How I Cherish My Sister(chapter 1)

October 2, 2019   |   by Huge Store

DIG TWO GRAVES – Some wise guy or something, I’m not good
with their names I just take their words to mind.
A professional “do it all” consultant. From finding missing
persons or object to high profile assassination; I’m the guy to
call. Been in the business for a while, so on my worst days I’m
am considered an experienced professional and on my best days
I am a bleeding expert.
My name is Kunle Smith and as I lie down here in a pool of my
own blood waiting for death’s cold embrace, I cannot help but
ask the question : HOW THE Bleep DID IT COME TO THIS.
To answer my question I thought back to when it all started to
go wrong… The very beginning : Apologies in advance for the
gritty nature of what I am about to tell you. Some of us had it
rough in the origin department…
It’s a Cinderella story really, I was the unplanned fifth of five
boys left to fend for myself after my mom died giving birth to
number six, the only girl, Vera. The only good thing I had,
brothers had all gone off and wound up dead or in jail where
they wound up dead anyway and my father buries himself deep
in liquor ever since my mum died, hardly gives us the time of
day. “I’m hungry!” Vera would yell when she couldn’t hold it in
anymore. My father would throw an empty bottle at her as he
growled his usual response “be glad I give you a pilow to sleep
and a roof over your head, you want something to eat, work it
out for yourself.” crying she would beg to go out with me and I
would take her. She was special, did all I could to protect her,
but really she was the one always taking care of me. Because
when she started to put on her lonely lost child act in the
center of a town the attention of all the bleeding hearts in the
town focuses on her and while they were busy trying to comfort
her, I would slowly creep behind them, help myself to all the
fancibles and valuables in their pockets and be gone before they
realise it. We were happy until one faithful day…. We had a
great run, plenty of loose wallets in heaping pile, we were
planning on how to go about our spending. “Let’s get ice cream”
Vera was saying, when they showed up. About six guys none of
them was over twenty by the looks of them but they were all
bigger than me. ‘good idea little Dam’ said one of them, “after
that we can go to Freddie’s and get us each a girl for the
night” added the one who struck me as the leader. With anger I
stepped in front of them protectively standing over Vera and our
money and said “stand back, our hard work, our money” the
leader replied “but it’s on our turf so that makes it our money
you are either going to hand it over or get bloodied, you and your
pretty little Dam sister, your choice” he laughed. ” Stay away
from us” I warned. He came forward eerily looming over, he
bent low his face inches from mine and with a suffocating foul
breath said “Who’s gonna make me” and all of a sudden they
descended on me with punches, sticks, and wait was that a
hammer? Oh OK it was a big fist, felt like a hammer though. It
was hell I have never experienced such physical pain in my life
before. With spared glance I saw Vera throwing rocks at them
screaming “leave my brother alone” I wanted to scream, tell her
to run but my voice wasn’t working. Then one of Them walked
over to her and tried to grab her but she wouldn’t let him. She
was squirming under his loose grip I was screaming “vera no,
leave her alone!” forcefully Vera managed to break herself free
from her attacker. she had used her legs to push as hard as
she could against the guy, it’s resulting force propelled her
forward right into the main road. And then I HEARD:
PAAAAAAANM PAAAAAAANM, it was getting dark so no one
really saw it coming, no one heard it blew it’s trumpet, not until
it was too late. VERAAAAAA! I screamed with all my strength.
It was a freaking horror show me on my knees unable to move,
couldn’t stand, couldn’t run, Vera was screaming as the truck
hit and then ran over her, I was helpless wishing for it all to
stop but it didn’t, almost immediately after everything was
quiet. Our attackers fled, the driver fled too he had been driving
Without headlights that’s why I had not seen him in time. The
truck had crushed her thoroughly scattering Vera’s body parts
all over the road. With an overwhelming, an immeasurable and
an unimaginable grief in my heart, a realisation came to me:
this world is a cruel world, only the wicked thrive. And vera
was an angel the world was not meant for her let her go back
to heaven that’s were she belongs with angels like her.
“goodbye Vera watch over me, they didn’t kill you but they are
the reason you are dead and thats the same thing to me, watch
as I bring down hell upon those that brought you this gruesome
fate”…. I vowed.
……After that horrible incident, to become stronger, I joined
gangs, pushed drugs, abused drugs, engage in Street fights, gang
wars, pimped girls over the years, A bloody waste of time if you
ask me. For none of it made me strong the way I wanted to be.
It was when I got arrested and was sent to prison, that I found
the kind of strength I was looking for. Warmed my way to the
hearts of the inmates quickly enough. it was after I told my
story and expressed my determination for revenge that one of
the prison bosses took me in, thought me everything I need to
know. Trained me in combat and gun battle, thought me the
best revenge path to take. After serving four years of prison
time I was released three years ahead of schedule for good
conduct, I wasted no time in plotting my revenge course, using
the connection Don piccolo (my prison boss) gave me, finding
my first target wasn’t hard: The Driver. I traced him to his
home town, where he was a mechanic. Immediately I saw him,
eight years of anger welled up inside of me. I walked up to him
and asked “do you know me”. He gave me a once over look
and said “no can I help you with anything?” “you don’t
remember me” I asked again. He stopped what he was doing
and looked at me then asked “Who are you”. “Do you know
vera?” I answered his question with mine. “No and I would like
you to leave my property, I am not comfortable with you on it”,
he replied as he looked up into my eyes and took a step back.
Guessing he must have seen it, the murderous intent in my
eyes. Before he could speak I asked him “do you remember the
little girl you crushed to pieces eight years ago with that truck”
pointing to the last truck at the roll of vehicles on the left. His
eyes widened as he remembered, he raised his left hand that
held a huge metal spanner and tried to hit me with it but I was
quick, I stepped back thrusting forward I jabbed him on the jaw,
he staggered back. seeing that he couldn’t fight me he ran back
so fast inside his shop and locked the wooden gates, I could
hear his footsteps retreating deeper inside. something shiny
caught my eyes. The fool had left the key to the truck he was
repairing on the ground I picked it up and climed in, then
started it, and drove it straight through the gate, as the gate
shattered he came into view, his back against the wall, his
chest heaving so high I thought his heart was gonna bust out,
his eyes as wide as they could go. With a tinge of satisfaction
and a small smile on my lips because I liked the fear that
resonated from him, it was the same fear that vera felt before
dying, I drove the vehicle straight at him crushing him against
the wall behind him, I came out of the truck, went out to pick
surrounding flowers. Wasn’t really comfortable with it, I didn’t
want to leave any trail for the police to track, but I believed it
was the right thing to do. The Don had said that It’s meant to
be like a sense of knowing for Vera that her killers hadn’t gone
unpunished. plus by the time the police caught up, i would have
been done with my vengeance mission, dissappeard and started
a new life. Placing the flowers on the dead driver I muttered
‘for Vera’.
To be continued

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