BLOODY ROMANCE

Chapter 18

BLOODY ROMANCE ❤️🩸
(By Blood or By Love) 
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Chapter 18🔥
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"The dead are never far from us, they are in our hearts and on our mind and in the end all that separates us from them is one single breath, one final puff of air"
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@Lekki, Lagos.
Nigeria 🇳🇬
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                🖤_JAMES_🖤
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Uncle Tayo came into the room my room. He shook his head pathetically as he saw me sitting on the floor, my head against my wardrobe. I was still in tears.

"Jimi" he came over and squatted before me. "You have to be strong!"

"Now, your dad is gone. You and your brother are the men of the house. Be strong for your mum." 

Mama was still in the living room, wailing endlessly. 
"Where is my brother?" I asked Uncle Tayo.
Just then, Smith walked into the room. Uncle Tayo turned to him.
"Femi! I'll be leaving now, you have to take care of your brother and your mum" He said to Smith before leaving.

As he left, Smith sat beside me and maintained the same position as I do.

He brought out two lollipop from his pocket and handed one to me. I refused. He shrugged and opened it and started licking it.

I felt like strangling him to death. He doesn't seems perturbed at all that my father…his father…our father is dead.

"You have to stop crying like a baby, James" he said after a while. "Only women and children cry as you do. You have to stop it" he admonished.

"You say this because you hate Baba." I ventured, angrily.

He shrugged "Me, not crying doesn't mean I hate him. Is just that I've cried a lot in the foreign land and there are no more tears left for me." He said bluntly.

I clenched a fist.

"Smith, if it was Mama that died, would you've said this?" I probed, angrily.

His jaw tightened and he looked at me. Anger flashed in our eyes. I expected him to react by slapping or punching me as he always does.

But he did none of that. He focused on the sweet he was licking. Anger prickled at me. I dragged the lollipop from his mouth and smashed it on the floor.

He sprung up and looked strangely at me. Then he said calmly "I know you're trying to put all your anger on me. I know you're looking for a fight. But I won't fight you. I'll leave you for now, to grieve alone." He started walking away.

"I wish it was Mama that died" I shouted after him.

He turned to me immediately. His eyes flashed red and his fists were clenched so tightly.

He ran to me and lifted me up, he shook me violently, then he stopped and said "Don't get Mama into this. Don't even dare!"

"And if I do?" I challenged.

"Then that prophecy will come true" he threatened.

" (One of us, will die on the hands of the other) "

I smirked at him "If the prophecy will surely come true then you'll be buried alongside with Baba" I said and he struck me a hard blow.

For the first time in my life; I retaliate. I gave him a punch in his chest. A punch so heavy that it shove him backward. I saw the look of surprise on his face. 

Then with the speed and agility of a Panther, he lept at me, pushing me heavily to the floor.

His fist pounded thrice on my face. I used my sprawling legs to push him off me, then I sprung from the floor and spin towards him. I held his head and jammed it on the wardrobe.