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    Tuesday, 27 June 2017

    Love Struck - Chapter Fifteen

    "Vengeance"

    Everyone busted into laughter after Paula was dragged away, some even took pictures of me, while some filmed it. I felt my face was being scorched by larva and my eyes were flooded with tears striving to stream down. I braced myself, got up regardless. I couldn’t stay in school any longer, not with this shame and mockery before my very eyes. I slowly walked home with a right swollen cheek whilst limping.
    As I got closer towards my dorm, I began feeling dizzy. I guess my head hit the ground really hard. I banged the door; John was spooked when he saw me.
    “Geez, what happened?”
    “Uh, I……” I collapsed immediately.
    It was as if the whole word had stopped and the only thing I heard was the sound of my heartbeat gradually fading away. The image of Paula and timothy kissing was skimming through my mind. I began gasping for and then I felt this sudden gush of water storm my face.
    “Hey, Dan….are you okay?” John pulled me up.
    “Um, I am now,” I responded faintly.
    “What happened to you? Who did this?”
    “I just held her hand a little, okay maybe I held it firmly a little and then timothy punched me in the face. Everyone laughed at me.”
    John helped me to my bed and put some bandages around my head. Next thing I know, he’s leaving the room.
    “Hey, where are you going?”
    “To get revenge, of course.”
    He slammed the door before my face, I tried to get up but my leg wouldn’t let me. I just lay on my bed and closed my eyes, off to dream land I went.
    I, mum and dad went to shop at choprite. We bought a lot of stuffs, mostly clothes for me. When we were done, we got into the car and were headed home. Dad played my favourite song and we all sang along, our hearts filled with jolly and then a tanker hit our car, causing it somersault sideways into light pol.
    “Ah!” I screamed, as I jumped back into reality.
    The doorknob clicked, the door creaked as it opened slowly, my heartbeat grew, my eyes glued to the door. Then someone walked in. Gee, it was John. He had blood all over his shirt but I didn’t sight any wound.
    “John, why is there blood all over your shirt?”
    “I had a run in with someone.”
    “What do you mean you had a run in with someone?” I asked curiously.
    “I had me and my guys beat up timothy outside the school.”
    “What the…? Why would you do that?”
    “He beat you, he gets a double. Now go take a shower and let’s go for a walk. Maybe even get something to eat and drink,” John said.

    * * *

    I and John were walking along Avenue Street outside the school. We had left the school premises without approval from the authorities. My leg was still hurting but I bore the pain, having John by my side. Just when happiness struck me and gladness pierced my heart did a black sienna stop in front of us.
    “Are you crazy?” John yelled at the car.
    The driver stretched out his hands, in it was a gun. I thought he was going to shoot John, so I reached for him, and then I heard a gunshot. I felt something strike me in the chest, I felt this cold shiver within me, I staggered and then John yelled.
    “Oh my God! You’ve been shot”
    He reached for me as I fell to the ground. I touched my chest; my hands got soaked in blood.
    “Hang on, I’m going to take you to a hospital,” John carried me.
    “It was Timothy,” I said faintly as my eyes closed finally.
    “Open your eyes!” John yelled.
    Written by Praise Osawaru
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