me suspiciously.
“Which rape ke?” he asked angrily.
“Umm nothing” I said sharply. He turned
and faced his front.
“The prime suspect of this brutal and
disgusting crime is no other but the
mysterious man that she was spotted with
and the police are doing everything within
their power to apprehend this nutcase.” The
reporter was saying.
“What?! That can’t be! I didn’t do it, Mike
Adewale did!” I blurted out.
“Wetin this one dey talk?” the taxi man was
staring at me angrily.
“Sorry, nothing” I said quietly. Hoping he
hadn’t gotten any hint of the situation.
“Wetin this news people they talk self?” he
said and turned to me.
“Umm they killed a celebrity today and they
are accusing the wrong guy.” I said. Hoping
he gets the message.
The taxi driver looked at me, hissed and
shook his head. “Oga, if to say ah dey
hears English ah for dey ask you wetin e
talk? Nonsense”
“Sorry abeg no vex, them say they kill one
girl wey dey act film, but I think say them
dey accuse the wrong person.” I broke it
down for him.
“How you wan take know that one you dey
there?” he hissed and continued facing his
I ignored him, of course I was there. This is
just a blind accusation by the daft Nigerian
police force. I am a victim here. All these
thoughts ran through my mind until a
realization hit me hard. The police was
currently looking for me. My house was no
longer safe.
“Oga stop here!” I shouted at the driver
who immediately screeched to a stop. I
jumped down and paid the driver who
hissed, shook his head and drove off.
I was already very close to my house. From
where I stood I could see a police patrol car
at the front of my house.
I made to turn and leave the premises. I
saw that bloody metal object pointed to my
face; the handler, Segun.


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