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Story:Betrayed- Episode 5



Betrayed- Episode 5

Maame Akosua enters the ward in the morning.
She cleans Mr. Awuah gently, working around the machines surrounding him.
He is asleep, and she is scared.
Lately his sleeps have become prolonged, and she knows that he is gradually dying, and it is killing her because she has come to care for him so much, and suddenly his imminent death is driving terror through her.
She is sitting by his side when he opens his eyes finally and looks at her, and then he sees the concern on her face, the love, and the tears running down her cheeks.
He blinks once… no!
Why is he saying no?
It dawns on her then!
He doesn’t want her to be sad and cry.
She slowly wipes the tears from her face with a handkerchief and smiles at him.
He blinks twice… yes!
He is happy she has stopped crying.
Listen, I’m an old woman, Kwame. Fifty-five years old. I don’t have the figure of a model, and I’m certainly not as beautiful as your wife. But I have a good heart that has not been used much, okay, and that heart loves you now. I’m a Christian, and I know my Lord will help you, so don’t die! At least, don’t let those evil couple get away with what they have done to you. Last night I had the dream again about a tall, bearded gentleman in a black suit who has been sent by the Lord to help you! Please, don’t die on me!
Two blinks…
Yes, he won’t die yet.
She smiles beautifully, and just then the door opens and Nana Yaw comes in, his face sweaty and grave.
Maame stands up stiffly and looks at him with such fury that he raises his eyebrows at her.
Anything the matter? Why are you looking at me like that?
Nothing, sir. Good morning.
Nana Yaw ignores her and looks down at his father.
How’re you father? Don’t worry about anything, okay?. Very soon you will be free of all your pains!
Maame’s jaw sets with the depths of her anger.
Such hypocrisy!
Such evil!
Such wickedness!
Oh, why should God allow people like these to live free after their evil deeds?
Nana Yaw checks the Stats Card of his father and the readings from the machines. He fidgets with instruments and takes fresh readings.
Is he alright, sir?
He will be fine. Please, take this prescription and get me the items from the pharmacist.
(taking the list)
Yes, sir.
She goes out slowly with a slight frown on her face.
She does not notice that Kwame Awuah is looking at her desperately and giving her a series of single blinks…
No, no, no, no, don’t leave me alone with him!
Kwame Awuah is scared! He has seen the look of doom in his step-son’s eyes, and he knows that evil is lurking behind the fa├žade of Nana Yaw’s caring expression.
The moment Maame goes out Nana Yaw takes the deadly ampoule and the syringe from his pocket.
He quickly breaks the neck of the ampoule, extracts the deadly fluid with the syringe, and then holds his father’s arm.
He looks up suddenly, and sees the tears falling down the sides of Kwame’s eyes.
It makes Nana Yaw tremble, and tears came into his own eyes so that he can barely see.
He quickly swabs his father’s arm, grips it for the vein to pop out, and then he inserts the syringe and depresses the plunger.
He quickly turns away and puts the whole package into his pocket.
He walks to one of the windows and stares out as tears course down his face.
He knows that he has committed murder.
He has just killed the only man who ever treated him with genuine love, the man who has given him a life, and an existence of affluence!
A man who had never held anything back from him!
The door opens and Maame comes back in.
She knows immediately that something is wrong when she sees the frantic look in Kwame’s eyes and the tears forming a wet patch on the pillow.
Nana Yaw suddenly turns away from the window and, weeping openly now, flees from the room.
Maame drops the package she is holding on a table and sits beside Kwame as tears fill her eyes.
Oh, dear, dear, dear! What did he do to you? What happened? Oh, no, no, no! Kwame, Kwame!
The machines around her are now emitting different beeps now.
Maame stands up and runs into the corridor screaming for help.
The mountain road that leads to the sprawling AWUAH RESIDENCE is a bit steep and curvy. On one side is a sheer mountain face, and on the other side is a dangerous drop to the rocks below.
The drop is protected by metal railings.
Sereboe Abokyi and his two accomplices, TAWIAH and ADAMU, have laid the trap that will lead to Nana Yaw’s death.
Sereboe and Adamu are sitting in a sleek Lexus in the most dangerous bend in the road.
Across the road, inside the bend, they have put a nail-studded stretch of rubber.
Any car coming from the bend will see the barrier too late and run over it, causing the tyres to be punctured.
They are holding guns and walkie-talkies.
Tawiah is hiding in the bushes a bit down the road, waiting for approaching cars.
If a car comes along and it is not Nana Yaw’s car, he will use the walkie-talkie to inform Abokyi and Adamu up the hill to remove the nail trap.
All three of them are heavily-armed with guns and knives.
A car suddenly appears below Tawiah, and he stands up and looks at it with his binoculars.
(speaking on the walkie-talkie)
Machine sighted. Not the target.
Damn! Who dat? Pull the nails, Adamu.
Adamu quickly rolls the slab of rubber off the road.
They wait for a while.
Huge car, still coming up.
Sure. Let it come and pass.
Tawiah can see that it is a sleek Escalade.
It is huge and black and absolutely wonderful.
He crouches lower into the bushes so that the driver will not see him.
The car passes his location, and then the brake lights flash. A moment later the car reverses slowly and stops opposite Tawiah.
The driver’s door opens, and a tall man in a black suit and white shirt steps out.
He is wearing a black fedora, and his face is overgrown with thick black beard and a moustache.
He is wearing dark sunglasses.
He walks forward and stands just directly opposite Tawiah, and he seems to be peering into the bushes.
Alright, Tawiah, come out now!
Tawiah freezes!
Fear crystallizes in his heart and panic sets in.
Who’s this man? How did he know his name?
Tawiah drops the walkie-talkie and draws out his pistol.
His face is awash with fear as he cocks the gun and stands up, pointing it at the tall, bearded man.
What the ****! Who the hell are you? Don’t mess with me! Turn around and put your hands on the hood of the car, right now!
The tall man’s hands are linked behind him, and he regards Tawiah with something close to contempt.
I don’t remember the last time I obeyed an order from an infidel!
The man just stares at him and then shakes his head.
Such a waste, Tawiah, such a waste. What happened to you? You were born into a good Christian home, but greed has led you into a most horrible trap. Your problem is that you never listen!
Shut up! Shut the **** up! Hands up, or I’ll kill you right where you stand!
Like I said, you never listen. But you better listen to this, Tawiah, and believe it. If you ever believed in anything, you should believe what I’m telling you right now. I’m a servant of God, and if you fire that gun it will take four fingers off your right hand!
Terrified, panicked, and absolutely flustered, Tawiah fires his pistol.
The gun explodes in Tawiah’s hand, severing the four fingers on his right hand, leaving only the thumb.
Tawiah stares at his bleeding hand with horror, and then he begins to scream fiercely.
From round the curve Abokyi and Adamu hears him.
What the **** is wrong with that dude?
Seems he’s in trouble. That car should’ve passed a long time ago. Come on, Adamu!
The two of them draw their guns and run down the incline, and come across the stranger and Tawiah, and see Tawiah’s bleeding hands.
They point their guns at the stranger immediately.
Tawiah sees them and screams loudly.
NO! No, don’t shoot him! He will maim you!
Abokyi and Adamu look at Tawiah uncomprehendingly.
Waste the mother****er! Kill him!

To be continued

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