Death's Game - Episode 6

 

Previously on Death's game

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"Aren't you happy you ate out with me?" I wiggled my eyebrow jumping on the front porch suddenly losing my footing but Derick was at my side before I hit the floor. He held me by the waist, my body pressed against his in perfection as he stared into my eyes. My breathe got caught in my lungs as his green round forest of an eye held me captive and then he moved in on me making my eyes close slowly.

Double shit, Derick was going to kiss me and I was going to let him, and enjoy it.
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OMG.. . why were his lips taking so long to meet mine? I slowly opened my eyes to find him smiling down at me. He was perfect and I felt like a douche.

"What were you expecting?" He smirked.

"Nothing," I was fidgeting. "It's not like I was thinking you were going to kiss me." Shit. He laughed.

"You amaze me," he smiled but like the afternoon drifting into evening, his smile faded and was replaced by steely cold eyes. Then he walked away without even a goodbye.
What did I do wrong now? I got into the house every bit embarrassed at what had happened as it kept replaying in my head. Why didn't he kiss me?
Thank heavens he didn't.
Did I look so horrible?
I couldn't even stick to one statement in my head

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. Then out of the corner of my eye I saw a knife fly my way and now I thought what the hell! I ducked early as the knife flew past me and dug into the door, the exact position were my head had been.

I was wondering when something like that would happen.

You are enjoying yourself too much. I do not like it. Death's voice rang in my head.

Well at least one of your pawn isn't feeling it. Pain radiated through me.

But not enough. He vanished.

I went to the fridge when I was certain Death's presence was no more, just in case he wanted to trap me in the fridge. Really Mil, that's the best excuse you could come up with.
The fridge was empty, all I could find was lime, a few sticks of asparagus, a slice of cake and a juice box. I poured myself a glass of juice and decided to eat the cake later in the evening before I went shopping. I sipped the juice till I heard the front door open, and I slowly spun towards the door where mum was walking in. I was a little shocked that I wasn't afraid, then it clicked; who could be scarier than death and not be afraid of me. I was top in my kick boxing class.

"Mum!" I ran to meet her. "How are you?" I held her head in my hands, checking for any sign of bruising.

"Darling, are you okay?" She laughed and I slowly removed my hands.

"I guess," I shrugged. "So how is dad, tell me he's better," my enthusiasm returned.

She smiled, "He should be back soon. The doctor said he's getting better but I will be going back. So how has the past few days been?"

"Alright. Spent it with a friend."

"Michelle?" I had not told her, my face contorting in obvious disgust. "Not quite it seems. Aren't you guys best friends?" She pinched my cheeks.

"We aren't," I stated.

"You brought Tom home?" She looked horrified. "Not like he isn't responsible. I like him." She moved towards the counter and placed the groceries. I was so preoccupied by her health I didn't see the bags. Well I guess no more shopping. "How is he anyway?" She turned to face me. It took everything I had not to break something.

"Tom is not my boyfriend," I mumbled. Her eyes widened.

"Darling why? You guys were so good together." Once upon a time I thought that. She made a pouty face, kissing the air.

"Mum quit that." I rolled my eyes.

"How did all this happen without your father and I knowing? Do children these days just quit on something?" she spoke to herself, moving forward to meet me.

"So what happened?" 

"Don't want to discuss it"

"Why"

"Because it's my problem!"
I moved away from her towards my room, fuming at the unwanted memory. "Send my love to Dad, I will come visit soon."

Knock knock

Please tell me I wasn't having deja vu again. I had relived it twice and I was not sure now was a good time.

"Can I come in?" her voice sounded almost pleading.

"Come in mum, but if you're gonna ask me about Tom and Michelle, tough luck." I continued dressing barbie on my phone.
There was a pause before the door clicked open.
"Darling?"

"Yes?" I didn't look up from my phone

"Did Michelle and Tom hook up?" I froze. So she did her homework when it wasn't needed. She moved towards the bed where I laid, less interested in Barbie now.

"How could they?" I still didn't speak, I just stayed frozen hoping she wouldn't come closer.

"I'm so sorry." She held me.

"About what?" I wanted to be angry, but I failed miserably as my voice broke. "What are you sorry for?" I found myself repeating as I laid on her chest sobbing, feeling pathetic, reliving that day in the toilet stalls. How could they? I sobbed some more, finally relaxing to the sound of Mum humming.

"They don't deserve you and you don't need them." She pulled me away from her chest and a small smile painted her lips.

"So who is this new friend, so I can drill the 'do not mess with my daughter or I will go hunting for blood' message?" That made me smile. Mum with a gun, I would love to see that happen.

"I'm not telling," I said.

"So it's a boy?"

"Never said that."

"Oh. You think you can get away from my question?" She grabbed me by the waist, pushed me down to the bed and started her assault. I was so sensitive and she was poking and tickling my sides.

"I give, I give!" I laughed, my eyes watered. "His name is Derick," I giggled and she smiled.

"You see, you can't hide anything from Mama and the name sounds familiar."

"Mum there are plenty Dericks in the world."

"I know but," she thought and looked at me, "Is he tall, six foot something, has green eyes and handsome?" I stared in disbelief. First because that description was so vague and even if she spoke about the Derick I knew, she just called him handsome.

"So how did you meet this Derick?" I asked carefully, like she could jump out of her skin and scream 'punked!'.

"In the hospital. He helped me carry some things and comforted me when I was crying like a child." She shook her head like she couldn't believe it either. "And he offered me flowers for your dad."

"Definitely a wrong Derick then," I said. Except that the day my mum cried was the day I found out my dad had a lung failure in the hospital.

"Plus he had a scar on his wrist. I wonder what caused it."

OK. Summary of what I heard. Derick was handsome, sweet, and had a scar. So unbelievable. Well I was yet to see the scar.

"Anyway darling, I came back to get some things for your dad. Hope you'll be alright?" She touched my cheek, seeking permission.

"Sure," I placed a kiss on her cheek and she got up to leave.

"Cook for yourself something hygienic and not juice," she scolded.

Knife on door! I totally forgot. "Mum, just so you know there is a knife on the door. I was playing target practice." I tried a sorry smile before she left. I slapped my forehead. How would I have forgotten.

Alone in the house, I was scrubbing, cleaning and actually cooking for myself. I was such a glutton, especially when I cooked, and I wondered why I had not gotten fat yet. I ate my pasta, drowned myself in music and alcoholic wine.

Read " Eve " by the same author ( Amy Maduka )

. I was eighteen, it was something I could indulge in before death decided to bother me.

I have a game for you to play. He laughed maniacally and I had not even finished the wine yet.

"I wonder what it is," I replied nonchalantly and pain entangled my body.

I am so happy and thrilled, do not spoil it. I want you to kill a pair and if you don't, he moved to answer my unspoken question. I will make your parents suffer, not kill them, but they will wish they were dead. I was on full alert now. I had never killed anyone before, but I was considering it since my parents were involved.

"And who are they?" I was hoping I didn't know them, they didn't have children, and they radiated evil. I wasn't even sure of who I wanted and didn't want to kill but all I knew was that I couldn't handle killing an innocent person. Not that killing was ever on my agenda.

Just then two pictures flooded my mind. A boy and a girl, and I was blaming it on the alcohol. It had to be a sick joke, even as delight coursed through my body. Suddenly my phone buzzed. I peeped at the blinking screen of a pink cat. It was a message from Derick and I could feel Death's cold smiled caressing my body, raising goosebumps on my flesh as I read the message slowly and carefully, not missing a letter or word.
 

Tom and Michelle are dead. D