FOLA

FOLA: EPISODE 9

   Oh God no, this is a dream, this isn't real. No, it can't, it can't be. My mother can't be here in the flesh, in the same room with me. She can't be standing here, looking at me with that wicked smile of hers, no she can't.

My mother ''Tinu''. Average in height and also slim, dark like me, with the same eyes as me, but really curvy, that's why it was easy for her to get any man that she wanted when she was selling herself. I wonder if she is still doing it. I stared at her feeling really scared. I had no idea what her plans were. If she was behind my kidnapping, then she knows about Michael, she knows he is rich. She isn't seeing me as her daughter anymore, no, she's seeing me as her money bank. Oh God please help me.

My mother was still on the bed looking at me, still smiling that dreadful smile of hers. She crooked her neck, stared at my chest, down my legs, and then nodded her head like she liked what she saw. Then she brought her eyes back to me.

"Fola, you've grown so big, and you're extremely beautiful too", she used a finger to touch my face, going up and down on my cheeks.

I flinched. Like I expected her to hurt me.

She kept smiling.

"I can't believe I have a daughter that is so beautiful. I really shouldn't have thrown you out when you were 13. But I honestly, I thought you would change your mind and come running back home, but you didn't. I mean did you prefer to live on the streets than to make some easy money in your own house? Do you know how many men out there would die to have an underage girl as their mistress? Well, you're stupid and dump, so you not coming back home was a bit of a relief for me. But now that I've found you, and you're with that rich handsome boy, my life will be so much better, and I'll be so much richer. You, my dear, are going to get me some money. If Michael doesn't give me what I want. I will be selling you to the highest bidder that will use you however he wants. So you better pray that this Michael of yours will heed to my instructions. Or just kiss your perfect little life goodbye"

She gave me an air kiss then got up from the bed, still giving me that scary smile. I watched her walk out of the room, telling one of her men to lock the door.

Oh. My. God. I am so dead.

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The next day

I was sitting in the room on my bed, praying to God, asking him to forgive me for all my sins before I took my plan of escape into action. Yes, I am going to escape, it's been five days now and no word from Michael. He's obviously not going to rescue me. So I cooked up a plan for how I was going to escape.

Firstly I have to lure one of the guards into my room, probably the smelling mouth guy or the other guy, any one of them anyway. Knock them out, drag the body aside and lure the second guard in, then knock him out too. Then, I'll escape. I'll just get into a cab and leave Lagos. Oh, I'll need money. Okay, I'll work for someone at a restaurant, get money and then leave Lagos because staying here won't be good for Michael, my mother will use me against him.

Getting up from the bed, I walked to the wooden door. I knocked on it twice and called out to anyone outside, no one answered. I tried again, yelling.

"Hello!"

Still, no one replied. Then I tried for the third time that's when I heard footsteps. I was scared that it was my mother. The door handle began to shake. I took a hasty step back and waited to see who it was.

The door opened and a really cute young girl of about ten years of age I think walked in. she was very timid. I observed her, taking her in. looking at how she was dressed, and let me tell you it was awful. She had a skimpy short dress that was tight on every part of her body. She closed the door behind her and stood still with her head bowed.