HOW THEY MURDERED GLEN
UNKNOWN to Allen and Nimrod, Glen had gotten himself a lady that would give him sexual satisfaction for the night since his woman wasn’t in town. Becky was a young student at Star Gate University. Her special love for money had led her to Glen four weeks ago.
Glen was comfortable with the relationship because Becky respected him and did everything he asked her to do. He also made sure she didn’t come around except when he asked her to come. And Becky had never hesitated to come around whenever he told her to, just as long as he was going to give her money after the night.
That Wednesday evening, he’d needed Becky’s service, and had told her to come around, which she did around 7:00 p.m., seductively dressed in very tight, black pants and a white body-hugging blouse that revealed almost her entire cleavage.
Glen could not resist her, despite the fact that his girlfriend had called him earlier in the day to say that she could be back that evening or the next day. The exciting thought of having Becky for the night was therefore conflicting with the thought of being caught by his girl, yet he’d taken that risk.
They were both in the bedroom when he heard the noise coming from somewhere in the sitting room. He immediately became alert, and his fear was that his real sweetheart was back. Quickly getting out of bed, he turned to the frightened naked girl lying on it. “Climb into the ceiling; take all your belongings and leave no trace, stay there until I tell you to come out!” he directed her to her surprise.
“Just do it, damn it!”
He helped her into the ceiling and hurriedly left the bedroom.
Becky knew he had a serious relationship. Her only concern was the money she always got from him, but the thought of being caught by his girl wasn’t something she thought would be a pleasant one. Stories of how women who had been injured by other women who had perceived them to be threats to their relationships quickly sprang to mind as she held on to the ceiling’s wooden beams. From here, she could see the whole room through a small hole, and she checked to see if she had forgotten anything, eventually feeling sure that nothing had been left behind.
Glen entered the sitting room and noticed that somebody was knocking harshly on his door.
This wasn’t his girlfriend, he thought, wondering who could be knocking on his door like that at that ungodly hour.
“Who is that?” he asked in a harsh voice.
“It’s me, Allen. Open the door!” Allen shouted from outside.
“Allen? What is the problem?” Glen asked. Why would Allen visit him that late? he thought. Allen wasn’t a regular visitor and he never visited without informing him first.
“Something came up and we really need to talk,” Allen was trying to explain. He didn’t want Glen to suspect anything.
“Can’t it wait? I am not in the mood for any discussion right now!”
“I am here already; let’s talk and get it over with.” Allen hesitated and then said, “I want us to talk about Nimrod, and you know he will soon be released from prison; we must discuss what role he should be allowed to play in the gang. I must tell you that he has other things in mind. Do you want to talk or not?”
The thought of Nimrod had been a bother to Glen of late, especially with the knowledge that he would soon be released. Surely, he really needed to talk about Nimrod. This discussion could actually give him the opportunity to know how to take care of the psycho when he comes out of prison.
He opened the door, and stared at Allen, who was wearing black jeans below a dark-blue T-shirt. “Hi Glen, I have got a big surprise for you!” he quipped. His face betrayed nothing.
“What surprise?” Glen asked him almost incoherently.
“Can I come in?” Allen asked as he confidently walked into the house. Glen stepped aside for him to enter, still wondering what the surprise was.
“What do you mean by having a surprise for me?” he asked suspiciously.
He was just about to close his door when Nimrod appeared. Nimrod’s wicked figure paralyzed him for a few seconds. He was both surprised and shocked.
Nimrod was the last person he had expected to see just then, and he tried to speak, but couldn’t find his voice. He quickly looked back at Allen only to be faced with a short gun.
“Don’t move mon ami! Like I told you, we have to talk and please don’t try anything funny,” Allen said, threatening him with the gun.
“It’s been a long time, my good friend,” Nimrod said as he gently walked in and shut the door behind him.
Glen was hearing nothing but the voice of the devil.
The mean devilish expression on Nimrod’s face made him want to pee on his pants.
“I have come to finish up the discussion we started a long time ago,” Nimrod continued. “What took you so long to open the door? Are you with a lady? Let’s go into the bedroom, I want to be sure that he is alone,” he directed at Allen.
Glen remained silent as he thought of what to do. He could only lead them into his bedroom since the fierce gun was still pointed at him.
Becky remained up in the ceiling. She was already aware that Glen wasn’t coming in alone. She could clearly see two men looking more like bullies follow Glen into the bedroom. She wondered what was going on. The room was tensed and she was so afraid right now.
Nimrod carelessly looked around and saw nobody. “A new habit, huh? You can now stay alone in your house doing nothing by this time of the day? I guess a lot have changed since I went away, my dear!” he joked.
“I don’t know what you want from me. It was not my fault that you went to jail. I even tried to defend you that night!” Glen began with pleading eyes. It was clear that Nimrod and Allen had serious evil intentions. He didn’t know how he was going to save himself this time around. For now, he knew that the best thing he could do was to keep them talking, while praying for a miracle!
