Washed And Other stories

Santa's dark side-3

We were all sited in our room, as silent as we could be.
Christian had gone to all the other rooms getting the torches he found.

My mind raced, my heart was beating frantically.
I had questions, I'm sure we all had questions.

No body knew what was going on, we had tried calling for help but there was no signal, all the doors had automatically locked down.
If this was a dream then I'd rather slip away to death than be in this dream.

The house was silent except for the quiet sobs that nenye was letting out.
To be honest, the silence was irking.

My mind constantly reminded me of the saying
the calm always comes before the storm.

I thought that hearing another sound would be comforting until we started hearing the constant dripping of water from the bathroom.
"We're going to be fine"
Christian assured us. I knew better.

All the lights in the room dimmed down then we started hearing the sound of something probably metallic scraping the floor.
I was about to go mad.

It was getting nearer.
"I'm going to check what that is"

Eh!!

I turned to look at my husband.
"You're not going anywhere, we're staying together remember?"
Nenye nodded at what I said. She was probably too tired to say anything.

I could see the pain in her eyes, it was almost as though she had aged in a matter of seconds. Her dreads had never looked so unkempt.
"I'll be back, I promise. If not for anything for our baby"

I did the only thing that would make him come back to his senses. I slapped him with all the strength I had left.
"I said you're not going anywhere"
My voice had risen some octaves above. The fear was evident in it.

I wasn't going to let him play the stupid one. There was a thin line between stupidity and bravery and he didn't seem to be getting it.
He kissed me and I melted into his arms.

It took a while for my brain to remember, Mrs. Eddie, duke, Santa, stupid.
I pulled back and slapped him again.
"Please don't go anywhere"

I could hear my own voice cracking as I spoke.
"I'll be back. Just take care of nenye, and our baby"
I let the tears fall as I watched him go away. I tasted the saltiness of my pain as some stray tears found their way to my lips. I wasn't bothered by that.

I needed to be strong, so I gathered my self and hugged nenye as she cried on my shoulders returning the hug.
"We'll be fine"

Even as I uttered those words, I hoped they were true.

It had been some minutes since christian left and we hadn't heard any sound that would make us know if he was alive or dead.

I picked up a torch light and gave nenye a sign that meant
'keep quiet and follow me'
Her head bobbed up and down too many times as she nodded and followed me quietly.

The hall way was quiet, way too quiet. I accessed it before we made a silent quick run to the sitting room.
Stopping by the wall and peeping.

Oh Good Lord!

Christian was sited on a chair as he struggled to free himself from the glittery restraints.

A green, red and white shimmery rope kept him tied to the wodden chair, while another tied his mouth shut.

I noticed someone walk into the room from the kitchen. He held a tiny paper, just the size of the one I've seen with duke and Mrs. Eddie.

He forced christian to take the piece of paper and read. I could only see his silhouette from where he stood and he looked fat.

I watched on as the fat Peron finally stepped into the light.

He looked pale green, with a large long nose. I couldn't really decipher his face but I didn't have to see it to know who it was. Santa Claus!
His normal outfit looked dirty and torn except for the black belt that went around his fat waist which still looked new and shiny.

"Is that San...."
"Yes nenye, I'm as shocked as you are"
That was when it all came to me. Red, green and white glitters; christmas colours.

We watched on as christian was forcefully given the paper and forced to read it. His eyes looked as though they would bulge, he tore the ropes with one final push. I wasn't looking at my christian again, he seemed possessed by something very strong.

From his side view I could see that Santa had a sly smile on his lips.

Christian looked around the room fierce fully, I even thought he would see us. His eyes finally landed on a piece of knife on the table. He ran towards it, picked it up and started stabbing himself everywhere.

Oh my God!
"Nenye, come on let's go. We have to get out of here"

We were about to scurry away when Santa said in a loud voice.
"Chinenye peter, Where shall I find you?"
Eyes wide looking at each other, I peeped to see Santa holding a long long list.

Take care of nenye
His words filled my ears again, I was going to do just that even if it meant killing for it.

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