Hello every interested person,a new story by me in gonna be published and it's gonna be my first story ever In dis forum. I am definitely going to have lots of error but I trust you all to bear with me. I am not going to produce a rookie work so you by the door should get back.
I am also scared of plagiarist so endeavor to help me catch all thiefs
if you want to copy then contact me first Pls
I will do my best to update always. this I swear by all the Norse god's with Thor as my witness

Chapter 1
His heart beat was becoming faster with every passing second. The cold weather hit him with full force but he wasn't a man that shivers. The sound of footstep brought a more increased heartbeat. He wasn't afraid despite lying down on the roof and been sure about death. The betrayal have been a shock to him but his heart wasn't affected. HE HAS NO HEART. The cocking of a gun behind his back drew a gasp from him.
“excuse dear, are you ready for tea, very hot and would u like sugar with it “ the sweet, feminine but dangerous voice said behind him.
He gave a loud moan as he readied himself for death, the injury on his ribs bleeding more ferociously than ever. He was dying, he knew it but was ashamed bout it. Everybody who hears the tea statement dies.
“Yea with plenty of sugar and agege bread with green carrots ” he muttered jokingly preferring to die pretending to be unbothered by the betrayal than to accept anguish of betrayal
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John got out of his bed yawning as well as stretching his body . He momentarily glanced around the room and quickly went for his phone which was still charging since when he plugged the previous night. The battery was going to be spent soon on his favorite website ‘Nairaland forum ’. He moved instantly to switch off the light as he made for the bathroom. John have been living with his uncle and wife since he finished secondary school 3 years before. He have come to await admission which doesn't seem to favour him . At 20 years old, he looked bigger than his age with a toughness which have made him survive so far in life.
A knock at his door got his attention. As he opened the door, the angry face of his aunt told him something was wrong . It didn't take him long to notice that she was on her Sunday attire. Only one thing saved him from ear damage.
HIS PHONE RANG
He had turned to look at the ringing phone when sharp but cool breeze whistled past his ear .
Seeing his aunt readjusting for another one sent his feet scurring into the bathroom.
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As the priest intoned the Gloria, his eyes wandered and rested on the daughter of his uncle. He looked at her as a lot went through his mind. He wondered how wicked she was going to be as the morning incident played in his mind. She pushed the sugar container towards his tea spilling the tea on his Sunday wear. He had been fast enough to meet them at the table but ended up with drinking tea as the plastic cup bounced on the floor No doubt, she did it intentionally to hurt him but it didn't hurt him . He had enough to feed himself as he saved whatever his uncle gave him during his very rare visit to his family. His uncle was an accountant working at an oil rig in Port Harcourt.. He gave one final sigh as he looked at the gal. At 18 years old, Vicky, the shortened form of Victoria was a pretty gal but had a wicked heart.
“Bro John, Pls come and help us with the offertory box ”a church warden who knew him from their seat requested .On his own accord, he would never do it but noticing stares from some people he proceeded to do it .As he made his way to the offertory box, he failed to notice a lady coming behind him as he was more concerned about his step and dressing. Thinking the usher was behind him, he turned to meet an onrushing lady. He made a desperate attempt to stop both of them from colliding which he regretted instantly. There was silence for some seconds, then what he did dawned on him. He wasn't so lucky this time as the well delivered and measured slap sent his head into an obsolete galaxy where only stars exist
“ Did you just grab my breast ” the lady yelled loudly drawing the attention of all who were deaf to the previous noise.
John wondered if the day will ever stop getting worse.

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Don't know how short it is Buh I will do my best -author 's note

what an embarrassment. Nice beginning ,following to the end.

Well measured slap.....nice 1.....

