A GOOD SIDE

PROLOGUE

I'm dedicating the prologue to lovetori_xo for being the first person to vote on my story. God bless you sis💚

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JOBA'S P.O.V

I ran, carrying my legs as high and as fast as I could, knowing fully well that, that monster in human clothing stopped chasing me a while ago. I couldn't afford to be caught, if I was it would be straight back to that prison.

After 30 minutes of running without an idea of where to go, or atleast where to sleep for the night, 14 years old me searched very hard for a place to lay for the night. it's was really hard.

Really hard.

Everywhere I entered seemed scary, huge huge males and females occupied everywhere and they looked fearful. I entered an incomplete building filled with girls, I thought it was safe till I heard them talking about raping someone...just imagine. I carried myself out of the building making sure no one noticed me.

I sighted another incomplete building, it looked empty from afar.

Finally.

I Entered the building and noticed it was actually empty, the joy that filled my heart was out of this planet.

You won't understand.

I laid the wrapper I found on a rope at the back of one house, I made sure no one saw me when I took it. I laid on it ,happy that I found a place to crash before midnight.

A lot of people asked if I was lost, some even wanted to take me to their homes or accommodate me at their place, but I refused I didn't want anyone trying to convince me on going back to my uncle's house.

I focused at the ceiling for a while, imaging it falling on me and then I die. I shook my head trying to remove the stupid thoughts. My mind drifted to my parent. We were a happy family, blessed with everything we needed, my parents tried their best to make me comfortable. They didn't deserve death even if they were to die, not the way they did. I started to think about my mom and the plans we both had for this year before falling into the hands of sleep.

The noise I heard from a distance,made me open my eyes slowly, due to the harsh sun rays. The sun in this Abuja is something else,
Omo...

I met six pairs of eyes staring down at me, I quickly got up looking around for an escape route.

Trust no one.

"Hey!, Young lad what are you doing down here" one of them decided to speak up.

Young lad?, Who is this one calling me young lad. Like these guys shouldn't senior me with more than 4 years or maybe 5, that this one was calling me a young lad. He looked at me like he is waiting for something.

Oh a reply.

I purposely don't want to answer him, so I stared back at him looking lost.
"Shey you no hear wetin I talk ni!!!?" He shouted this time,making me secretly roll my eyes at him.

"I didn't hear what you said" I lied.I wanted him to repeat himself. He should be there calling someone 'young lad'. He doesn't even know what I have gone through in this life that he is calling me a young lad. A whole me.

"I said , what are you doing here. And by the way, news flash I hate repeating myself" Mr old lad repeated the question. Yes mr. Old lad, that fits him perfectly.

" I had nowhere to sleep last night, so I then decided to sleep here just for the night" I explained. I was very surprised at how calm I sounded. These guys didn't look harmful, they looked too neat and young to cause any havoc or fear. But still trust no one, I still had to be guarded.
I still wondered what they were doing here.