He frowned for a moment.
“He said, someone was after his life.”
I scrambled to my feet.
“W-who, who was after his life Mr Dan?”
He didn't look happy.
“Ehm.”
I pulled him up by the collar of his shirt.
"Tell me who, tell me right now.”
Mr Dan looked like he'd swallow a bottle cap.
"Calm down! I'll tell you, I'll tell you. Please let go of my shirt first. I can't breathe!”
"Okay. I'll let you go.”
I let go of his shirt.
And sat down.
Rubbing both hands together.
My eyes were fixed on him.
He was maybe forty- five and athletic looking, Tennis probably, basket ball.
I'm sure my dad loved Tennis too.
Maybe he rode.
He wore glasses.
Rim glasses, which you don't see all that often any more.
Especially in Lagos.
Had a square- jawed Harvardy face, and an unkempt partially grey brush cut like The Rock.
“Tell me who was after my father's life.”
He replied.
“Can I sit now?”
Straightening out his shirt.
I wore a frown.
He continued.
“It was someone very close to you. Someone who trust."
“What exactly are you driving at?”
"It was your mother.”
He said.
My countenance fell.
"What do you mean my mother! She would never do such a thing! You're saying nonsense! In fact why am I still here listening to the nonsense you're spitting out!”
I stood up.
Clenched my fists.
“I'm getting out of here! You've really lost it!
He grabbed my arm.
“I'm not lying! It was your mum, she killed your father, and made it look like he committed suicide."
Tears rolling down his cheek.
“Your mother killed my boss, Doyin!”
I was shocked.
Dumbfounded.
"What!”
YOU ARE READING
MISCONCEPTION
Mystery / ThrillerThe Misconception is a short story revolving around a young lady,who just came back from the U.S only to find out that her dad is dead. She was told by her mother that he committed suicide. Is that true? Sit back and watch as the truth unfolds.