“I have been rotting away in jail for the past four years. Lupe Prison is not a place that I would advise you to spend just a night in, fool! I have been staying in that hell for four years all because of you! So immediately I came out of that hell this evening, I thought of you! Time will not allow me to tell you everything I went through in that prison. I would have loved to so that you’ll have a little idea of what is going to happen to you this evening,” Nimrod said without displaying any emotions on his face. His eyes remained still and devilish.
“Nimrod, I never called the cops that night you were caught. We can work things out. I mean, you can take over the gang if you want…”
“Shut up! It was because of your decision to leave the gang that I came over to your place that night. You felt you were smart and your stubbornness took me to jail!” Nimrod angrily cut in.
The gun in Allen’s hand was still aimed at Glen’s head. They made him sit down on the bed. He sat on the bed, helplessly staring at the gun, and then Nimrod, and Allen, and back to the gun.
Nimrod was glaring down at him with so much hatred. All of a sudden, he punched the fool on the jaw, and then landed two more on his nose and lips. Glen’s face immediately became bloody as he was dragged and vigorously pushed to the floor. Both men began to kick him on the chest and stomach.
At this moment, Glen felt both afraid and angry. He caught Nimrod’s right leg and pulled him to the floor. He quickly reached for Nimrod’s neck with both hands and started to squeeze with all his might.
Nimrod found himself struggling for his life. The grip was unexpectedly too tight; and he realized almost too late that Glen was actually squeezing the life out of him!
Allen was watching this brawl in confusion. He was not sure whether to shoot or not.
Nimrod was choking to death!
Quickly, he bent over and hit Glen on the head with his gun’s butt.
Glen felt the sharp pain when the gun landed on his head. This made him unconsciously loosen his grip. Then a second hit landed at the back of his head and this almost paralyzed him.
And using this opportunity to free himself, Nimrod stood up, cursing angrily while Glen continued to role on the floor in pain.
“He was almost killing me!” he angrily snapped at Allen. “Hold him and give me the gun!” he commanded.
“We can’t shoot him,” warned Allen, handing him the gun. “Someone might hear us!” He sat Glen up, wrapping his arms around the other man’s neck from behind. Pulling down the curtain that covered the door, Nimrod violently pulled out its cord and, with Allen’s help, tied Glen’s two hands behind him with these. He now kicked the incarcerated man several times on his stomach and quickly brought out a short knife from his pocket. He was getting angrier and excited.
With the knife, he stabbed Glen five times; thrice in the chest and twice in the stomach.
Allen left Glen as his body slumped to the ground.
They stood back and watched as he bled to death, struggling for his life, which was slowly ebbing away.
Nimrod kicked him on the face and cursed with anger and hatred.
And slowly, the dying man’s body went limp on the floor.
Now Nimrod felt a rush of satisfaction run through his body as he watched this event. The sight of the dead man was arousing him. Now he believed he was free at last. He wanted to shout for joy but made do with a smile.
Allen did not like the sight; it was very nauseating. He felt like throwing up.
“Stupid bastard!” Nimrod cursed, wishing he could start the act all over again. He kicked Glen three more times and said, “Let’s get out of here!” He couldn’t wait to get hold of Michael. He was sure the satisfaction he would derive from killing that one would be far greater than this.
Becky had seen everything from the ceiling. She’d almost fainted with fright before they finally cleaned up the place and left.
* * *
Officer Kennedy quickly walked over to Inspector Jack’s car as it pulled over in front of Glen’s house. There were mostly cops everywhere and very few neighbors.
He led Jack into the building as he gave him the feedback of what they had learnt. “The deceased is Mr. Glen Jude. The neighbors said he was a rich man who loved spending money on social activities. Nobody knows the source of his wealth; he has always been secretive about that. He was with a young girl at the time of the murder; and she is a student of Star Gate University. She saw everything.”
They were now in Glen’s bedroom. His body was still on the floor in his own pool of blood. “The homicide crew is already through?” Jack asked as he inspected the corpse.
“Where was the girl?”
“In the ceiling.”
“She said Glen asked her to climb into the ceiling when he thought it was his girlfriend knocking on the door,” Kennedy explained.
“What did the girl see? Can she identify the murderers?” Jack asked. What a way to die, he thought, as Officer Kennedy led him out of the room. Five stabs in all! He wondered what the fellow had done to deserve this type of assassination.
“She said there were two men, and from what she heard, one of them just came out from the prison. Glen referred to him as Nimrod. It seems Glen was responsible for his going to prison.”
“The bastard!” Jack swore under his breath.
“Any luck on knowing his whereabouts, sir?”
“We’re still trying, Ken,” said the inspector. “Right now I’m hoping he was sloppy here so that we can get some leads here.”
Officer Teddy of the homicide crew walked in. He was a sleek-looking fellow with an expertise Jack knew no other officer could bring to the job.