CONTD
John slammed his phone on the bed. He was very annoyed and exasperated. He had tried albeit unsuccessfully to find an interesting and ideal story on the nairaland literature forum. Most of the romantic stories were virtual fantasy with little reality. Writers of action stories have reduced due to plagiarist with the owner offering no protection whatever. The literature forum viewers board was empty and he knew without been told that it was going to be one of his last visit.
He walked out of the shed as he went to mama Ayo Buka to buy "pure water ” .the idea that it was satchet water not pure water as most Nigerians ignorantly believe made him smile.
The time on his phone showed that it was 10 mins to break over for all Oga Tolu apprentices. He had started his apprenticeship to avoid the madam and do something with his life having given up on education .
He perused the web very concentrated on his work and failed to notice a shadow cast on him.
“ hehe bros wetin na,wetin be dis” Emeka the beggy beggy Igbo boy shouted.
All he got was some lifting of shoulders and rolling of eyes from other apprentice in the stuffy rest area.
Turning to Emeka, he gave him an ugly scowl.
“beggy beggy, I don't have anything for you today ” John flung carelessly and tried to cover what he was doing.
“ bros I Don see be say I Don see am. And ur badluck be say nairabet pay me so l wan spend wella. ” Emeka said slapping John at back playfully
John seem to consider the idea for sometime.
“ guy no waste time na just one bottle. I Don dey comot oooo,odeku dey call me oooo. ” Emeka said as he turned.
While waiting for their drinks,Emeka turned to John
“guy no ask me anything oooo, me no go answer u” John blurted out
"I no dey put nose for pesin matter but when my friend ,the only one who feeds me in need is all over google searching on how to be an assassin then serious problem dey ” Emeka replied with worry echted all over his face
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The thoughts of what happened the previous day occupied him again .why still trying to stammer out an apology in front of the parishioners of St Andrews Catholic Church, he had been gently led out by the same church warden who had put him in trouble. He was led to the fathers house where he later met the priest and lady. He apologized profusely, very much aware that his aunt have gotten a new story to feed his uncle and if possible, his father. Why he doubted if his father and uncle will believe the story, he knew it will weaken their hearts.
Since his mother left his father, he had always tried his best to please his father. His father, a farmer in the village had managed to pay his fees to Ss3 by virtually wearing wrapper as boxers exposing his penis. Yet his father have done it knowing how brilliant his son was. The wound of his wife leaving him for his richer best man and then dumping him with a baby that he has whole heartrdly accepted was still fresh. That wound is what he has been trying to heal but he seems to be aggravating the old man wound
He had managed to beg his aunt and her stupid daughter who agreed on the condition he wouldn't eat for the rest of the day.
One can imagine his shock to wake up to the angry voice of his uncle
“Bros whatever you are doing just know that life is only one unless you are the mythical cat with 9 lives, but in case of trouble, me and my eiye boys dey ur back ” Emeka brought back to reality.
Emeka never hid the fact that he was a cultist and took delight in telling people.
The shout of their Oga reminded him of end of break. Time to service Alhaji car
He walked into the workshop a determined person


###########Nl writers Pls don't take offense at any part of the story. It is kind of biographical ---author footnote

Following
Nice one Op

Chapter 2
John stood at the doorstep of his father's house, contemplative for a minute before knocking on the door. He had managed to secure permission from his aunt to enable him visit his father. On the 3rd attempt to on the door, the windows slid revealing his father peeping.
“Papa good day ”he greeted
“good day my son ,how are you doing? ”PA James asked as he drew his son in a warm embrace..
Dragging him into the room, his father locked the door.

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“Here is the report you requested for ” Sandra said, as she passed some files to her boss.
Mr Goldy peruse through the files for some time.
“Pls sir can I go ” Sandra asked eager to meet her friends and continue their gist.
“Make an official report of what you wrote to the vice president and to the CIA director general ” Mr Goldy said as he dismissed Sandra.
Mr Goldy was one of the top agents of the CIA whose work was to gather information about various countries. He was in charge of the African region of which South Africa, Nigeria and Egypt were the most important.. He heard the chatter of the general office which always displease him. He knew that a lot of things are about to happen.
Soon the wheels will be kicked in motion and he would be but a pawn in a big game.

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PRESENT

His eyes fluttered for sometime before opening fully. He was lying down on his back on a very soft surface. In an instant, all the memories flooded back spinning his brain and making him dizzy. A deep breath escaped as the realization that he wasn't dead hit him hard. He tried touching his wounded stomach but the hurt stopped him from doing so
“Enjoy your sleep and wake up early for tea ” a face poped into his line of vision
Seeing the face made John lose consciousness as he went back to the world of the unknown