THE SILENT KILLER

THE SILENT KILLER

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

It's two days since Don came back to the house. His phone has been ringing without being picked. I'm worried sick about him. What's really happening? I don't want to worry myself to death therefore I get busy in the house.
I'm having my well deserved afternoon nap when I hear the main door being opened.
I can hear some voices, probably two guys arguing. A guy and a lady. It's crystal clear the male's voice belongs to my Don.

For the hundredth time, I rub my eyes. I can't believe what's happening right under my nose, in what I've learnt to call my house.... On my couch.
Don is busy romancing a woman right in front of me. This has been happening for the last ten or so minutes but each time I rub my eyes, hoping I'm allucinating, I find it happening.... It's real!
I'm too shocked to talk.
What has come over this man? A man who promised me heaven on Earth?
This is unbelievable.
"Baby, let's finish what we started upstairs in my bedroom!"
Don offers, sweeping her off the couch And carrying her like a toddler.
The ever arrogant Donna is quiet. It seems the cat has tied her tongue.
I follow them with my eyes as they stagger to the master bedroom..... Our bedroom.
No! No! No! This can't be happening! No!
What did I expect anyway?
Don must've been used to picking random girls from the club so this ain't new.
Didn't he pick me up from the streets as well?
I brought this upon myself.
I inwardly thank God because Pamela was away on her off.
I tiptoe to the bedroom, making sure I don't  bang my feet on the staircase.
I'm seething with anger and I'm thinking of the best punishment to give the he goat and his bitch.
The door to the master berdoom is wide open. They are lying on the bed, their legs intertwined. Both are start naked. It's like their sexcapade didn't last even a minute....
The lady is asleep but Don is awake.
"What are you doing here bitch! Didn't your momma teach you manners? It's rude to stare at naked people!"
He had the guts!
First, he brings a woman in my house, they kiss and make out on my couch then go to my  bedroom and finish up their business, now he is shouting to me?
My anger shoots to 105%.
I'm about to do something unthinkable but I'm not ready to face jail. I get into the closet and start packing my clothes.
I thank God inwardly that I had put the money from selling my apartment in
My own account. Even for the month we've been together, he has been fishing money to me anyhowly and I've been saving it too.
I'm planning on running away from him to go and start afresh.
Fuck the marriage!
Fuck the protection from Gabriel!
Fuck Don!
Fuck everything!

"Twaaaaf.... Where do you think you are going little slut?"
The slap sends me reeling to the ground. He follows me with kicks and more slaps. He lifts me and throws me on the bed, where the other bitch is. The look on her eyes shows that she is enjoying the show.
"You are mine Donna! Mine to play with however I want. Rest your ass in here and let me do my think. What did you think uh? That I will marry a slut like you and stick to you? Come on naive girl, I'm just enjoying a free pussy!"
The words hit me like a tornado.
" I'm the Don.... A man of many women! What did you think uh! That you're the only drop in the ocean uh? Brace yourself woman... Brace yourself!"
I'm speechless.
I'm tongue tied.
I'm curled at the edge of the bed, weeping softly.
"And you bitch.."
He is addressing the other girl.
"Get  your ass out of my matrimonial bed and get the hell out of my house."
Her expression is priceless...
She is surprised.
What did she expect?
That I was gonna leave all this wealth and affluence yo her?
Hell no!
She scans the whole place for her clothes.
When she's done dressing up, Don throws a wad of dollars to her and drags her outside then downstairs.
I'm left there, still weeping softly.
Endless questions run through my mind.
If Don doesn't want anything to do with me, why doesn't he let me go?
He comes back upstairs and throws me a warning look.
"If you dare leave this house Donna, I will kill you before you embarrass me! Now get out of that bed and return these rugs you call clothes in their right place.. now! "
He barks at me.
He then slumps on the bed and he's snoring the next minute.
I return the clothes and head downstairs after throwing him a hateful look.
I always eat whenever I'm stressed.
I find solace in food.
Food is my only friend and comforter.
Apart from Pamela, I don't know anybody  else whom I can confide into.
I head to the kitchen, pull some chicken from the fridge and throw it into the microwave.
Minutes later, I'm munching unto it like my life depends on it.
I then drown a full bottle of vodka and slump on the couch, hoping not to wake up ever again!

               **********
It's one of the several days when my auntie goes to town to enjoy herself.
This is the day when I'm planning to run away. Having come across a note book where she has written all her important  stuff, I happen to see her pin number.
I rummage through her closet, looking for her Visa card.
When I finally land my hands on it, it's already late in the night but I'm determined to run away.
I pick a wad of notes from her drawer and smile at myself...
These days she no longer keeps watch on me... It seems she has made a lot of money with  my body such that she doesn't bother any more.
I'm gonna drain her account.
She didn't see this coming.
I tiptoe out of the compound armed with a backpack and her ATM card.
I hail a cab and instruct the driver to take me to the next city.
He doesn't question me.
I slump on the back seat and sleep due to exhaustion. I'm gonna have the freedom I do desire!
I'm woken up by the cab driver, telling me that we are at the city.
I pay him his dues and even tip him.
I walk into a nearby restaurant and order a full chicken, something I only saw auntie Bree eating.
I eat it to satisfaction and down a bottle of soft drink.
I ask the waiter to direct me to a nice hotel to spend my night.

      *************

"Good morning Donna..."
This startles me!
I spring up from the couch only to meet a worried Pamela.
"Good.... What time is it?"
"It's already morning Donna... Don't tell me you slept on the couch!"
She asks me, curiously eyeing the unfinished chicken on my plate and the empty vodka bottle!
I.... I.... I... "
I cut short my explanation when I  see Don, descending the stairs, a briefcase in hand, already dressed up
He throws me a warning look and dares me to speak.
Pamela picks the plate and bottle then rushes back to the kitchen as Don approaches me.
He places the briefcase on the table and chucks a bunch of dollars and hands it over to me...
"Take care of your troubles..."
With that, he gets out, calling Drake to drive his car from the basement parking.
"Which troubles....?"
I murmur to my self.
I gladly take the money and rush upstairs before Pamela asks any more questions....