256: Abaddon II

Hello There,

Welcome to my short story series - 256, This is part 2 of one I started a week ago click here to read and to check out the rest of the series here

She  lands on the stack of the travel boxes a few steps away from where he stood "I warned you, go to work and leave me in peace"

She stood up and walked up to him again "Leave you in peace? and me? what happens to my own peace of mind"

This time his palm gave a quick response to her question that left her holding her cheek shocked beyond words.
"That's exactly what happens to it" he said and walked out of the room.

Later in the day... 

"is that not too extreme?" She said into her mobile phone

She paused

"I'm not making excuses for him..."

Sigh

"Tola, i've heard you but in all this that you've said you still don't expect me to wake up and leave.."

"do you have have somewhere else you want me to go?"
"I will come and see you during the weekend okay?"
"Thank you dear"
"Bye"

After the call, she sat lost in her thoughts unable to do any work for the day.

***

Bamiro suddenly opened his eyes from his afternoon nap, and looked around frantically, he stood up and hurriedly closed the curtains around the house thinking to send a signal that his visitor wasn't welcome.

It was too late, he was already in and he knew exactly who he was,

"Let me be" he said aloud

The visitor gave out a very mean laugh

"I told you, you will hit her someday"

"What do you want this time?"

"I just came to tell you 'I told you so'"

"What sort of creature are you?"

"Ha ha ha Exactly the one you made me to be"

"Go away you freak!!!"

"Before I do, Shey you slapped her today? You will be worse"

Arrgghhhh Bamiro let out a scream

"I hate you"
"I hate you"

"I hate you" 

He repeated till he couldn't hear himself. 

***

Tiwa could smell the alcohol from the door. Walking into the living room she sees her husband lying shirtless on the couch. She dropped her bags, went back into the living room, tears rolled down her cheeks as she stood and watched his drunk self sleep.

Trying to pick him up with her frail self to no avail, she eventually gave up and went to sleep.

***

She sat up on the bed as she heard the constant knocking against the ceramic, grunts of pain filled the atmosphere. She stood at the door of  the bathroom to see a shadow of who her husband once was. Scenarios upon scenarios just kept coming back.

Their wedding.

Their vows.

His sweet nature.

The slap.

This monster.

Something welled up inside of her, Fear.

At this time, the top ceramic lid of the toilet seat was broken on the floor. The fear enveloped her, so much that she was grounded on the spot. She found her voice, eventually.

"Bami, please stop!" she said trying not to sound pitiful

Hearing her voice, he stopped. Looked back at her with so much intensity then started moving closer to her

"You've decided to show your face, finally!" he said

With fear in her eyes, she started stepping back into the room

"What are you talking about? You're scaring me" Now she had stepped back to the foot of the bed trembling

"You see, I blame you for everything! EVERYTHING!!" He shouted in her face

"Calm down, lets go to bed and talk about this in the morning shall we?" She touched his arm trying to sooth him.

Every word she said angered him, the touch was the height. He threw his hands forward as hard as he could whipping it across her face. The only thing he felt was the sting against his palm. On the other hand, her patience had run thin and without thinking much of it, she pushed him as hard as she could and he landed on the floor of the bathroom.

Amidst sobs, she ran to her dresser, picked her phone and headed for the door of the room, Before she could make it to the front door, he grabbed her and threw her to the ground. She noticed the piece of ceramic in his hand.

"I told you, you will hurt her" The voice floated like a whisper in the room and rage flooded through his body, without a chance to think through his action, he pounced on her. Her pleading screams filled the room, She kicked and kept screaming. He didn't stop till she stopped.

* * *

"Mr Bamiro Oladele, you are under arrest for the murder of your wife Tiwalola Oladele. You have the right to remain silent or anything you say or do will be used against you in the court of law" The uniformed officer said to him in the hospital hallway.

***

Sweat broke out on his forehead just like the previous 119 days, the script was laid out before him, just like it had happened, nothing missing. 

Bamiro shut his eyes, his chained hands over his ears and let out a scream. 

"256! You don start agian?" The warder said as he walked up to his cell and hit the bars as an indication for him to keep it low, knowing he was doing it to no avail, he continued his inspection.

"I didn't do it, You did " Bamiro kept screaming, he didn't care how loud he sounded or who cared to listen, but this 'person' had to hear so he won't keep coming back to him.

