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End Him Part 2

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  • END HIM
    Abimbola is confused, distraught and afraid after she manslaughters her husband. She is temporarily relieved to get help from her mysterious neighbor until she realizes that before the night is over, there is going to be another death. Hers.

ABIMBOLA

Abimbola went into the bedroom quietly and picked up the baby. She hugged her baby tight and tried to hear what was going on in the living room. She began to think of the lady who until a few minutes ago she never knew existed. “Why was she helping her?” she wondered. Or was she? Panic seized Abimbola as she realized that the woman may not be helping at all but had intentionally come in to make sure she didn’t escape. She looked around frantically for an escape route, but then she slumped in despair. Where would she go? She knew no one here; Ayo had made sure of that. Ayo. She had come to hate the man over the past few months but she never wished him dead not to mention by her own hand. The moment she stabbed him began to replay over and over in her head and she fell on the floor crying, the baby in her arms. The motion disturbed the baby and he began to bawl.

JANELLE

The police officers turned and Janelle’s heart dropped. “Is that a baby crying?” the first officer asked. Oh yes, that’s my baby, she must have woken up. “I thought you lived alone ma’am,” the second officer asked, eyes narrowed. “I didn’t know my baby counted,” she said forcing a laugh that sounded weird even to her own ears. “Ma’am can we come in?” the officer asked decidedly. “Come in?” She asked shrilly, “And why would you need to do that?” “We need to check if everything is alright”. “Everything is all right” she snapped. “You came here because you received a complaint that I was too loud and now everything is fine, so unless you have a warrant can you please leave me now? I need to attend to my baby”. Both officers stared at her for a while and she stared back defiantly her heart pounding. After what seemed like a lifetime, the officers finally glanced at each other and shrugged. “Stay out of trouble or we will come with a warrant next time,” the first officer said as they left. “I will” she shot back, resisting the urge to lie on the floor in relief.

She closed the door and leaned against it, her hand over her heart, trying to get it back to its normal speed. That had been so close. She regained her composure then went into the kitchen. She saw the body and stood there looking at him for a while, he had lost a lot of blood. The knife lay on the floor near him and looking around; she found a napkin which she used to pick up the knife. She took the knife to the sink and was washing off the blood when she heard movement behind her. She stiffened and turned to the door but no one was there. Suddenly she realized the movement was coming from the man on the floor.

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ABIMBOLA

Abimbola shushed the baby gently. She could hear the voices at the door turn up a notch and knew they had heard the baby cry, but she didn’t care anymore. A strange calm had settled over her and she got up and began feeding the baby. She resolved to be in control of her situation from now on. If only she had made that resolution five months ago she wouldn’t be in this mess. But she had allowed her parents and friends push her to a decision she wasn’t even sure she had wanted. Ayo had gone abroad two years ago leaving his girlfriend (her) with promises of sending for her when he had settled over there. About two months after he left, Abimbola discovered she was pregnant which made her incredibly happy. The same could not be said for Ayo who when she told the news had laughed and said: “bola I’ve been gone for weeks, I haven’t forgotten you and you don’t need to fake a pregnancy for me to take you serious”. After assuring him that she was indeed very serious he went quiet for a minute and forced a laugh stating how happy he was.

After that, Ayo didn’t pick her calls anymore and after much urging from her parents and friends, she went to his parents. Ayo was furious when his parents called him about her, but couldn’t disobey their order to come back to Nigeria and wed her properly. At the wedding, Ayo didn’t even bother to hide his disgust and anger, she expressed her concern to her parents who had assured her he will come around eventually. Immediately after the wedding, Ayo went back and only returned a year later when his parents asked him to come see his newborn son. Her parents broached the topic of her going to join him over there with his parents’ months later and a few months after that, she found herself being picked by a livid Ayo at the airport.

Things were as bad as she had feared as Ayo treated her and the baby like they were visitors that had overstayed their welcome. The fantasies Abimbola had made up of them having a picnic by the sea, faded as the months went by. Then came that fateful day, she had resolved to finally confront him when he came home and it was like he had been waiting for her to step out of line. Now here she was, a murderer with a strange woman in their house who she wasn’t even sure was friend or foe. She sat there holding her baby and waited for whatever was coming.

JANELLE

Janelle watched as the man slowly came to, he was obviously weak from the loss of blood but unless her eyes were playing tricks on her, he was definitely breathing, however shallow. “He must have passed out after he was stabbed,” she thought to herself. But this was a minor inconvenience. She could handle this unexpected turn of events. Slowly, she knelt beside him and covered his mouth and nose with her hands. His eyes registered confusion and panic and she pressed. He struggled but was too weak and she kept her hands clamped over his mouth and nose until he stopped breathing.

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