ASCENSION (IN MY HEAD EPS 43)

ASCENSION

IN MY HEAD EPS 43

Would a man ever change this fast? Would things get built up this fast?
The beginning has been left for the end to take a pick on a start.

The two brothers mended things faster and the next weekend was spent on more quality things- family talks, pictures and all.
Delta was quick to make up with the bills, as it was easy for him since money flowed from every angle.
Luta, unbothered about his history, ate all that came through his lips.

He would clear a mountain of rice without flicking and would be gulping down a glass of water in the minute next.

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Some few minutes to five on a Thursday evening, Delta passed up the last of the vegetables he had on his plate across his lips.
He chewed hard. When he was done, he cleaned his table and satisfied his consciousness.
He was the clean type just like his twin.
He checked his wristwatch for the time and grinned.
With his right hand holding his plate, he adjusted his pompous collar with his left hand and marched across the food joint, creating so much attention.
He dropped the plate and let the cracking sound fill the ear of the attender. She grimaced in surprise and flashed him a healthy smile.
He was never going to tip her off. No, he wouldn't. He squeezed a note into her hands as he let go of the plate. She took her hands across the table, stared at it and returned her hands, squeezed.
"I am fine, sir," she said slightly. He took it as no insult and let his hands down his pocket.
He itched his nose and stomped out of the food joint, cautious of the camera.
He went into his car, slammed the door close and dug out of his pocket the note.
On the note was a message politely scrambled for him.
"Hit her and I get your brother out of prison," the note read.
He nodded his head negatively, knowing it was one thing he wasn't ready to do in no time.
He squeezed the note, sad and mad, and started his car engine.

What he was tasked with was dangerous. He was asked to kill a woman, no reason tendered.
The fat man who had helped him arrange the meetings he always had with his brother wanted this done, and he was going to be paying him well for all the good he had done.
But not this way. He had let his hands off blood.
For no reason did he feel he was going back to that kind of life, for his brothers' sake.
Luta made him swear that night, and he did.

No! He shook his hands and pulled down the little drawer attached in his car. His action had it emptied. He left everything that fell in the car except the gun.
He looked at it, remorsefully and smacked his lids close.

He was going to pull this last one for his brother.
He picked up his phone and scrolled through his contact list, the dim light off his lid screen, taking root on his face.

'FAT MAN.' He reached the contact and dialled.

"I got your note," he spilled, the moment he got the click from the other end.
"Good!" The reply came off a bit relaxed.
"Do I begin to process the release of your brother?"

The hush came off thick for seconds and finally, Delta responded.
"Yes!" A swing came from nowhere and it hit him right in his heart. His head whispered to him,
'Do you have to kill an innocent woman again?'
He ignored and pushed on with the conversation.
"Send me the details, fat man."
"Good of you," the voice replied.
"Make sure it's clean as usual. Leave no fat for no one to see," the voice added.
The line went off and Delta dropped his phone, his hands on his forehead as he scratched off his conscience.
He was going to do this.
For family, he was going to take a life to save a life.

GODWIN OKHUOYA

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