MISSING PIECES -EPISODE 1

Good Morning My Great Steemians, its your steemit babygirl @steemcenturion . Yesterday ,i decided to start up a series based on a true life event that will be posted every friday on my blog, it will be educative, inspiring, suspense filled,intruiging and informative. Read and Enjoy

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(Based on True Events)
I never thought I’d ever get involved in something so filthy, something I never for once understood or thought about, I wasn’t a lesbian and could never be one, God knew my heart! But she took advantage of my very gullible mind and wanted to make everything seem right.

It’s a wicked world!

I still recall how it all began, the strangest call I had ever got, it was Funmi. I could ignore a thousand and one people, but Funmi would never be one of them, ours was beyond friendship. My phone’s tune had distracted me from all the memories that kept on playing in my head as the bus I was in, sped past so many trees.

“Hello” She sounded tensed.

“Hey dear”, I replied really calmly, still coming out of dream land.
“Where are you?” She went straight to the point. Funmi knew I had travelled to Benin, but I never mentioned that I’d be returning home at the very moment she called me.
“Oh, I’m close home, should be home in an hour or two.” I had said, wondering why she sounded so interested in my whereabout. She dropped the bombshell.
“I need your help”
“Okaaay” I replied, praying silently that I should be able to offer this help.
“I’m sending someone to you now, she’s a child, she’s about fourteen years. Sola her uncle has been playing with her body, she had to run away, only to find herself in a prostitution house. I’m in Lagos at the moment, please I need her to be safe, I know just you right now”
I was mute, when Funmi called me by my Yoruba name and not Pat which had become the norm, I knew she wasn’t joking at all.
So I have a thing for helping people, and I hate oppression and Funmi knew that, we had that in common.
“I mean, why would a bastard abuse a fourteen years old girl?” I kept on thinking, before Funmi’s voice brought me back to life.
“Are you there Pat, can you?”
“Give me her number” I responded eagerly, she could be my sister. But I didn’t live alone and I knew my flat mates may not very well welcome the idea, but I pushed reasoning aside, even more after I spoke with the frightened ‘little’ girl.

That was it for my fantasy, I was wondering why it had to come at such a time as that. I wasn’t best friends with God at the moment, I had tried out some very unlikely things in Benin because I was curious and inquisitive. I needed God to handle this. Especially since Funmi ended the conversation with;
“Her uncle is diabolical, but don’t be afraid”
I pushed the saliva down my throat……

(To Be Continued)