“Good evening, Inspector Jack,” he began. “What do we call this week, eh? Bloody week?” They didn’t get the joke, so he quietly coughed. The week could be called a bloody one due to the deaths recorded in the Lupe Prison breakout the night before. Now this. “We’re out of luck this time,” he continued. “Fingerprints are nowhere to be found, even on the murder weapon. It’s like these guys knew what they were doing. Meticulously, I mean. Nothing here seems out of place except that dead body lying on the floor. If the deceased had given them a hell of a fight like the witness said, then he must have been one hell of a fighter!” Then, at the inquisitive stares he was getting from the other two officers due to this comment, he added, “There are no signs of struggle anywhere, guys! I meant that as a joke, sorry!”
“Apology accepted,” snapped the inspector and even Officer Kennedy drew back with surprise.
“I heard there was a witness, sir,” resumed Detective Ted after regaining his composure. “I guess she really did have a lot to tell?”
“Yes. Well, let me save you the stress of looking for prints in this haystack, Teddy,” began Inspector Jack.“The girl said the murderer goes by our man’s name, think he’s a namesake?” And quickly: “That’s a joke, Ted. I know it is Nimrod…this looks like his work.”
“Well, then,” resumed the detective. “This makes everything a whole lot easier, right?”
“Right…we just need to find him now.”
“That is, if he’s still hanging around after this, sir,” said Officer Kennedy.
Jack nodded, but he knew that finding Nimrod was now his top priority.
“Any word on Michael’s whereabouts?”
“No, sir. I think he is out of town, but a patrol squad is going over to his place as we speak,” said Kennedy. “They’ll keep watch over the place as usual and inform him of the danger when he gets back.”
“Keep me informed, officer,” said Jack. “We’ll have to start looking for him even outside town in order to let him know about this threat today. Spread the word to all divisions outside Lupe as soon as I leave you. He and his friends are in very serious danger.”
* * *
Jack and Officer Kennedy drove into the large compound of Lupe Prison and he alighted as soon as the bulky presence of the Comptroller appeared before the building’s main doors. He waved at them and the police officers walked over to where he stood.
“Good day, officers. What brings you to Lupe Prison today?” he enquired.
“Good day, sir,” Jack began. He would forever be grateful to the man for backing him up in court back when the police was trying to keep Nimrod in jail after the psycho had molested an inmate. “We came to find out more about the escaped convict called Nimrod when he was here. Did he have any visitors when he was in prison?”
“Yes, he had a regular visitor, Allen Abu. I will get his address when we get to my office.” Both men followed him back to his office and a quick system search produced the said address. The comptroller quickly wrote down the information on a piece of paper and handed it to them. “That is the same contact address we have for Nimrod.”
“Alright, we will check it out,” Jack said, thoughtfully.
At Allen’s home, they were informed that Allen moved out of the house three months ago and nobody knew his where about. Jack was convinced that it was Nimrod and Allen who had murdered Glen. He couldn’t help but think that this Nimrod guy was crazy. The fellow had just escaped from prison, yet he still goes ahead to kill a citizen! This psycho must be apprehended before the idiot causes more havoc, thought the inspector.
* * *
Soon, their orders arrived and they zealously delved into the food.
“We’ll have to lie low for some time, dude…!” Allen proposed as he ate, trying to avoid the other man’s eyes. “The cops will be searching for us by now, so we gotta do this for some time before taking Michael’s Waterloo to him!”
“Yeah, sure!” mumbled Nimrod, munching away. “I like the new apartment. We can hide in it for some time, and believe me; they won’t find that place ten years from now!”
Allen felt pleased after this remark. That was a sought of approval from his master for finding the secret abode. “Got to get more provisions, though!” he said before shoveling a spoonful of rice into his mouth. “I will do that as soon as we leave here!”
“Not me…,” began his partner, whose attention had been drawn to a wantonly dressed girl who’d just entered the restaurant alone. “Think I’ll be needing some company tonight!”
“Yo, man,” agreed Allen, understanding perfectly what he meant. “Just be careful, though. Hide the body in the backyard when you’re through with her. I’ll help you dispose of it in the river tomorrow.”
“And who said I’ll kill her when I’m through with her?”
“Well…just figured, boss!”
“Well, figure straight, alright?”
The other man nodded slowly. “You’re the boss, man. You’re the boss.”
They finished their meal in silence, Nimrod watching the girl with the corner of his eyes as she took a seat opposite their table and pushed back her short skirt a little, feigning ignorance of the attention this little action immediately garnered for her from almost all the male occupants in the room. This Nimrod did not like and he stood up without a word and went straight to her. Allen quickly finished his rice and gulped down his last beer before paying for their meal.
“Looking for something, Mister?” She was haughty and disrespectful. He liked that in a girl.
“Love, my dear…L. O. V. E.”
“It is going to cost you,” she quickly added, pulling up her mini a bit more.
“No problem. I have a car. Follow me.”
“To your place?” She sounded so inquisitive.
“Gonna cost you even more.”
“We’ll discuss that in the car.”
Allen was waiting for them at the Peugeot. They both got in the back. The girl first and then Nimrod.
“I can do you both now if you want,” she began, looking Allen over with large brown eyes. “Only it will cost you even more.”
