"I know I should have killed him when I had the chance.
I met Femi when I was in my second year in the university. I had never seen a man so beautiful and pleasant. All my efforts to get close to him were in vain until one day he was in need of a tutor and I volunteered. That way, I would get to spend more time with him. I tutored him four times a week and those were the best part of my second year. Well, that and when I spent time gulping ice cream with my best friend, Amina. It was our favorite thing to do together.
Femi was two years ahead of me in school, so he was impressed of how well I could teach him courses I hadn't even taken. That's me for you; the girl with the smart brains. As time went by, I fell harder for him. He never even noticed that I was crazy about him, or if he did, he never took it seriously. I began to spend all my time with him, repelling all other male interests, hoping one day, he'd realize how crazy he was about me too. Then the unthinkable happened, he had a new woman in his life, Jemima. My little world fell apart. Not only was I heartbroken, I also felt very stupid for being heartbroken by someone who saw me no more than a tutor. Jemima, on the other hand, he saw differently. She was quite a girl. No brains, but a shape to tempt a saint. I hated her guts and the fact that I had to see her often because she was in my class, my course mate.
With time, I gradually withdrew from Femi for the sake of my sanity, while he and Jemima waxed even stronger. Everyone knew about them and things were great with them until, one day, Jemima was found dead and abandoned in an empty unfinished building. I felt ashamed of hating her in the past. Femi was devastated, how could he not be? I felt terrible for him, especially since rumors began to come up about his ex girlfriend before Jemima, she had also been found dead somewhere when he was in his second year. I could only imagine what he was going through.
How could someone bear the pain of loosing two girlfriends to death in no more than two years. I started to see less and less of Femi, until I heard one day that he had moved to the UK to study.
Years went by and I had graduated top of my class, I was now working in a big firm with a very sizable salary. I was working hard to get promoted to the general manager, and closing a deal with the biggest pharmaceutical company in the country was going to make my chances higher. A meeting to pitch to the man in charge was set and I was prepared to kill it. On the D-Day, the rest of us were in the conference room waiting for the "Oga" who was running late, and just then he walked in and my mouth fell agape. "Femi?" I blurted out. I was so loud that everyone in the room, Including him, looked in my direction. He smiled at me, apologized for being late and asked that we start immediately because he had to be in another meeting in an hour. I smiled back and proceeded to make my presentation. After the presentation, everyone left the room except he and I. He told me how good I was and that he was confident his board would back him to take my company's deal. He gave me his card, asked that I call so we could catch up, then he left in a hurry. I held the card, watching his wide beautiful back as he left, happy that he wanted to catch up.
Two weeks later, Femi had finally cleared his schedule to see me. We were at a restaurant, a reputable one. We spoke about the death of his ex girlfriend and how it affected him. I was instantly hurt to see the man I once cared deeply for, so hurt, I just wanted to hug him. We spoke of our lives after school. He told me about life in the UK, about coming back to take over his father's company. And I told him what a mess the country had become, the tragedies we were constantly facing. We spoke about other personal stuff too. The conversation felt so good. Everything was perfect. Months went by, and our friendship became stronger. For me, new feelings began to come up again and I wasn't sure what to do with them. Back in school, I was a child, a child too shy that I couldn't tell Femi how I felt, but I wasn't going to let it happen again. This time, I was going to get the man I wanted and I had the perfect day to do it. The deal with Femi's company had gone great and my bosses were impressed. So impressed that I was announced the new general manager at my firm. After work, I got a bottle of expensive wine and headed to Femi's house. He didn't know I was coming, it was a surprise. The plan was to celebrate with him, then declare my love for him. His gate man allowed me in without calling Femi because he was already used to seeing me there, and I tipped him a lot. When I got to the door, it was surprisingly open and that was unlike Femi, but I proceeded to enter. Nothing would have prepared me for the next thing I saw. Femi was standing over a woman covered in her blood, lifeless. She was dead. "What have you done?", I asked softly. A startled Femi turned to my direction. He had been so invested in the situation that he didn't hear me come in. "It's not what you think", he tried to explain "I came into the house and I found her here, covered in blood". I froze, then spoke. "Do you know her?" I asked. "Yes", he replied softly. "Then what do you mean you came into the house and found her like this?" Then I noticed the knife on the floor beside her. "Femi, that is a knife covered in blood. She clearly didn't slip, she was stabbed. You better start talking or I'm calling the police". "Please, don't", he tried to move close to me.
"Not a step closer", I yelled.
"I didn't do this, you have to believe me. I didn't do this", he tried to reassure me, then he sank into the couch and broke down in tears.
