Death Gift (Abobaku-Dying With The King) #projectnaija#.

Chapter Two

     This chapter is going to be pretty long. I hope you like it.

      Few hours earlier.........

I was sent to my aunt's place by my father to deliver a message. He specifically told me not to spend more than ten minutes, why? I don't know but he sounded scared, worried and insecure which made me surprised and also worried because weeks before now we had been on each other's toe, the reason being this-
         

            Flashback
    A week ago, missionaries came to our village to spread gospel of which I had been a strong opposition, both of the religion and the God they believed in,which they called Jesus until one night.
 
My father and I were were sound asleep in our various rooms, then late into the night , we heard voices in the living room, scared and also curious, we tiptoed there, peeping from the side of the door, we figured it was thieves and they were making away with all our valuables-our television, laptop, decoder, microwave, toasting machine, table top fridge among others.
We were tensed, my dad's rage got the best of him and he made to step up to them but I held him back, telling him to look at the dangerous weapons with them.
I made to go pick my phone from the bedroom so as to call for help but I slipped ,pulling down the flower vase along with me  whose shattering noise attracted the thieves. My dad rushed over to me, I made to get up but I was hurt, blood was oozing from my leg, we heard the front door open and close, I think someone went out but then again we heard footsteps approaching us, blood was oozing out more, the footsteps were getting close, my dad tore his shirt and wrapped it around my injured leg, the footsteps were closer, we made to run but unexpectedly bumped into something, we lost our balance and fell to the floor. We stood up only to come face to face with an hefty man which I figured was one of the thieves.
      'where do you think you are going to?', he asked,sternly, eyes red with anger.

        'wh-what d-do you want from us?, please take whatever you want and leave in peace, please' my dad pleaded, stepping to the front so as to have me at his back.

         'oh no! Not after seeing our bare face. Business has been bad and we can't allow some pipsqueaks come ruining it,I WON'T allow it'  he stated just before hitting my dad on the cheek.

          'dad, dad, oh my! You're bleeding'  I panicked, anger rising in me, I turned to the thieves, not minding the pocket knife he already pulled out.
         
            'what did we do to you, take what you want and leave us   alone'  I 'screamed.

            'you little brat' he roared coming towards me with the knife but then my dad stepped in, blowing him heavily on the cheek making the thieve loose balance.

             'Run Ann, run!' my dad ordered

             'But dad I can't lea-'

              'you have to leave here'  he cut in 'Now!'

     Just as the thieve was standing up, I took to my heels, ran up the stairs  straight to my room. I tried opening the the window but it wouldn't bulge, I pushed and pushed, to no avail. This continued for like 3 minutes whilst hearing groans from the men downstairs.

                'you can't just get away' I hear a voice say, making me freeze on the spot.
   
                  'No one! I repeat, No one! Messes with the DON and lives to the tell the story.Now should we do it the easy way or the other way round?'
  
                I slowly turned towards him preparing for the worst, I began racking my brain for what to do but nothing, nothing was coming forth.
He charged at me from the other end of the room, knife in hand, he was getting closer and closer, then I remembered that when people like that fight, they tend to use all their energy. He was charging towards me, I was in front of the window, he was getting close, 3 seconds close, 2 seconds, then, I rolled off the floor causing him to hit the window which immediately bulged due to the force used. His reflex was quick as he didn't fall through the window.
He turned to me, eyes red with anger,
         'you are really gonna die this time, I swear'  he fumed
       
          'oh please' I mistakenly said with Sacarsm which I think he noticed because  immediately he charged at me, grabbed me by the neck and began strangling me. I felt my lungs cry in pain, he was really succeeding in choking me that I felt like my eyeballs would fall out of their sockets,
          'I really am going to die' I thought to myself but am not the one to give up without a fight. I gathered all the strength in me and kicked him real hard where the sun don't shine-the groins.
He staggered back, wincing and groaning in pain. I wanted to run but he was standing between the window and the door,'this is not going to be easy'I thought to myself. I made to run but he caught my leg, I struggled to free myself but fell In the process and hit my forehead on the wall, all the pain sensors in my head gave off.
I struggled to stand but fell again, I tried again, fell again, tried again, and this time stood.