***

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256: Abbadon

Hi everyone, 

I meant it when I said I was back :) So, we will continue where we left off in the 256 series, Click Here to find Introduction to the series and Here for the First story in the Series (Cumi) I do hope you enjoy this one. Let me know in the comment box!

The rays of light sipping through the Iron bars was the only source of light Bamiro knew after sunset. Sitting in the corner of the darkness, he flinched as he felt the presence walking into the room. He didn't have a clock but he knew the time, even after 120 days of consistent visits, he never seemed prepared.

Sweat broke out on his forehead just like the previous 119 days, the script was laid out before him, just like it had happened, nothing missing. 

Bamiro shut his eyes, his chained hands over his ears and let out a scream. 

"You don start agian?" The warder said as he walked up to his cell and hit the bars as an indication for him to keep it low, knowing he was doing it to no avail, he continued his inspection.

"I didn't do it" Bamiro kept screaming, he didn't care how loud he sounded or who cared to listen, but this 'person' had to hear so he won't keep coming back to him.

***

Tiwa left home everyday at exactly 7am in order to beat the traffic on her route and get to work in time. This day wasn't any different, she waved at the security guard as she drove into the gate.

"Good Morning" she repeated, greeting everyone as she walked to her desk carrying her laptop in a dark brown leather bag. Dumping her hand bag and laptop bag on her desk, she said a quick prayer, raised her head up and gave a huge sigh as she noticed Ayo walked in the direction of her desk from the corner of her eyes.

"Madame, How are you?"

"I'm fine oh, how far?"

"I dey oh" 

"Just checking on you"

Tiwa smiled and hoped it was genuine, relieved that Ayo turned to go back to her desk, she looks back and hits her with it.

"How is bamiro? How is the Job search?" She asked

"He is fine, Thanks. He is going for interviews and we are trusting God" Ayo placed her right hand on her shoulder as if to comfort her before she walked away 

"It is well ehen" 

The day became busy quickly and she soon forgot about her worries, but soon enough it was close of business, a time she really didn't look forward to. 

***

He sat in the dark, the deafening silence of his living room enhanced the sound of the ticking clock. The rise and fall of Bamiro's chest was all the movement he made in that day, he didn't even move when he heard the horn.

"Don't turn on the light" he said as she walked into the house, If her entire day hadn't been saturated with paper work, tiwa might have been inclined to respond but instead made her way to the bedroom to freshen up.

She made a quick meal, placed on the dining table, informed him about the food and went straight to bed. 

It was half past midnight, just like a programmed robot he stood up from the spot he sat in all day and walked into the bedroom. Listening to her almost silent sobs as he lay down beside her, he drifted into a deep escape. 

*** 

¨Bami¨

¨Bami¨ she carefully tapped her husband till he woke up 

¨What is it?¨ He said finally without any hint of emotions

¨Please sit up I need to talk to you¨

reluctantly obliging he sat up, she took her place next to him and continued

¨Your food was still on the dining table this morning, You didn't eat again?¨

For the first time in a long time, he looked her in the eyes, his brows in a frown

¨Is that why you woke me up? Don't you have somewhere to go?¨

¨Don't be defensive, I just wanted to talk¨ 

¨What would you have me say?¨

¨Anything, Its bad enough that you keep all the emotions inside¨

¨Oh! Its so easy for you to say, Its not your world that came crashing¨

The air in the room got stiff immediately and the tension grew.

¨Ive said that we're in this together¨

¨Are we really? I don't see us both sitting here when you go to work every morning¨

¨So, please don't say 'in this together'¨ he added then stood up heading to the bathroom.

She sat there trying to recover from what she just heard her husband say

¨Bamiro, please lets be reasonable here...¨ She finally found her voice but before she finished her statement, Bamiro stopped on his tracks 

¨So, I am being unreasonable now?¨

¨Will you let me finish?¨

¨Young woman, I am in no mood for all of these this morning¨

This time she stood up, quickly walked up to the front of the bathroom door before he could take another step. 

¨This is the most you've said to me since this incident happened, you will be in the mood o¨ 

But instead of giving her an answer, He pushed her aggressively out of the way.

To be continued...

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256: Cumi

My name is Deborah.
It was my first time. I only needed this time to throw into the ocean what had been an abomination to me previously. Just this one time.

I got caught... 

17, I met and started to experience these specie of human beings. The unsatisfied, the greedy, the perv Specie of the homo sapiens or like my sister will call them "Dirty Old men". I got the occasional winks. "Let me drop you by your house" and all that was fine until it became within close proximity.