My heart broke seeing him that way. There was no way he could have done this, not this man that I loved. And then it dawned on me, I was going to help him. If I helped him out of this situation, I was going to have his love and trust forever. This was my chance to earn both. So I dropped everything I was holding, went to him, sat beside him and whispered softly "I believe you". He looked at me in shock "You do?". "Yes" I replied. I could see the comfort in his eyes and for the first time ever, this man looked at me with love. I had finally won him and I didn't care that it took someone's death. I reassured him that his secret was safe with me and he believed me. Moments later, I sent the gate man on an errand that would take hours to complete, so to buy us time. Femi and I wrapped the body in bedsheets and dumped it in his car trunk. We wiped the floor very clean of her blood and in no time, it was as though nothing had happened on that floor. Later that night, we drove to a far location and dumped the body there.
When we got back to his place, we were both exhausted and we sank into the couch. Femi placed his hands on my face and whispered "I owe you my life". Then he kissed me deeply... Femi placed his hands on my face and whispered "I owe you my life". Then he kissed me deeply. I kissed back, desperately. I had wanted the night to go this way, but I hadn't thought it actually would. And the kiss? It was perfect.
"How have I never noticed how beautiful you are?" he said, when the kiss broke. "I mean, don't get me wrong, you're a beautiful woman, but it's just so different today. Today, I just want to rip your clothes off". He paused as though he was expecting a response and when I didn't give any, he continued. "I'm sorry, do you not want this?" Was he joking? Of course I wanted this. I had been waiting for this my entire life and I was not about to ruin it. I leaned forward and kissed him, this time, deeper. He understood the confirmation, so he kissed back. He held my neck with one hand,so firm yet, gentle. His other hand brushed my breasts lightly and he didn't continue, but I directed that hand back. He chuckled in my mouth, he knew now that I was desperate for his touch. His lips continued pressing my trembling lips apart with a slow, sweet, relentless pressure. I felt the intimacy of it right through my body. It made feelings stir deep inside me that I'd never felt. These feelings were beyond Love. He took my hands and made me unbutton his shirt, took off his vest and spread my hands on his bare, cool chest, teaching me wordlessly how to touch him, how to caress and arouse him. When I had learnt what he taught, he moved his hand slowly, down my dress to my thighs. I parted my legs to give him access, but he whispered with a voice I didn't recognize "No, keep those legs very tight for me. Close them up". So I did. He struggled to shove a finger in, then two, maybe three and shot deep. I parted my legs again, involuntarily. "Keep them tight", he reminded me. I obeyed. His fingers shot deeper and faster. I moaned. He slowly curved them inside me, circled them inside me as if to scoop, then he took them out and licked the juices off his fingers with his tongue. "You taste so good". I smiled. He looked me directly in the eyes, so long it sent a shiver through my body. I could feel the change in his breathing, in the dominating way he drew me closer, possessively wrapping his arms around me. "Why did you stop?" I muttered. He smiled, cockily, then began to run a finger from my face down my cleavage. I closed my eyes as I felt a dozen new little flames lick at my consciousness, reawakening a desire almost more tensed than before. His touch was so exquisite. My mind was racing and so was my heart. "Let's go have a bath together", he ordered. I nodded immediately, shamelessly. He stood up first and before I could too, he flung me on his shoulders as though I weighed nothing. "What are you doing?" I asked, laughing."You shouldn't walk upstairs by yourself. You're exhausted", he replied. "We both are", I argued, as he jogged the stairs. "Yes, but I'm the man". Those words did something to me I could never explain. This man was everything.