She fell silent but did not get out of the car. That was her second mistake, Allen thought as he started the engine and rolled the sedan out of the parking lot. Her first was meeting them.
* * *
Inspector Jack Davison was livid when he saw the naked body. She’d been fished out of the water with a fishnet a local fisherman had lent the force a few minutes ago for this sole purpose. Her eyes were still wide open as if frozen in wild fright and her body had knife stabs all over it.
“How long has she been dead?” he asked the police doctor on the case.
“Two days at the most.”
“Wow…so sad….” Jack shook his head as he said this. “This is of the utmost priority, doc,” he told the officer. “We’ll need your report ASAP!”
“Yes, sir. I’ll begin the examination immediately!”
“I want to know if you find anything…someone’s blood…sperm…hair…whatever. The government is keen on putting an end to this murder spree and they have invited Inspector Bromsbey from Scotland Yard to join the investigation as we search for Nimrod. We wanna know if he’s acting alone or with accomplices.”
“You are welcome, sir!” the doctor told the white man standing beside the Nigerian inspector. “How was your trip?”
“Alright, doctor…off to work!” cut in his superior. “You can enquire about that when our job is done here!”
Bromsbey, on his own part, was smiling at the doctor.“A pleasure meeting you, doctor,” he now said as the police physician saluted his Nigerian counterpart and walked away. He was a short, fat man with little bulbous eyes, and Jack had never for once thought he’ll be nothing but a great deal of help in this impossible case they were yet to unravel. His professionalism and intelligence superseded him.
“Once again, you’re welcome to Nigeria, inspector.”
“Thank you, Jack…a nice country you’ve got here!”
“Well, we do our best, my friend…although certain citizens of this great nation keep making our job a very difficult one as you can see here.” He flipped open the white cloth covering the dead girl for the other man to see and they just stood there staring at the bloated body.
“Poor girl,” finally said Bromsbey, turning to the small river. “How did you know she was in the water, inspector?”
“Some fishermen found her floating body a few hours ago, sir, and please call me Jack.”
“And Nimrod…where does he fit into all of this?”
“We believe he did this since a witness to another crime said she saw him commit that other offence in the same fashion we now see here, my friend,” replied the Nigerian. “Though we’re yet to get any hard evidence linking him to that other deed,” he added as an afterthought. “They must have wiped their fingerprints clean from the knife they used in that murder. Our divers are scouring the river bed as we speak in search of a knife right now, and I pray they just threw this one away without wiping it clean of their prints this time.”
“So there is an accomplice?”
“That’s the line I’m towing for now, inspector…remember that according to our witness, another man held Nimrod’s first victim for him as he did the stabbing. I don’t think Nimrod did this alone either.”
“Maybe, but I still have this hunch, inspector…I’ve never been wrong before.”
Both men were now walking away from the shore towards the squad cars still blipping their sirens and illuminating the still night with their force lights. Three other forensic experts from Scotland Yard were unpacking their equipment from the trunk of their sophisticated-looking van. Jack found himself wondering what kind of equipment was inside the behemoth thing. Officer Kennedy saluted them halfway to their destination.
“OK, Ken, what do you have for me?”
“We…We are yet to get Mr. Black at home, sir,” said the police officer.
“What do you mean by that, my friend? Have you tried calling him?”
“Several times, sir…but his phone is always switched off.”
“What of his office?”
“That is where we got his number, sir…they said they will notify him when they get to him…seems he’s on an assignment for his company outside town, sir.”
“But the officers you sent to his house the day before said they saw his car parked there, right?” asked Bromsbey.
“Yes, sir,” agreed Kennedy. “Maybe he didn’t go with the car, then.”
“Keep trying to get him, Ken,” ordered Davison, swinging open his patrol car’s door as he spoke. “We don’t want him to be the fifth victim now, do we?”
* * *
Michael arrived in front of Brenda’s door at exactly 11:00 a.m. on Saturday, looking elegant in a dark-red T-shirt and blue jeans. Brenda couldn’t help admiring that handsome figure the moment she opened the door for him to enter. She instantly felt that it was going to be hard to resist him if Cain did not sweep her off her feet when he showed up in a few days’ time.
“I didn’t think that you will be coming this early,” she said, smiling.
Michael sat down and said, “If I had my way, I would have been here early enough to have breakfast with you. Where is Jane?”
“Oh, she is in the bedroom preparing for her date with Brad, her fiancé.” Then loudly, “Jane, Michael is here!”
Jane came out almost immediately. “Hi, Michael. Nice seeing you, it’s a pity I will be going out soon.”
“That’s okay. No wonder you are looking so beautiful. Your fiancé must be very proud of you.”
Jane spent only a few minutes with them before Brad came to pick her up. From the way Brad looked at him, it was obvious that he approved of Michael’s involvement with Brenda. He made Michael promise to take care of Brenda before finally going out with Jane.
Again, Michael was alone in the house with Brenda.
What shall I offer my Mr. Handsome?” Brenda was standing in front of him in an attempt to get whatever he requested.
