Washed And Other stories

Santa's dark side-1

Blurb:
It was Jane and nenye's first christmas outside Nigeria. Christmas eve was meant to be a nice dinner with friends and family, the only surprise they hoped for was Santa coming down the chimney and dropping gifts for them.
They'd always seen it in movies after all. Santa came, but the surprise he brought was way bigger and scarier.

I felt male hands go around my waist and I immediately leaned into him, inhaling his cologne.
I dropped the onions and knife on the chopping board before resting my arms om his hands.

"Hey babe"
I said in my little voice as he planted a kiss on my earlobe.
"Come to bed with me jane"
His morning breath fanned my neck.

I pursed my lips asking God for the strength to say no because truthfully all I wanted was to be in bed with him, all day long.
"No christian, I really need to prepare some dishes. Remember nenye and duke are coming over."

He exhaled as his hands fell limply from my waist.
I missed him, the dishes could wait.

I turned around with a beautiful smile on my face.
"You know what? The dishes can wait, a quickie won't hurt"

I saw that dark glint sparkle in his eyes making me even more ready for him.
He came close and cupped my face in his rough large hands and kissed me.

It didn't take time for me to be on the counter as he invaded my personal space.
A loud thud made us jump apart.

"What was that?"
He asked looking around. I didn't care so I just dragged him back to me as we completed our passionate love making right there in the kitchen.

The loud sounds of siren made me jump down from the table as I rushed to the window to look out.

"Do you know what happened at Mrs. Eddie's house?"
I questioned as I saw an ambulance drive into the compound beside ours.

"I don't know babe, let's find out"
We walked out hand in hand to the compound.

The place looked a little congested, paramedics rushed into the compound.
My hands flew to my mouth as I held in a strained cry.

On a stretcher lay Mrs. Eddie, her grey locks fell around her face trying so hard to conceal the blood that oozed out of her head.
Her eyes tried to stay open as they wavered. I immediately rushed to her side.
"Ma?"
I questioned. I could feel christian by my side as he held my fingers massaging it with his thumb.

She mouthed something to me as I managed to grasp her hand.
I couldn't really get it because all I could hear were screams and sirens. Confusion settled in the environment.

I watched on as the ambulance disappeared down the lane and that was when I felt the paper in my hands.
I opened it as christian looked at me, waiting.

It was covered in red, green and White glitters and on it read Santa.

"This looks meaningless"
My husband spoke beside me.
I ran my tongue over my dried lips as I read it again.

I felt a shiver rundown my spine but decided to let it go. It couldn't mean anything. We threw it on the floor and walked hand in hand back to our apartment. It couldn't mean anything, I was Nigerian and didn't even believe that Santa existed.

If only we knew.

Word count: 519