THINGS IN BETWEEN

PROLOGUE

A cold December Tuesday night, accompanied by the rustling of leaves as the breeze blew through the window and her body felt its cold dry impact. She held her hand tight around her siblings as they all whimpered waiting for help.

“They will be here soon.” She kept on muttering trying to assure herself than she was assuring them. She had called the emergency number a few minutes ago even though she had no trust in it, but she had got to do that because she couldn't think of anyone else to call. She shivered at the thought of what had happened some hours ago. If only she had switched off the generator earlier as instructed by her parents, maybe this would not have happened. They would not have gained easy entrance into the house. She sniffed and felt hopeful when she heard the sound of the siren from far away.

A thought of the assassin being one of those she had wronged crossed her mind. She hasn't killed anyone in the process of being wicked or finding joy in hurting others, why then should somebody decide to do this to her? She shivered as the wind blew stronger.

“Can't they get here as quickly as possible.” Her brother muttered and looked at her expecting an answer, but she forced a smile in reply. Her younger sister who is considered to be the weakest of the three, sobbed and her body shook violently against the hand that was held around her.

“They will be fine right?” Her brother asked, staring at the blood stains that drew different patterns on the once shining cream colour tiles.

“They will be.” She assured them and sighed. The killer had entered when she opened the door to put off the generator. He went straight to her parents bedroom and stabbed them there. Their father struggled to lock them into the room they now sat down and on his way out, the blood that flowed out of his wound made those patterns on the floor.  The saving grace they had, was her small phone that was with her and that was what she used to call the emergency number. Do emergency numbers even work in Nigeria? She muttered sadly but sighed in partial relief when she heard the rhythm of the siren from far away.

The sound of the sirens and the closing of doors as the occupants of the car alighted and their footsteps as they entered the house made a blood of relief flow through her veins. What if the killer is still lurking around somewhere in the compound? She asked herself mentally, and then she heard a voice and the door knob was turned as someone tried opening the door. Tamilore and her siblings shifted backwards in fear but the wall didn't give way for them to escape.

“It was a young girl that called, she should still be somewhere.” A feminine voice announced and that gave her an assurance that it was the emergency service and not the killer. She pulled her siblings along with herself as she stood up, and they looked up at her waiting for her to do something. Those eyes staring at her had wanted to ask questions like are you sure we should all go ahead? What if it is still the same people? But a lump formed at the back of their throats, or maybe her speech organs just could not process the right answer to give.

With tears in her eyes, she cried out for them to know they were still in the room and the door was pushed open by force. Tamilore and her siblings came out to meet the expectant faces of the officers who immediately walked them to the ambulance parked outside.

“What about our parents? They will be fine right?” She asked the doctor who was attending to her sister who had a panic attack a few minutes ago, she used her hand to rub the spot the assassin placed his cold knife on her neck as it still felt very cold.

“Sure, they will be fine.” He answered and just then she saw stretchers being rolled out of the house with bodies concealed by body bags.

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