Michael was glad to know that she thought he was handsome. “A bottle of Maltina will do.”
“So what is your plan for today?” she asked as she opened the bottle of Maltina. She sat close to him and paid attention to his face.
“I will like it if we hang around in your house for a while, then we can go out in the evening.”
“Okay,” she accepted in a lovely, gentle voice.
“I have spent the whole of this week thinking of this moment. And I am so glad that it has finally come,” he said.
“Really? Then why didn’t you squeeze out time to pay me a visit during the week? You didn’t even call everyday as you promised.”
“I wished I could but I had a very hectic week. But trust me, you were always here.” He touched his heart.
“I was busy at the tail of the week also. I had to go for a job test on Thursday and I was called for an interview on Friday.”
“Yea, that reminds me; how did you fare?”
“It was cool, I am very positive that I will be called for the job. Besides, my internet friend told me the job is mine.”
“Can you tell me about your cyber friend?” This was the topic he’d wanted her to throw up, and now that she had done so, he wasn’t going to leave it so easily.
“I have been waiting to tell you, Michael,” she began with some enthusiasm, “but I really need you to believe and promise me that you won’t think that I am making it up or going crazy.”
“It’s all right, you can tell me everything,” he assured her.
Brenda had thought it a good idea to tell Michael the story of Cain because she had seen him as a good listener right from the very first time they had stayed together.
She told him everything about Cain, leaving nothing out except his nightly visits to her room. She also used the opportunity to tell him about why her breakup with Adam really affected her the way it did. “I don’t know what to really think, I can’t help wanting to chat with him even though I am scared. Am I possessed?” she asked him in conclusion.
“No, you are definitely not possessed. I believe that there is an explanation for it all; with time, all will be revealed,” Michael said. Now he understood why Jane had been worried. The story her friend had just told him was unbelievable. Something was happening to Brenda; she was no longer the girl struggling to recover from heartbreak. She was now a lively, confused girl, filled with nothing but curiosity and excitement about a strange being on the internet. Could it be that this was a ghost? Michael had never in his life given ghost issues a second thought.
“Can I ask you a question? Michael asked.
“I want you to tell me what you think about Cain. Do you think he could be some guy playing pranks on the internet or some form of…of a ghost?”
“Honestly, I think it is a ghost or someone with some supernatural powers. Michael, he is taking hold of my time. He is making me have less control of myself, and a part of me wants to give in to whatever he wants.”
“That sure sounds like ‘possession’ to me, don’t you think?” he lightly suggested to her utter chagrin.
“No, it’s not!” she shot back.
“Then the best thing for you to do is to put a total stop to chatting with him,” Michael said, feeling guilty for even introducing the idea in the first place.
“No, I can’t. You don’t understand, Michael; I have both a good and bad feeling about Cain. Honestly, the good feeling is overshadowing the bad one.”
This was getting out of hand, Michael thought, but he swore that he wasn’t going to watch the girl he was falling in love with waste away just like that. Brenda was becoming precious to him.
“I am confused, Brenda. I really want to help you, but I don’t know what to do. How long will this continue?”
“I don’t know….” She suddenly stopped talking. She was having a strange sensation. Something was happening in the room. She looked up, down and sideways.
“What is it, Brenda?” Michael asked.
“I don’t know, I just have a strange feeling,” she quietly said.
“Strange feeling about what?”
“Yes?” She’d heard the voice. It was the most beautiful sound she had ever heard. No music could be compared to it.“Cain!” she called out. She was looking all around and couldn’t tell where the voice was coming from. “Can you see me? Where are you?”
“Yes I can, Brenda, I can see you.” The voice was intoxicating; it was lovely.
“He is here,” she said to Michael. “Cain is here.” She stood up, looking very excited. “Can you hear him? I told you he is real. He promised me that he was going to make me see him and maybe he is about to keep his word.”
“I can’t hear anything, Brenda, let alone see anyone. What is wrong with you?” Michael asked, not knowing how to handle her. Was she going crazy? he thought.
“Can’t you hear him?” Brenda was puzzled. How couldn’t Michael hear Cain’s voice? This was a very good opportunity for her to prove to Michael and Jane that she wasn’t going insane. “Cain! Can you speak out? So that my good friend here can hear you.”
“It’s good that he is here, Brenda. I know he’ll make you happy, but I didn’t come here to be seen.” There was an impatient note in the voice. “I came here to tell you where we’ll meet later this week.”
“Where? How?” She suddenly became oblivious of Michael’s presence.
Michael could also observe that Brenda was becoming unconscious of her environment, like she was being hypnotized. “Brenda! Brenda!! What is happening? Can you talk to me?” Who was she talking to? he thought.
Brenda couldn’t hear him. Something strange was happening to her. “Where are you, Cain? I want to see you!”
Brenda suddenly felt very light. She began to witness a floating sensation.
