He was violent and I was sure if he found Vince at the gate that'd be another story all together.
“I don't know who Vince and I've never had a worker here. ” I muttered.
I had to buy time to save myself from his wrath. All I had at my disposal was my elbow. I hit his balls hard with my right elbow which sent him to the ground and luckily he dropped the penknife. I got hold of his neck as he was kneeling.
“I think you called me a little b*tch ,that hurts though. Who are you and why do you want to see Vince? ” I asked.
“He's been having an affair with my wife. ”
“How long has it been happening? ” I asked.
“It's long, I've been away for a long time and I found my wife with his kid and I want to kill that son of a bitch! ” he boldly said.
“Don't you feel the knife penetrate you? Is it painful, Huh? ” I asked as I pushed the penknife across his neck.
I held him tight until he was cold and for the first time again, I killed to protect someone. Just a normal worker who seemed to have a story to tell. I locked the gate and dragged him to my store room. He would remain there for a while and I'd need Vince's help to bury him and hide any evidence.
My clothes were bloody and the next step was burning everything and cleaning up the compound.
“Why am I protecting him? ”
That was the question I had all along, I didn't understand why I did care about him. Trying to run away from the reality was all I did but it was impossible, hard and for heaven's sake I couldn't.
Everything was calm and I had to act like nothing had happened, dust myself off, take breakfast, take a shower and drive to hospital. Vince needed me and there was no one to help him, at the same time he had a story to tell me. Why was the man after him and how did it happen that they married the same wife. Maybe his society was not against two men marrying one woman. That was complicated though.
At around ten o'clock in the morning I was on my way to the hospital. I needed to get to hospital to get Vince to clear the air. Why did he choose to commit suicide instead of just talking and I would help him as like I always did. Then why would someone want to kill him.
At the hospital, I made to miss James's office who later led me to Vince's ward after a warm exchange.
“His condition is great today. He's really strong. ” miss James said before opening the door.
“Hope you didn't touch my package. ”
“I always follow orders Vivian. I couldn't. ” she said and smiled.
She left Vince and I to at least have some privacy. Vince stared at me but tried as much as he could to avoid eye contact with me.
“Hey. ” I started.
“Hey. ” he answered.
“How're you feeling? ”
“Better than yesterday. The doctor said I'm not badly off. ” he said but his voice was frail.
“How was hell? ”
“It was extremely hot until I had to run away. ” he said and at least I saw him smile again.
“What the hell were you thinking Vince? How could you even think about suicide out of the great things in your mind. ”
“She's been asking for money, lying about my daughter yet she left my house. ” he said.
“Before everything who's Joe? ”
