After talking to my aunt, we fixed a day for her to come take the burden off me. But, something kept on telling me there was something amiss. Everything just seemed so wrong and I was jittery for a long time. She didn’t get in touch with me for a while and I tried as much as possible not to live in fear. My final exams went well and when I finally finished, I felt I could breathe for a while. I got back home that afternoon feeling very lightheaded. But it didn’t last long. I entered my room and what I saw almost made me choke. My room was thrashed; someone had been there to scatter the whole place or should I say search for something. I couldn’t enter, I just stood there looking and scared and edgy. Here I was thinking I was safe already but it looks like it was just starting. I walked in slowly and then I remembered what I had to look for. I picked up the frame quickly and checked for it. It was still there. I knew leaving it there was not safe but I couldn’t think of where else to keep it. I needed to call my aunt so quickly before something worse happened. I returned it and dropped it carelessly so that no one would think it held something of sentimental value. I was leaving the room when I saw my aunt come in. I quickly went back and closed the door but not completely, so I could watch what was going on. I saw mum meet her halfway; I didn’t even know anyone was home. At first, they were murmuring and then I saw anger on my aunt’s face.

“I told you not to interfere, I told you I could handle it. I had a plan.” My aunt said raising her voice a little.

“A plan? Your plan is taking forever. We can’t just keep hanging here waiting for your big plan.” My mum yelled back. My aunt quickly covered her mouth with her hands.

“Stop yelling, she could hear you.” My aunt whispered. My mum brushed her hands off.

“She’s not back from school yet.”

“You weren’t supposed to go through her things. She already thinks you are trying to harm her.”

I covered my mouths with my hands and just closed the door as quietly as I could. I was just thinking my aunt was finally my breakthrough whereas she just wanted to get through to me. I had been played and toyed with. My head started banging and my vision became blurry. I placed my arms on my temple and walked round the room. There was no one I could talk to. Nobody! The only person I felt I could trust just stabbed me in the back. All those sympathy talks and getting on my good side was just so she could get the will from me. How many people are in this scheme? And then I heard a bang on my door. I paused and didn’t say anything. The bangs grew louder and I heard my mum talk.

“Temitope, I know you’re in there.” How did she even know I was in? As if she knew what I was thinking, she answered.

“Your school bag is laying on the sofa right now, open this door.” I got down on my knees and just started shivering. These people are going to kill me. I looked at the frame but taking it out would be useless. It was better to leave it there. They kept on hitting the door and finally, I opened up. My aunt pulled me out by the neck.

“Where’s it?” She barked at me. Her look was anything but friendly. It was like she was ready to kill me for it.

“I don’t have it anymore. I gave it to someone to keep.” I answered with a shaky voice.

“You think I’m stupid? You gave a whole will to someone to keep? I know you’re lying so just tell me where it is.”

“How can you even do this? He was your brother?”

“If she’s not cooperating, we’re doing it the hard way.” I turned around to see my mum’s boyfriend who also happens to be my dad’s lawyer looking at me with mischief in his eyes. These people looked so ready to do anything to get that will from me, even if they had to kill me. The blows started coming in and all I could just do was hope someone was going to save me.

“All you have to do is hand it over.

How stubborn can you get? Nobody is going to come to your rescue.” Mum said. I held on and kept letting them hit me. I was sure they wouldn’t kill me, not until they had the will with them. Then we heard a car pull into the compound and then bangs on the main door. It continued and we all stood in fear.

“Who’s there?” Mum asked. The lock turned twice and then someone came in with cops.

“Stay away from my daughter.” My supposedly ‘dead’ father said in the angriest voice.




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  • Ayoola Ibrahim
    May 18, 2017 at 8:05 pm

    Ride on… Its getting serious

  • Neemah
    May 18, 2017 at 8:18 pm

    Chai people’s are wicked o…

  • Mariam
    May 18, 2017 at 9:07 pm

    I feel for the girl tho

  • Hauwa Momodu
    May 19, 2017 at 6:43 am

    Thank God the father is alive

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    May 19, 2017 at 6:44 am

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Nimota Ideraoluwa

Nimota Ideraoluwa

I am Teriba Nimota Ideraoluwa, I was born in Ogun state, into a family of eight, I'm the second child of the family and the first female child. Anike is a name my mum calls me whenever I'm sad , Anike is my Oriki (praise name). continue here...