Michael continued to watch her in astonishment. Something seriously strange was happening to her. Suddenly, she began to take off her clothes. She was obviously in a romantic mood with somebody he couldn’t see. This had to stop, he thought. He had been stunned by her behavior and couldn’t help but watch her behave strangely. Now he couldn’t just watch her take off everything.
He was also stunned by her beautiful body. He suddenly realized that she was more beautiful than he’d ever thought. Yet he felt scared.
Then he felt a sense of responsibility. How could he stand there and watch the girl he was falling in love with go into a romantic escapade with who knows what?
He suddenly grabbed her and called her name several times.
“What is wrong with you? Brenda!” He shook her more violently. Then he felt her fall into his arms. He lifted her and carried her to the long sofa.
Brenda opened her eyes and starred into his face. She looked more beautiful than he had ever thought she was. She reached out and touched his chin. “Oh, Cain…”
“Oh, Brenda,” he said, feeling sorry for her.
“Make love to me, Cain.”
“Brenda, I am not Cain…”
“Love me, Cain!”
“What?”She was tugging at his collar, and this was obviously exciting him. The kiss was sweet and passionate when it came, and his shirt easily came off afterwards. “Brenda, you know we shouldn’t…” Yet, he was still hesitant.
Could it be that she really had no internet friend? What if she was making up the story just to get away from the depression Adam’s jilt had been causing her? he frantically thought as he started pulling off his trousers and helping her with her undies. That would mean there was nothing physically wrong with her, just the mental side effect of the depression, which, he must admit, was a natural occurrence for many people going through the terrible experience of heartbreak in the modern world. She was caressing him while he feverishly kissed her all over, all guilty thoughts of now taking advantage of her situation forcefully banished from his mind. Their hips came together for an instant and the pulsed shock of this meeting was both exhilarating and electrifying.
“Brenda, you know we shouldn’t…” he began again, feeling extremely guilty, and she shushed him with a deep kiss that energized his manhood and sent ripples flying around in his brain. He was inside her just as quickly and immediately started pushing his hips against hers, slowly but surely. Right there on the sitting room sofa, they suddenly realized they were more than perfect for each other, their audible breathing the only sounds emanating from their bodies as they struck up a rhythmic gyration only two lovers entwined in concupiscence could generate. The tempo of this gyration could only increase, faster, faster, and faster still, until they were sweating profusely as they made crazy love to each other.
It was all over almost as soon as it had begun, and he brought her closer to his bosom, whispering sweet nothings to her as she kept sighing deeply.
He held her more closely to himself. He could feel her breath on his chest. “I will stand by you, no matter what you are going through. I will never leave you. We must find a way out,” he told her with warmth.
This wasn’t the way Michael had dreamt this weekend would go, but despite everything that had happened, he was glad to now have her by his side. Of course, he couldn’t still make out what was happening to her, but he was sure that nothing, not even the devil, himself, could make him let her go now.
He looked at her and realized that she was already sleeping. He didn’t want to wake her, so he just kept holding her as he admired her beautiful body.
* * *
Michael had not been able to get Brenda and yesterday’s event out of his mind. In fact he had slept with the thought and it still persisted even though the day was half way gone. He was more confused than a lost infant. He didn’t know how to handle Brenda’s situation.
Was she possessed by demons? Was she hallucinating? Who was Cain? Did she have a history with this sort of thing?
Backing off wasn’t an option. He had already formed a very strong emotional attachment towards her; not to mention their steamy tango that day – he won’t be a happy man if he left her. Besides, she needed him now and standing by her would prove his love for her and increase his chance of having her to himself. He was very concerned for her and was even more worried that he could proffer no solution to her problem. He could feel her pain, her confusion and her worries. From the way she acted yesterday, it was obvious that, although she was sure of what was happening to her, she was frightened and helpless about her situation. Something beyond her control was manipulating her and she was scared to death.
Yesterday’s event was scary and mysterious. Was there any sort of danger? No! He shouldn’t be thinking like that.
Then he remembered her standing almost naked before him. What a body! He couldn’t help lusting after the little he saw of her body even before their encounter. It had almost distracted him from what was really happening to her. And then she had slept soundly on him after the sex, looking so vulnerable and desirable, he recalled. The way she had leaned on his body, just like an infant who was so much dependent on its mother. Wow! He was glad she had found comfort in him and he was ready to give her more comfort if given the opportunity.
It was almost 2:00 p.m. that Sunday afternoon. He was just relaxing on his bed. Thoughts of Brenda had handicapped his normal Sunday activities. He wanted to pay her a visit but thought against that. He had called her instead and was happy to hear her sweet gentle voice sounding lively and cheerful. She had said she was feeling better and from the sound of her voice, he believed her.
His thought drifted to fantasies of him and Brenda having romantic moments, but the sudden ringing of his phone brought him back to reality. It was his friend, Joel.
“Are you at home?” Joel asked over the phone.
“Yes. I am just relaxing at home; I don’t feel like going out today,” he lazily answered.
“Is everything alright? What’s bothering you, Michael? I can detect something from the way you sound.”
