By KingWax Oluwadamilare
There was a bang- a shot from his gun. I decided not to move, there was no reason to. The end was near. I accepted that. I only wished that David would be taken care of. That’s all that mattered to me. Tears streamed down from my eyes, but I refused to sob. Suddenly, I could hear. No more static sounds but somewhat like a loud wail in a vast hall. I tried to open by eye but it closed again. I could hear the voices. I was expecting more shots to hit me but none came. That’s was when I realised that Harry never shot me. He pointed the gun, I heard the shot, but it wasn’t from Harry.
I opened my eyes again, this time, I saw Harry, pointing a gun towards the window and shouting. I couldn’t hear what he was saying, but he wasn’t joking. Beside me was the guard that was laughing with him when he was about to shoot me, he was dead. Harry had shot him. I was confused. Why would Harry shoot the guard? I asked myself.
I shook my head better and I could hear the voices a bit clearer. Harry pointed his gun towards the window. I could hear another voice now. It was child’s- sobbing. I shook my head again and this time, I heard well.
‘Put the gun down, Terry. Put it down!’ Harry shouted.
Terry? My mind raced through the names. David! That was David. I looked towards the window, where Harry pointed his gun, it was at David. Oh, my God! I tried to stand up but I couldn’t.
‘Terry. It’s bad to kill, okay? You just shot my man here. Put down your gun- we call talk about this.’
I looked at David. He held the gun in both hands, definitely terrified, sobbing, but determined.
‘Shoot him, David!’ I mustered some strength.
‘Shut the fucck up!’ Harry screamed at me. ‘Don’t listen to that bittch, okay? You are a good boy.’
‘David, please.’ I said.
Harry aimed at me in a sharp quick movement and fired his gun. He missed. In a flash, he was aiming back at my son.
‘You got the count of five to put down that gun, Terry. Or whatever the fucck your name is. I swear, I will shot you. I am done pleading with you.’ Harry shouted at him.
‘Please, don’t kill him.’ I cried, trying to get on my feet.
‘You are not dead yet? You got nine lives, yeah?’ He chuckled as he responded to my plea. ‘Don’t worry, I will take care of you. But it’s a pity I gotta kill this brat.’
Terry fired at David, and right in my eyes, David wet down. The gun in another direction. I fainted.
I woke up to many beeping sounds. My head aches. My body too. The trauma of losing David weighed all over me. My strength, all gone. I began to cry. Fighting Harry was not an option. After seeing David die, the next things was to follow suit. All the will to fight faded in an instance. I expected Harry to finish up his job. I decided to stand up and run to him. I know what he would do, he would shoot me. But that was all I wanted, that was all that must happen. I have to die.
I gathered my strength and tried to sit up, but it appeared I was tied. I fell back and tried to open my eyes. Everything was a bit dark, blurry. I closed it and tried again, then I could see clearly, where I was. It was in a room; I was on a bed. The beeping sound was from the heart monitor machine and the ropes that held me down were many tubes that conduits fluids into various veins on my body. I fell back on my bed.
‘Oh, my God, David.’ I cried.
‘David is fine.’ A voice answered me.
I quickly glanced to my side, I didn’t know he was sitting there, beside me.
‘David is fine, Cindy.’ Fredrick said again, a smile on his face and a tap to my arm.
‘He is?’ I sobbed.
He nodded and smiled.
‘You need to get well, okay.’ Fredrick said.
‘No, I need to see my son.’ I said and sat up. I began to remove the drips on me.
‘Don’t do that, Cindy.’ Fredrick held me down. ‘I will order them to bring in your son, but you need to get well. You were almost dead. I warned you not to come.’
‘Please, before you kill me, let me see my son.’
‘No one’s gonna kill you, Cindy.’ Fredrick let go of me and gestured to a guy by the window. ‘Bring David in.’
‘David?’ The guy said.
My heart leaped. ‘He’s dead, isn’t he?’ I began to cry. ‘He’s dead! I saw Harry shot him!’
‘Bring in Terry. Will you?’ Fredrick said.
‘Oh, sorry. I don’t know any David.’ The guy muttered and exited the room.
‘I am sorry.’ I whispered to Fredrick.
David was brought in- hale and hearty. I couldn’t contain my joy as I held him to my chest and cried uncontrollably. My joy knew no bounds. After I had taken my time, I turned to Fredrick and thanked him.
‘It’s okay.’ He replied.
‘Please, let me take him. Let me go.’ I pleaded. ‘Do not let Harry take…’
‘Harry is dead, Cindy. You are free now.’
‘He is?’ I was surprised.
‘Yeah. I killed him!’ Fredrick said.
‘Your father?’ I whispered. Both confused and happy at the same time.
‘Well,’ he began, ‘I came in just when he was pointing his gun at the poor boy. I knew my father, he would kill him.’
‘But… But I heard the gun shot, I saw David fall.’
‘Yeah, he was just scared. He must have thought he was dead when he heard the sound. I was the one that shot my father.’
‘I’m sorry.’ I whispered.
‘Don’t be.’ He stood up. ‘I never liked him. Get well. I already arranged how you’ll get to Mexico.’ He said as he was exiting the room.
‘Can we go now?’ I said as he was about to leave.
‘You don’t want the money?’
‘No.’ I quickly said. ‘It was your father’s; keep it. Just let us go. Please.’ I begged.
Fredrick smiled. ‘We shall see.’
He said and exited the room. I was scared. I can’t take another round of trouble.
‘Lord help me.’ I whispered.
David hugged me and sobbed.
Three days later, I arrived in Mexico, with David. Fredrick had let us go. He didn’t plan to keep us at all. Fredrick was generous enough to give us ten thousand dollars. He asked me to get a job and live a modest life. I agreed. I had no choice though. Ten thousand was enough for me to start a new life. We rented an apartment and I got a small shop and started my hair salon business. Business was slow, but it puts food on the table, helped pay for David’s school fees and we could save a little for the raining day.
Seven months later, a postman delivered a parcel, directly to my door step. It was surprise because I wasn’t expecting any. I had no friends and no family. Without doubt, it was meant for me. My name, Rosa Rodríguez was clearly printed on the parcel. I signed and took it inside. With shaking hands, I opened it and it was nearly empty- except for a small envelope. I tore the envelope and couldn’t withhold my surprise. It was a cheque for five million dollars and a letter.
I see that you have taken my advice and is living a modest life. I cannot tell you how happy I am.
This is gift for your son, David, on his birthday, today. I know you would be surprised, we never discussed any of this, but, I still believed you earned part of the money.
I know you said you have forgiven me about your mom, but, I am still sorry about her death.
I promise to you guys soon.
From me, Fredrick!