Stolen Sweetheart Chapter 8
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👫💞 Stolen Sweetheart Chapter Eight:
I felt the bullet hit my chest with full force and I fell on the ground. I thought I was dead, but I was surprised that I wasn’t. I wasn’t even bleeding. However, I felt a sharp pain in my chest. I laid down as if I was dead just to put them off. As the one who shot the bullet bent double to observe whether I had been killed, I gave him a punch in his face.
He staggered backwards for a few seconds. That was all the time I needed. I jumped up from the ground and fled. The other two were very slow-witted. Since it was dark, it took them some time to understand what was really happening. Before they could realize, I was already a good distance in front of them. They gave chase, nevertheless, firing at me but none of the bullet hit its target.
I ran as fast as I could and lost them in the dark. Thankfully for me, I had never shown The Boss where I lived. When I was sure I had really lost them, I crouched behind an abandoned warehouse in my street and called Corine. She picked just after one ring.
“Hello, Corine.”
“Oh my gosh!!! Tim, I have been trying to get to you. Where are you?” She sounded worried and afraid.
“I am in danger. The Boss’ men just shot at me. I was attacked, Corine. I was attacked. They almost killed me. They shot me in the chest. It’s a miracle I am still alive. Where are you? Are you safe? Are you alright?”
“No, Tim. I am not. I was told that there were some strange men in my hostel, looking for me. I saw one of them. He was hooded. I can’t go to my house. Please, we need to leave town. They are going to kill us. Billy has gone crazy.”
“Alright, where do you think we should go? We have to act fast. The Boss has eyes and ears everywhere.” I was panicking seriously.
“We could go to Ikom. A friend of mine lives there. We could hold up there for a while, then cross the border and move into Cameroon. We will be safe there.” She proposed.
“Good idea, babe. But we need money. We need money to start a new life. We don’t have the proper documentation to live in a new country and we are going to start life from scratch.” I explained.
“I have some money I saved up for such an eventuality. But it won’t be enough. You once told me your uncle is extremely rich. Why don’t you go home and get some money?” She asked.
“But you know he won’t give me a dime. What will I tell him? That’s an impossibility.” I spoke.
“You can steal it. Remember you told me he keeps money at home in a vault, and you had managed to get the code to the vault? Get some money from it. Like fifteen million. It’s an emergency, please.” Corine was encouraging me to steal.
“But that’s stealing. That will complicate our escaping. My uncle will report to the police and there will be a manhunt for us.” I countered.
“But you told me he travelled. By the time he comes back, we will be long gone. We have to do this, babe. You have to do this for me if you really love me.” She coaxed.
Of course, I loved Corine. It was a difficult thing for me to do a thing like that, stealing my uncle’s money. That would put me in his bad books forever and would lead to a serious family problem. But my life was at risk and so was the life of the love of my life, Corine. Afterall, what’s better than one’s own life? Is it not the English man who said love conquers all? Or was it the bible?
Needless to say, I went home that night, and everybody was asleep. I went to my uncle’s vault, entered the code and took the equivalent of twenty million Naira in cold hard dollars. I put it in my handbag and left the house. When I was safely away from the house, I called Corine. She told me she was at the neighbouring town. She said I should get a cab and join her there. That was a very precarious thing to do. The Boss worked at the park which made sense to assume that most of the boys working for him were either taxi drivers or okada men.
I was blinded by my love for Corine so, I cared less about the danger and started walking to the park. It was about 4:00 am now. I was already close to the park when I saw someone walking behind me, trying to catch up with me. I looked over my shoulder and realized he was actually coming for me. The Boss’ boys were still on the prowl. The Boss might have told them not to return home until I was truly dead. I started running, clutching the money bag tightly under my armpit. The thug gave chase and when I looked over my shoulder again, I realized the other two had joined him. I ran desperately because I was really exhausted. I had been running all night.
The chase had been going on for about thirty minutes now and the very early signs of dawn had started showing. I had been running and hiding and running again, hoping I would lose them again just like I had done just hours before. However, the guys saw me, just when I had left my hiding place and ran after me. I was very weak, and I was sure they were going to finally catch me because they were really closing in on me. Just then, as luck would have it, the early morning train was passing just in time. I skipped and jumped on the train just as they were about to catch me. They cursed in anger as I made faces at them. They watched with disgust and desperation as I faded into the distance.
An hour and thirty minutes later, I was in the neighbouring town with Corine in a cheap hotel she had rented for us. She seemed very excited to see me.
“Oh, my love you made it. I was so scared. Thank God.” She was excited, clinging on my body and kissing me all over my face.
“I made it, babe. The Lord was with me all the way and, your love for me kept me going. I love you so much, babe. Promise me you won’t ever leave me. Promise me we will grow old together.”
“I promise, babe.” She spoke. “I promise with all my heart. You are my one and only and even death will never separate us.”
“I love you, babe.”
“Love you, too”
The next day, we started making plans on how we would get into Cameroon. Ikom was a border town, so, it would be easy for us to get into Cameroon. However, we needed documents. We needed the right papers. We needed a passport because after we moved into Cameroon, I had planned that we stayed there only for a while before moving to South Africa.
I contacted a friend of mine who was into illegal documents, and he promised to get a passport for us in a week’s time. He said he had his contacts at the immigration and with the right amount of money, he would be able to get us authentic international passports. I was filled with joy when I received this news. I shared it with Corine, and she was equally excited. I wired the money to my friend, and he promised me that in just a week, our passports will be ready.
Corine and I hardly ever left the hotel. Even when I went out, I tried to be as inconspicuous as possible. The Boss could have sent his boys even to the neighbouring town. That was highly unlikely. However, there was no need taking unnecessary risks. We had to be alert at all times. Because we had nothing to do, we spent the day at nights banging. We banged in the hotel’s room, bath and even the balcony.
One day, after about ten days, I switched my phone on and realized that my friend had tried to call me. I had made sure that my phone was always off because I didn’t want my uncle to bother me. My plan was to go to Cameroon, then to SA, make money and someday pay my uncle’s money back with interest.
I called my friend, and he told me that the passports were ready. He said he had sent them through an agency, and I should go collect them at the park. I told Corine about the latest developments. She was happy, asked that I be careful and kissed me warmly.
I sneaked into the park, collected the package excitedly and headed back to the hotel. I knocked the door and Corine didn’t answer. I checked and the door wasn’t bolted from inside. I pushed it and got into the room. I almost jumped out of my skin at what I saw. Corine and The Boss were lying on the bed, kissing passionately.
TO BE CONTINUED
