Beautiful End

Grace

The dark man stood at attention, he was in a black suit with a black pair of shoes to match, he looked sorely professional, so much that if someone had told you that he was a homeless man who wore tattered clothes and took his bath three times in a week at the town  square, you wouldn't believe it. 

From time to time, he would check his watch and then, check his surroundings.
He did this for sometime and then he took his phone out and made a call.

As they watched on, he spoke in angry tones, and then he left the post he was guarding and turned to go.
We watched on as he moved away from the gate to the mansion, and then suddenly, a gunshot rung out. We both looked up to see the man wincing on the ground in pain.
We waited to be sure we were safe before Elvis stepped in and carried the man to his SUV.

We sped towards the hospital .
Now am getting ahead of myself, let me go back to where I left of from Elvis house.
After leaving Elvis's  house, and after my fruitless effort at drugging him so I could take him to the people at the organization, I had vowed to help him, especially after I heard the ordeal he had been through with the organization, and the  pain he had to endure because of them.

That night, I went home with a good purpose , and for the first time in my life, I felt light hearted. I got into my room, took a shower, got into my pyjamas and got into bed.

Somewhere in the middle of the night, I heard a slight shaking of the main door to my room, and then the doorknob began twisting, I  had no doubt it was someone sent from the organization to come kill me, and so I slipped on a coat and opened the window that led to the ground floor and then climbed through it carefully to the ground.

I landed with a slight tad and twisted my ankle in the process, with searing hot pain coursing through my ankle, I cursed quietly and moved little by little away from my house, until I was quite a distance from the house then I phoned Elvis.
He picked up on the second ring and told me to stay where I was because he was coming for me.

True to his words, he was there in a few minutes.
He told me it would be quite dangerous to go back to my apartment because the killer might still be hanging around waiting for my return, and so we went back to his.
In case you are wondering why we didn't phone the police, the police wouldn't believe a thing we said the last time we made a report to them about the organization, and so we decided to do everything on our own.

Elvis had hardly moved the car than we spotted a man in black suit with black shades and black shoes to match coming out of my apartment and talking silently into a phone, we waited until he got into a van parked a distance from my apartment and drove off, before  we followed at a safe distance.

We watched on as he drove to a huge mansion, and then he entered, we waited for a while as he came back and we could see he didn't look very happy, probably because of his failure to kill me.

He came out to guard the door as we watched on and then he had a phone call, we watched on as he spoke in angry tones and gestured wildly about, and then he changed  his position,suddenly a shot rung out from above, hitting him fair and square, he was down in seconds.

At the hospital, the doctors did their best and saved the man's life, he was scheduled to be released in a weeks time.
  We handed him over to the police who now believed us after seeing the condition the man was in,  they launched into a full investigation whiles we also secretly launched into ours.

After a tough day at the hospital, we both returned to my apartment to meet it in shambles.
I couldn't contain my tears as they rolled down, my bedroom was in a bad condition, my closet laid strewn on the floor with my clothes spilling out of it.
My bathroom door was ajar and the sink broken,  as if that was not enough, the living room was unrecognizable, the TV had been trashed and vandalized beyond recognition so much that it looked like a hurricane had passed through my building, in fact my whole apartment Was in chaos.

Elvis offered  to help me move into their  apartment after checking in with his mom and siblings.
There was a spare room where two spare rooms where my Dad and I could stay until this was all over and I got a new place.
I was grateful as he helped me pick a few dresses I would need.
After, we drove off towards his end. 
And folks that was how I found myself living with Elvis and his lovely family.

Yet the end of another chapter yet the story has  just began, stay glued to your screens. So hello lovely readers, how do you find the turn in events for Elvis?, do you guys have any predictions?, let me know. I love you all so much, and don't forget to vote and your comments are needed as well.
Pardon me if I made any mistake grammatically, sometimes, the brain moves faster than the hand does. Much love and kisses.  Mwah.