The Bishop. His Slut And A Third Party 5
I freeze as an icy fear grips me, If my brain can still send signal to my face, one will see the terror in my eyes. I immediately let go of the gun, I’m not a killer. I may have brought the gun, but I didn’t mean to hurt anyone. Mother is now with the gun and father is on the floor. He’s bleeding, the bullet hit his front torso. He’s in pain, in a pool of his own blood.
“Daddy are you okay?” I ask as I run to him. “I am so sorry daddy, I’m not a killer, I didn’t meant to shoot you, I could never hurt you.”
“Common baby, ofcourse I know you can’t hurt me. This was a mistake. And it’s all my fault. But you have to take everything Eva has told you with a pinch of salt, Eva is a Psychotic liar.”
“Forgive me daddy, please forgive. I don’t really care who I am anymore, I don’t care about her past, I just need you alive. Please don’t die, you are all I have.” I am now crying hysterically, I turn around to mother, she is still standing there with the gun in her hand and she’s pointing the gun at me. “What are you doing? Don’t just stand there, do something mother, call for help, Please.”
“Yes I will Blessing. I will call the Police after I have killed you. I will say it was self defense or I can just wait and let the police arrest you for murder.”
“But he’s not dead yet. Please do something.” I cry.
“Oh! Don’t worry, he won’t live that long, what’s the point? Traitors!” Mother says and then she cocks the gun and points it at me, she pulls the trigger, but unfortunately for her and fortunately for me, the gun is empty. I can’t believe it, but I am not so glad to be alive, at this point, I don’t care.
She actually wanted to kill me. My heart is practically in my throat but I can’t leave daddy, I’m kneeling by his side with his hand in my hand, crying bitterly as daddy cries in pain. Miss Christiana runs into the study and after she sees what’s happened, she runs out. I guess she’s in shock and can’t believe what she has seen. I try to stop his blood from gushing out but there is no way, my hands are completely socked with his blood, my face is covered with my tears, it is the most agonizing sight I’ve ever seen. Mother walks out of the study, leaving me alone with her husband.
“Daddy, please I beg you, don’t die, I really need you now, I will never be able to live with the guilt that I killed you. Please daddy, forgive me.”
“There is nothing to forgive, I am sorry that I dragged you into this mess. You are still very young, too young to be going through this. I am sorry that I couldn’t protect you from Eva, I am sorry that I may not be alive to protect you still, I am so so sorry Blessing. I wish there is something I can do for you right now, but look at me, what can I do? I have failed you Blessing, please forgive me my Love.”
“Daddy, please stop talking. You need your strength.” I begin to scream for miss Christiana. But I didn’t get any response.
“Blessing, I need you to go. Run away, go far away. She will put you in jail for this. I don’t know if I will survive, but if I do, I promise I will comb the end of the earth to look for you, I will find you my love, and I will get you justice, please go. Put your hand in my pocket, take my phone with you, but first turn on the video Camera.”
I immediately do exactly what daddy says without asking questions even though I am curious as what a dying man like him is up to. He tells me the phone password and I access it.
“If you see this, I need you to help Blessing. Please keep her safe for me whether I die or live, I want nothing to happen to her. Barrister Mark, get in touch with my account officer, he’s the only person aware of the account I had opened for Blessing since she was 10 years old. I want her well taken care of. Please protect her. Eva, my wife is the cause of this tragedy. Please don’t let her make Blessing pay for it.” he also asks me to switch the phone off until I am ready to use so I don’t run out of battery.
We hear footsteps in the hall way and daddy asks me to turn it off and hide the phone. He also tells me who and who to call with the phone including his family members but asks me not to go to them just yet because Mother will get to me. I quickly put the phone in my bra. Miss Christiana walks in and tells me she ran to call for help and that the ambulance has arrived. I watched as they carry the only man who has loved me away in a stretcher not knowing if he will live or not. Miss Christiana hands me a bag containing a few of my belongings.
“Blessing, I am sorry but you have to go. Your mother called the police and they are here to get you. If they take you, you will go to jail if her husband dies and even if he survives, she won’t let you live. Run Blessing, run as fast as you can. Go through the back door, there is a drum by the fence, it will help you jump to the other side. Here is my only sister’s address and phone number. Go find her, here is all the money I can lay my hands on for now. Take my credit card with you, the pin is also in written on the paper. Run, go now child, run.” she cries.
With tears in my eyes and my father’s blood on my hands clothes, I run. By this time the police have already spread out in the compound searching for me. I can hear mother screaming at Miss Christians, “Where is she?” and I can also hear Miss Christiana screaming back in tears “I don’t know Ma.”
I run, I run like I’ve never run before in my entire life. I run and I fall, I get up and I keep running. I think of going to Tony’s house but I know they will be there. The search is for a dangerous murderer and I’m certain that there will be police combing the entire neighborhood for me tonight. The worst part is that I am not doing well myself, I have not even recovered from loosing my baby, I am weak and tired, but I know I have to stay alive, I have to stay strong and protect the bag I am carrying, this bag for some reason I feel holds my life, this bag hold my future, the key to my freedom. I board a taxi, I have to head to the bus station, I must make it there tonight, because by morning, I’m sure my pictures will be everywhere. I don’t like the taxi driver, he keeps looking into the rear view mirror as if he is suspecting me of something or as if he knows me. Could it be that he’s seen my face on the news? That was fast, my mother must really mean business, that woman is really out to destroy me. It’s been only two hours since I left the house and someone is looking at me suspiciously? What do I do now? How do I get out of this taxi? What if he’s taking me to the police station? Think Blessing, think!
“Why are you looking at me like that Sir? Do you know me from somewhere?”
“No miss.
“So what is it?”
“Its just that I noticed you had blood stains on your cloth. And I’m just concerned. Are you okay? Are you hurt? Shouldn’t you be going to to the hospital? Why a bus station?”
I sigh in relief, so it’s the blood, not that he knows me. “I’m okay, I was helping a friend who was hurt.”
“Then you should change your clothes before you get to the bus station. You wouldn’t want people starring at you there. If you want, I can park the car and let you change while I stand outside.”
“No, don’t pull over, keep driving. I will change in here. Just don’t keep looking at the mirror.”
Without wasting anymore time, I take out some clothes from the bag and change, I didn’t take my eyes off the driver, and he behaved like a gentleman, he didn’t stare.
“Thank you.”
“You are welcome. Is she okay?”
“Is who okay?”
“Your friend, the one you said got hurt.”
“Ohh! It’s a he and I wish I knew if he’s okay.”
“Wanna talk about it?”
“No, thank you.”
“That’s okay, I understand.”