18, I started an Internship. First day of work, met with my line manager, supervisor and overall Manager of the Department. It all started with little campaigns as entrusting me with the key to his office, commenting on my innocent look, asking to be his typist in my spare time leading to me earning his Trust - Maybe a little too much, so much that he left a pornographic clip playing in one of his 'Come and stay in my office while I go out' routines and said "Whatever you see there should not leave this Office"

I was wise enough to run before he demanded I do what I saw in the video clip...

I got dragged to the Master...

19, I started my 2nd Internship uncermoniously. On a faithful day, walking into his office to report some work done, He 'pinned' me to the wall in his office. Trying to convince me to kiss him, he placed his hand on his member trying to show me his hard-on.
"Look what you've caused" He said.
I managed to free myself from the 'pin down' without kissing him. Few days later, 2 cute boys and a woman with a protruding belly walked into the office, they were his family but he hadn't been wearing a ring.

"I noticed your countenance dropped when you saw my boys, you didn't do anything. You shouldn't feel bad" was what he said to me when he called me later in the evening.

I was disgusted.

I fell to my knees...

20, Messages going back and forth. I like him, He likes me. He also has a family.

We are not having an affair, we just acknowledge and a couple of flirtatious text messages and calls doesn't do anybody any harm. It was only a matter of time before we took the 'passion' out of the text messages and into reality. It felt good, good enough for me to meet up a 2nd time and a 3rd...

4:00pm Friday, 24th August, 2001

Deb: Hey You.
P: I was just thinking about you
Deb: really? What about?
P: I miss your lips
Deb: hmmm... 
P: Available tomorrow?
Deb: Yes, Time?
P: 6pm. Rm 256. Same place.
Deb: See you Then.
P: :) 
. . .

bang! bang!! 
On the door.
"Are you expecting anyone?" I asked as I stood up to open the door. Once I unbolted the door it flung open and shouts filled the atmosphere.

'Husband snatcher' 
'Useless girl' 
'They' dragged me to this mysterious looking man

I fell to my knees...

I fell to my knees in his presence drowning in the guilt and thought of what will befall me in a minute or 2, he turned his back to 'them' that dragged me down to him after saying something to them that I didn't hear and gradually the shouts died down and you could hear them leave, one after the other. I trembled and still couldn't lift up my head.

I flinched when he tapped me.
"Where are they that accuse you? Has no one condemned you?"

Still confused at what just happened or who this man is "No" I replied

"Neither do I, Go and Sin no more"

I stood up and glanced with curiosity at what he scribbled on the sand

"256"
I looked up at him again and he smiled and said

"I know all"

***Cumi is based on a true life story using John 8:1-11 as a backbone***
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256: The Introduction

Hello People,

How have you all been doing? In my last post I mentioned what I have been up too and what series is coming up next. As I've fallen in Love with doing series x_x 

What's 256 about?

 I've not written short stories in a while and I wanted to challenge myself. 256 is a series of unrelated short stories that just goes from the normal stuff I would write. When I sent my friend to do the art for me I told him "Something dark, different and ofcourse not me" and he came up with the art above and I loved it.

There will be 5 stories (so far) 

256: Akeldama

256: Wormwood

256: Sheol

256: Abaddon

256: Cumi

The Stories that i'm writing some are based on true life stories and some will be fiction, I leave it to you to decide which is which.

(Is it weird that I got all these Titles from the Bible? I think not :D) 

Can you see my chicken handwriting? x_x 

Its amazing that I have only finished "Cumi" but I started "Akeldama" before I even got the idea for Cumi *shrugs* You guessed right 'Cumi' Is coming up first.

Why "256"?

There is nothing special about the number a friend just told me a story and in the middle of the story he mentioned the number and it jumped at me. I told him I would use it to write. Nothing more, nothing less.

Purpose of 256?

When I got the idea, I just wanted it for the thrill but after finishing 'Cumi' I guess I just have to Trust God on however he wants to take the stories. I have not started most of them, so, just like you I am waiting to know the purpose for each of the stories. *shy smile* 

 How long will this run for? 

When I started planning it, I wanted it to run for Feb and then #DearGodLetters  (Which was absolutely Amazing) came up. I guess this will run from March- April and see how it goes.

I really do hope you enjoy it and pick up a lesson or 2 as you read!!

Thanks for dropping by.

'Cumi' will drop by Friday

I'm excited. Please say you are too :) 

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