“How do I sound? I am the psychologist here, you know?” Michael replied defensively. He was surprised that Joel could detect something in his voice. Had he been that carried away?
“I may not be a psychologist, but I can tell when a friend is worried. I am passing by your street. I just thought that I should perhaps check on you.”
“That will be nice. As a matter of fact, I can do with the company now.”
Joel knocked on the door a few minutes later. Michael was already in the sitting room waiting for him. He had decided to seek Joel’s opinion on Brenda’s issue.
The sudden presence of Joel made him realize that he was actually lonely. Joel, on the other hand, was looking excited.
“Is this how you intend to spend your Sunday after much stress during the week? What is the matter with you?” Joel asked as he shook hands with Michael and made for the nearest seat.
“I am okay; I just didn’t feel like hanging out today, besides it’s just almost 3:00 p.m. I might still change my mind.”
“Michael, you are not being honest with me. It’s that girl, right? Brenda?”
“What are you, a psychic? Well, you sort of got it right, though,” Michael agreed.
“Wow, what is the problem? I can see she is really getting you worked up.” Joel was concerned.
“A lot had happened; I really need to talk to someone.”
Without wasting much time, Michael told him the situation so far. He concentrated more on the mysterious Cain, leaving out their sexual tango since he’d come to see that incident as a mistake he dared not repeat.
“I think you should take her to a spiritual healer or something. This is far beyond Psychology or Medicine,” Joel concluded afterwards. His cheerful face was now looking more confused than ever.
“I suggested that but she rejected the idea. Besides, that suggestion implies that I think she is insane. I am afraid of losing the confidence she has in me. She needs someone who she can trust, someone who will stand by her. And I want to be that person.” Michael looked helpless.
“But you can’t just sit there and watch her gradually tear up psychologically,” Joel said.
“Well, I am actually hoping that Cain will not appear or disturb her again. Maybe I scared him away.”
Joel was surprised, “This is crazy, Michael, there was nobody there. She needs prayers. And even if there was a ghost,” he sounded skeptical, “you can’t scare him, he is interested in you. Ghosts don’t go away that easily. God, this is crazy!”
Michael suddenly looked up at Joel. “You are beginning to scare me. I am asking for help here, can you do that for me?”
“Have you spoken to her today?” Joel asked, wondering what sort of help Michael expected him to render.
“Yes, she sounded alright. And I hope it remains like that. Look, Joel, this girl is really a wonderful person; I am so much in love with her, she is just the kind of girl I have been praying for.”
“Take it easy with her since you like her this much. You must devote more time to her, talk to her and let her tell you everything. I believe you are the best man to handle her. I also believe that only what she says can be used to help her.”
“Well, I will try my best. It’s time I let the psychologist in me out. It’s just that I never bargained for something mysterious like this, but I will face it.”
“Yes, you never bargained to struggle for her with a ghost called Cain,” Joel bantered. “What an interesting name; wasn’t Cain the first murderer in the Bible? Do you think they could have something in common?”
“Joel! Are you going to continue to scare the shit out of my pants? You are bringing a whole new dimension to the story!” Joel had really gotten his attention with that statement. Could the name suggest that Cain is a murderer? Suddenly, he didn’t want to discuss the issue anymore. “Enough of me; how is the wife?”
“Oh, she has a guest who is keeping her busy all day. I saw it as an opportunity to come out for a while. At least, she won’t need or miss me for a while.” Joel was glad for the change of topic.
“Why are you so cheerful this afternoon?”
“Everything, Michael. My marriage is heading towards perfection. My wife is such a wonderful woman; I have been so blind and selfish all this time. I have good news for you.”
“My wife is pregnant. I will soon be a father!”
“Lovely, Joel, I am so happy for you! This calls for celebration!”
“What’s your idea?”
“My idea? Are you sick? We are going to get drunk, man!” He stood up. “Wait for me…let me change my clothes!”
He came out eight minutes later and together they left the building. As he locked the door, Michael reminded himself that he was going to call Brenda later in the evening.
A patrol car sped past their car as they were moving out, but both men paid it no heed.
* * *
Brenda thought about Michael throughout Sunday. It was almost 6:00 p.m. and she was in the sitting room listening to Sade Adu’s Smooth Operator. The kitchen utensils kept rumbling lightly in the kitchen. It was Jane. She was meant to go out with Brad earlier in the day, but had decided to spend the day with Brenda instead. At that very moment, she was preparing dinner for the two of them, giving Brenda some time alone to once again think about Michael and yesterday’s event.
She knew that she had developed strong feelings for him; feelings she chose not to call love for now. Of course, she liked him and was sure he liked her also. She could remember how secure she had felt in his arms the day before; so secure that she’d slept like a baby after their lovemaking. He had boldly stood there with her even when she was acting strange. She did not even repulse him, even after Cain had made her embarrass herself. He was a very sensitive guy who seemed to understand her despite the short time they had had together.
But was she actually safe in his hands? Could she trust him? She wanted to hold back her emotions and not allow herself to fall in love with him, but this was getting beyond her.
