Reprisal |✔️

Chapter six

I hastily chewed the last piece of bread in my plate. It was already past nine and my mind was focused on my mission. Our parents, now my parents. I hated calling them that. It was better off saying: the parents went to bed immediately they had dinner.

They were already halfway into their meal when I joined them at the table. Dad stared sternly at me for a moment before he dug into his food again. Mum paid me no attention and her neck was bent all through, focused on her food.

No one said a word as we ate. They finished eating and dad held mum's hand as he led her up the stairs into their room, not sparing me a glance.

I still how hard my penalty was going to be. Whatever way, the murderer would be murdered tonight.

I drank the little water remaining in the mug and quickly did the dishes. I ran up to my room after that to get prepared.

I changed into a black leather jumpsuit and black sneakers. I pulled my long brown hair into a doughnut and pulled on my blonde wig. I packed a small torch, four latex gloves, a facemask and a small carpenter's knife into a small backpack I bought years ago. I had never used it before then.

I slung the featherweight backpack over my shoulders and took one last look at my room. What if I didn't come back? What if he overpowered me? These thoughts snagged at me but I shook them off.

I raised my window and the cool air rushed in, cooling my frenzied mind. I had done this many times.

During those times I needed to clear my head, I'd come up to the roof with my blanket. But this was different, I was going on reprisal.

I was lucky that my parent's room was not on the same side of the house that mine was, else they would have heard the rustling of the sycamore tree behind my window.

I heaved a sigh once my feet touched the ground. I walked quietly past our compound, trying not to think it could be my last time there.

I got to the bus station in no time, repeating the same process I went through in the afternoon, except this time, I had no bicycle.

I got in the bus and took a seat at the entrance, trying to tune out every small talk people beside me were making. I took deep breaths and worked on calming my nerves.

The bus came to a halt at the same place I kept my bicycle earlier. I recognized the sidewalks and the bends and corners and I walked briskly in the same direction as I did earlier.

When I saw his house in the distance, I wore my backpack to the front and started to dress in disguise. I wore two gloves on each hand and stuck the small carpenter's knife in my pocket.

I slowed my steps when I got to the bench I sat on in the afternoon and kept my bag on it. I made everything seem normal and glanced at the house which stood solitary in a spot.

I was no longer feeling nervous.

Gloves in hand, mask on face and a small knife hidden away, I marched to the house and towards the low window.

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