I pushed Esther to her bed, grabbed the gun and rushed to my brother who luckily was still standing.
“are you hurt?” i asked nervously.
“thank God she missed, let’s get out of here” he answered and held my hand, but instantly, Esther grabbed me from behind and dragged me back to the bed, delivering few punches on my face.
My brother tried separating us but the muscular white guy closed in on him, throwing out a punch which my brother dodged. In no time, the room turned into a battle field.
My brother and i desperately struggled to wade them off and run away, while Esther and her guy did everything possible to hold us back. It really was a violent confrontation. In no time we were all bleeding.
However the earlier gunshot and noise we made as we fought soon attracted everyone in the house. In a matter of minutes the room was filled with surprised white folks, the two Nigerian gate men and two other black male servants.
We were instantly separated and surrounded while Esther smiled with a triumphant look in her eyes.
“they came to murder us in our sleep. Can you imagine?. She even brought a gun” She complained breathlessly, while every other person in the room gasped with shock. Damian’s mother came forward and looked into my eyes.
“how did you get out of jail?, why did you kill my son, why are you here?, and what did we do to you?” she asked coldly.
Tears fell from my eyes, I breathed deeply and controlled myself. I had to act cool.Kindly share out stories from generalloaded.com using the floating social media icon buttons on the bottom of the screen
It was the first time i was being given a listening ear.
“I never killed Damian, I never killed your son. I doubt if any black woman will kill a man who has good intentions for her. I came here looking for answers. I had to brave all odds to be here. The police believes Esther killed my husband. I had no choice than to try get a confession out of her” i poured out.
“don’t tell me you are listening to that b—h?” Esther suddenly shouted. I turned, looked at her and smiled.
“oh no they won’t listen to me, but will listen to this” i smiled, pulled out the small recorder which surprising was still recording, stopped it and turned on the tape.
The whole room went dead as everyone listened.
To be continued.
MY WEDDING NIGHT