She wished he would stop coming around. That was the only way she could resist him. Why couldn’t guys just leave her the hell alone?
Nevertheless, would she be happy if he stopped coming around? She loved the way he had comforted her yesterday, the understanding he had shown. Oh God, what should she do?
Her phone started ringing by her side. It was Michael.
“Pretty one, I couldn’t get you off my mind throughout today. So I thought I should get myself some therapy by calling you and hearing your beautiful voice,” he said.
“Thinking about me doesn’t make any one to fall so ill as to require any therapy, unless the thought is unpleasant,” Brenda replied cheerfully.
“Thinking about you causes me to miss you and whenever I miss you, I am not happy and whenever I am not happy, I need therapy.”
“So how do you feel now that you’ve heard my voice?”
“I think you know better. How are you doing this evening?”
“I am fine. Where are you? The background is noisy,” she said.
“I am hanging out with a friend. We are celebrating his pregnant wife. We are in a small bar at the center of town.”
“You hang out alone? You didn’t think it was necessary to take me along with you?”
“Oh no, not at all; I just thought it okay that you had some rest today. There will be enough time for us to hang out in the future. Besides, this was an impromptu arrangement; I didn’t have time to call you,” he explained.
“That’s okay. I was only teasing. I am not really in the mood to hang out today. I and Jane are having a good time together.”
“How is she doing?”
“She is fine, and we are alright.”
“I hope Cain didn’t bother you today?”
“No, he didn’t,” she replied, memories of the day before flooding back in one quick rush.
“I wish he won’t come back. I really appreciate the way you sound today. I pray it continues.”
“Yes,” she replied, not sure of whether his view about Cain was okay with her. “When next are you coming around?”
“I will definitely squeeze out time within the week, let’s say Tuesday or Wednesday.”
“Looking forward to it.”
“Take care of yourself.”
“I will.” She dropped the phone. She looked up towards the kitchen and saw Jane watching her. “I knew someone was watching me. Are we ready to eat?”
“Just give me a few minutes. Was that Michael on the line?” Jane asked.
“Michael is such a nice guy and I am happy that the two of you are getting along fine,” replied her friend.
Jane had been told every detail of what happened the day before. She was glad that Michael had handled the situation very well despite Brenda’s embarrassing act. She couldn’t understand what was happening to her friend, though, but was grateful that Brenda was looking more lively and cheerful that day. She had looked like someone who had seen a ghost the night before, and this was the reason she had decided to forgo her date with Brad. She wanted to pay close attention to Brenda.
“He’s calling for the second time today?”
“Yep!” Brenda replied. “Awesome, right?”
“Yeah, I just hope he wouldn’t turn out to be like those other losers in your past,” agreed Jane. She liked Michael and prayed for the best between him and Brenda. She didn’t know why this Cain or ghost had chosen to distract Brenda now that she was finding love again.
“Yes, that is how they come around in the beginning, looking like white angels, later they turn out to be black devils.” There was a note of sarcasm in Brenda’s voice.
“You just have to be optimistic. He might be the right guy for you, you never can tell.”
“Well I am not giving him all my heart yet. I am still watching carefully. She stood up and walked towards the kitchen, “I am getting hungry; when are we going to eat?”
“Dinner will soon be ready. Just go back to the sitting room and enjoy your music.” Jane was really impressed by Brenda’s great mood. She hoped that her friend would be called for the job soonest so that she wouldn’t have the time to browse at the café again.
Ten minutes later, they were eating dinner; it was rice and salad, with plenty of fried plantain.
“This is lovely,” Brenda said as she ate.
“Thanks.” And after some seconds: “I have a strong feeling that you are going to be called for the airline job this week.”
“I feel so too; besides, Cain said that I will get the job. He has already congratulated me, remember?”
Not Cain again, Jane thought. Nevertheless, she tried not to show her negative feeling towards the mentioned name. She even pretended not to have heard. “We will celebrate in a special way. I have plans for the event.”
“Oh Jane, it will be wonderful news. My parents will be so happy; I just wish I get it o! Please pray very hard for me o!”
“You know I will, dear.”
Suddenly, Brenda felt dizzy; she stopped eating and sat motionless for a while.
“What is the matter?” Jane asked her confusedly.
“I don’t know, it…it just seems as if…if something just…just sapped my energy!” she stuttered, beginning to breathe hard. “I…I need to…to lie down!”
“Why don’t you finish your food first?” Jane suggested, worriedly staring at her friend.
Brenda managed to finish her food, and with Jane’s help, went into the bedroom and lay down on the bed.
“It’s no use!” she suddenly stammered, beginning to roll around on the bed. Jane watched her as she continued to stir restlessly, wondering what was happening to her. Could it be Cain again?
“Brenda, do you think it is Cain?” she asked.
Brenda did not reply but continued to stir more violently.
Jane didn’t know what to do. Did Brenda need a doctor? She continued to stare in confusion.
Then Brenda stopped: she seemed to have fallen asleep.
It was then that Jane realized she was drenched in sweat.