This is an action, thriller story written by Kayemjay (08168075700,
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“Steven! Steven!!! Get down here this minute!” Jeffery screamed
at the top of his lungs from the dining table, looking up at the
staircase, his eyes landing on the door of his son’s room.
He looked to his left towards his wife, giving her a very cold
stare.
“You see what I have been saying? You indulge this boy too
much, Dorothea. I am going to have to come down hard on him.”
Jeffery finished, making to get up from the dining table.
“Honey, relax. He is just a teenager. I’ll talk to him.” Dora said,
holding Jeffery’s hands and calming him. She smiled at her
husband, tickling his palm. He could not help but smile back.
“Sharon, go get your younger brother from his room.” Jeffery
said to his oldest child.
Sharon sat on his right side, already eyeing the large pieces of
goat meat that had been spiced, diced and prepared by their
mother. She loved goat meat and everyone knew that. So she
was particularly angry that her younger brother was holding up
the feast. Left to her, the party could start without Steven. He
could join them later.
“But dad, you know how Steven loves his video games. Even
when he comes down, he’s just gonna have a bite or two and
then run off. Is that what we are wasting time for?” Sharon
replied grudgingly, folding her arms and leaning back on the
chair on which she sat.
“Hello young lady! Did you hear your father? Get up and go get
your brother before I descend on you!” Dorothea said raising her
voice.
Sharon scampered off the dining area and walked annoyingly
towards the stairs. She walked up the stairs angrily. Stella
chuckled where she sat beside her mother. She was 12 and the
baby of the family. She was very pretty, had her father’s tall
frame and brains, combining it with her mother’s beautiful face
to devastating effect. She already had a bust bigger than her age
and was already envied by her elder sister.
Dorothea smiled at Stella. She was her jewel, her carbon copy,
wise, obedient, thrifty, prudent, smart, and beautiful.
“What coup are you ladies planning?” Jeffery said, nudging his
wife gently.
Dorothea was about to reply when she heard Sharon’s voice in
front of Steven’s door.
“You had better get out here before I come in there and kick your
butt. Are you going to eat that game you are playing?” Sharon
threatened.
Sharon waited for about ten seconds and still Steven did not
come out. She opened the door angrily and bust into Steven’s
room. There were arguments and word slinging but eventually
Sharon dragged Steven out of the room holding his right ear.
Steven complained and screamed as Sharon dragged him down
the stairs. He had his wireless game pad in hand as they got to
the table and sat.
Sharon immediately took her original position, leaving Steven to
sit in the only remaining chair, by his father’s side. The stern
look Steven saw in his father’s eyes made him compose himself.
He threw his game pad on the sofa across the room and sat
properly in his chair.
“Now that the whole gang is here, may we bow for prayers as we
are about to take the last meal of the year?” Jeffery commanded.
Everyone bowed, eyes were closed and hands held. Steven
initially refused to hold on to Sharon’s hand but she grabbed
onto it forcefully. Jeffery said a quick and short prayer to which
there was a loud “Amen”, the loudest voice being Sharon’s. She
just could not wait to devour the feast in front her.
Dorothea dished the sumptuous meal of Semovita and Afang
soup with spiced and seasoned goat meat, periwinkles, and
stock fish. She deliberately served Sharon last, giving her huge
pieces of meat. The family ate in happiness, slurping sounds of
fingers being licked and juice being gulped enveloped the dining
area.
Steven finished his small food very quickly, thanked his parents
and his sisters for the food and got off the chair. As he moved
across the room to pick his game pad, there was a deafening
sound at the door. The door broke at the hinges and opened
inwards. Five tall, dark and very fierce looking armed men
entered the sitting room. Steven stood rooted to the spot unable
to move.
They walked majestically into the room and scattered in different
directions. A certain member of the gang who had a huge scar on
his left cheek moved towards the dining table, dragging Steven
by the collar. He signaled for one of the men to check the rooms
upstairs. As he got to the table, he spoke in simple, clear and
very good English,
“Could you please move away from the dining? I need everyone
on the floor.” He said pointing his gun at Dorothea.
The gang member who went upstairs came down and informed
the leader that the rooms upstairs were clear. Jeffery led his
family as they quietly went to the middle of the room, and laid on
their chests. The gang surrounded the family, pointing their guns
menacingly.
“I will say this once and only once. Where is all the money in this
house?” The gang leader spoke authoritatively, his voice
bouncing off the walls in the room.
Sharon and Stella were trembling seriously. They lay on either
side of their father with their mother and Steven not too far away.
Jeffery pointed to his suitcase on the far corner of the room. The
leader ordered one of his goons to pick the suitcase. He opened
it and found stacks of dollars and other documents and files that
were irrelevant to them. He emptied the money into a small
carrier bag and with two of his partners, roamed the rooms for
valuables.
While they were roaming, the remaining member of the gang
whispered to leader. They both smiled sheepishly.
“My friend here would like a taste of your beautiful wife. Please
allow him. We do not intend to spill blood today. We want this
beautiful family to see the New Year. No one should try anything
funny.” The leader said, pointing the gun to each member of the
family lying down.
The gang member went forwards, dragged Dorothea by the hands
and pulled her from the ground.
“Come on sweetie pie.” He said.
She struggled with him trying to claw his hands off hers when he
turned and landed her a very heavy slap. She fell to the ground in
pain, weak and unable to fight. Jeffery almost got up but the
leader still pointed a gun at him, threatening to shoot.
The gang member held positioned Dorothea in front of Jeffery,
placing her on all fours. As he ripped her clothes off he uttered
obscenities at her. Jeffery could not take it anymore, He got up
and made at the gang member.
He should not have done so.
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