Upstairs, he took off what was left of his outfit and I took off my dress. "Goodness gracious!", he exclaimed, and moved to me abruptly. "How are you this beautiful?" He asked, sincerely. "We came upstairs to shower", I reminded him. "Shut up and kiss me", he whispered roughly. Again, I obeyed. We led each other to the bed. On the bed, his legs insinuated mine, pressing warm flesh against warm flesh. I began to feel a tingling fire surge through my body, my legs began to tremble. "You're trembling", he said. I wanted to tell him that he was intoxicating me, rendering me helpless, devouring my senses, but I didn't. Instead, I smiled. "Stop teasing me" I pleaded. Immediately, he flipped me on my stomach, almost harshly. I attempted to lift my buttocks high but he held me back down. "Stay put" he whispered. Then he laid on my back, not resting, just laying, and slid his penis inside me, slowly. "Ahhhhh" I gasped. Slow and steady, he began to thrust. I could feel every thrust, my breath came in sobs. Femi was moving behind me, taking me, his hands kneading my breasts, lighting up everywhere he touched, even my legs where his thighs were pinning them down, my back where his chest rubbed against. He kept thrusting, picking up the pace, going harder and faster. Slamming into me. I thrust back, impatiently. Perfect rhythm. I felt everything overwhelming me, I could have cried. Then with a suddenness that left me hanging, he pulled away. "It's time for that shower", he said. "Femi! What is wrong with you?", I protested. "Calm down young woman, we have the whole night. And if the night isn't enough, we have tomorrow and the day after that". His words reassured me. He wasn't just about having sex that night, he wanted this to continue on other days too. The thought of that made me happy. "Come on, get your lazy ass up", he said and walked into the bathroom. I followed almost immediately but I stood at the door watching him. He paused and stared aimlessly. "Are you Okay?" I asked. "Yeah, sure. I was just wondering, you know, does it bother you that we're having sex right now? I mean, we just dumped a corpse. Personally, I'm not thinking about it and that really worries me. Tonight, I just want to make love to you. Does that bother you?". I shook my head momentarily. "I mean, it does make me guilty, don't you think? I know you said you believe me, but still...". He looked worried, so I attempted to reassure him. "I believe you Femi. I do. If you say you didn't kill Mirabel, then I believe you didn't. Now let me get in there so you can show me more things" I made to move inside but his next question halted me. "What did you say?" He asked. "I said I believe...". "No, no that", he cut in. "I heard that part. You said Mirabel. I never even told you her name yet" he said, shocked. "Yes, you did" I lied. "No, I did not", he replied, sternly. It was at that moment I knew I had messed up. Like an Olympic Gold medalist, I swiped my dress from the bed, ran out the bedroom and locked him in. He got to the door almost immediately and started banging the door "Open this door!" He yelled. "I'm sorry, I can't do that", I said, tears filling up my eyes. "Tell me at least how you knew her name was Mirabel", he pleaded. "I'm sorry, Femi. Everything I did , I did for you" I said between sobs, putting on my dress. I had to leave. There was no other way. Femi was a smart man, he'd catch me in more lies. I just had to leave. "Open the door and let's talk about this", he said softly. "Goodbye, Femi". As I walked away, I heard him banging the door in the distance. My heart broke.
You see, I haven't been completely honest with my story. Seeing Jemima and Femi years ago broke my little world to pieces and I couldn't stand it. I tired, I promise. I had lured her to an unfinished building after making her believe Femi had a surprise planned out for her, and she came to me without question. Like I said before, she had no brains. Stupid girl. She made it so easy, killing her wasn't near as hard as it was killing Mirabel.
Unlike what he believed, meeting Femi again long after school wasn't a coincidence. I knew it was his father's company. I,in fact,was the one that suggested closing a deal with them to my bosses. Back in school, I was a child, so innocent that I hadn't thought my plan through properly. Killing Jemima didn't bring me closer to Femi, it only kept us apart because, well, the UK happened. This time, I was determined to get it right and I almost did. From my findings, Mirabel was a very close friend of Femi's and had been trying tiredlessly to keep him to herself. How dare she? After everything I had sacrificed to get here? She needed to go.
"Madam e don do. She has to get ready for her execution", The prison guard called out to the journalist that had been interviewing me. She had connections and she had gotten a last minute opening to listen to my story , even on video. A story I gave willingly. "We're almost done, Sir" The journalist pleaded with the guard.
"Five minutes!", he yelled. "How did you kill Mirabel?" She asked, turning back to me. I continued telling my story. Poverty is a tool and that tool was Femi's gateman. You'd be surprised at the distance people are willing to go for small change. People are monsters out there. Can you blame them though? The country is a mess.
I left town after I left Femi's house. I thought to get him assassinated, but how could I? I loved him. I had hoped he would return the favor I had done him when I believed he didn't kill Mirabel, that he'd protect me the way I protected him, but human beings are ungrateful. Femi used all the connections he had to find me and get me arrested. After everything I had done for him. I lost my innocence for that man, soiled my hands just to be with him and what did I get in return? Bloody ingrate!
Now that I think about it, no one deserves that kind of love, no one can handle that kind of love. Human beings are too limited for their own good. The world can never be a better place unless people love the way I do, the way I did. Femi was limited too and he would have never understood my kind of love, and now, I know I should have killed him when I had the chance.
"Did you kill his girlfriend before Jemima?" The journalist asked. "How dare you?!" I spat. "No, I did not kill her. I am not a monster. I was just a girl in love". The journalist gave me a confused look. Of course she would. Like I said, humans know nothing about anything. Clueless creatures. "You didn't put up a fight. You confessed willingly to everything. Why?". What was she yapping about? There was no fight left in me. I had lost the only man that meant the world to me. What was I to fight for again? My life? What is life without someone you can do anything for, even kill for. "Madam journalist, I'm exhausted. I don't want to be too tired to die". I said, almost faint. She paused and shot a pitiful look at me.
Why did she pity me? Pity are for people that have regrets. I have none. She then asked me to look directly into the camera and say my name.
"My name is Chisom and today is the day I die".
THE END." - @Kharacterr
