fu-ck and run episode 6

fu-ck and run episode 6
It was alre-ady getting dark.
I ran out throu-gh 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 r0ûghly; 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 alre-ady taking pictures. I didn’t hesitate for an extra second as I dashed towards the paparazzi, he noticed my intensions as he quic-kly turned and started running away from me. I chased after him swearing that I would snap his n£¢k 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 w@!st. I didn’t know the next line of action to take, but it seemed Segun had st©pped 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 S-x, 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 pas-s£nger’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 sobbe-d for a woman.
“We are sorry to interrupt this program to bring you this sad news.” The radio pres£nter’s voice jo-lted 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 sp©tted with a yet unidentified man roaming the streets. When paparazzi sp©tted 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 b©dy alre-ady? I thought. Segun was definitely going to clean up his mess.
“Now the sad news is that, actress Tiffany’s b©dy 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 throu-gh 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 sp©tted earlier with the actress.”
‘That bastard 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 R@p£d” wait a minute!
“When could she have been R@p£d” I said to the hearing of the taxi driver who looked at me suspiciously.
“Which r@p£ 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 sp©tted 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.
“we-tin 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.
“we-tin 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 we-tin e talk? Nons-en-se”
“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 front.
I ignored him, of course I was there. This is just a blind accusation by the daft Nigerian police f0rç£. I am a victim here. All these thoughts ran throu-gh my mind until a realization hit me ha-rd . The police was currently looking for me. My house was no longer safe.
“Oga st©p here!” I shouted at the driver who immediately screeched to a st©p. I jumped down and paid the driver who hissed, shook his head and drove off.
I was alre-ady 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.
Even in darkness I could see Segun’s sm-irk. It was so devious.
“Where do you think you are going?” Segun was saying.
“c@m£ to finish me off?” I retorted.
Segun chuckled. “I Wish dude. You evading the police were not p@rt of the plan; now turn around.”
I clenched my fist. “What are you talking about?”
Segun br@ndished his gun. “Everything has been written down like a movie script. According to the plot, in this scene you walk right into the cops and get arrested. You have pla-yed your role well up to this point; you don’t want to disappoint the director now do you?”
I was mystified; I slowly pieced everything he said together. It was all a plot to get me arrested. ‘Why’ I wondered.
“Hurry up! Unlike most movies this one has a deadline. Don’t worry geek boy, everything will be revealed at the last scene.” Segun aimed at my che-st.
I thought about attacking him since it seemed they nee-ded me alive. But the look in Segun’s eyes suggested that he wouldn’t hesitate to b!ow me off if I tried anything stupid so I maintained my cool and tried a negotiation.
“Whatever Mike paid you, I will double it” I said.
Segun laughed loudly I feared the cops might hear him. “You are a s£ntimental fool Charles. I don’t work for Mike though that’s what he thinks; in fact he is a co actor such as you. You both are following the same script written by a higher master mind and moreover what the director offers isn’t in terms of money. Now kindly turn around and get yourself arrested” he said sharply.
I turned around and began pondering what he just said, if he doesn’t work for mike then who? Segun pressed the gun in my spine urging me to move forward. I took several steps forward, seeing that I was within the cops’ eyesight I hesitated and turned around to see Segun standing way behind me pointing the gun towards my head. So much for handing me over to the cops’
“Move it lad, change direction and I promise to draw a map on your head.”
It seemed to me that the script says the police arrest me in this scene; I wasn’t going to pl@yby the script anymore.
“Hey!” I called out to the broad police man standing at the front of my house. His colleague, a female turned around and aimed her gun at me. I overhead Segun blurter “$h!t”
“Put the gun down, although am innocent am here to turn myself in” I said then turned around to see Segun gone.
The female police officer rushed forward and placed handcuffs on me. “You are un-der arrest for the murder of Mrs. Tiffany Johnson. You have every right to remain silent whatever you do or say shall be used against you in the court of law.” She said sharply. Her colleague walked briskly towards us and then turned me around. She led the way, when I tied to follow suit the male cop held me back, then he whispered to my ear. “That wasn’t written in the script Charles.”
“Tell your director that I am the author of my own life.” I whispered back.