Mirage - Episode 3

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Minerva This stranger keep staring at me when I need him to move fast. I don't want to go with those guys dad sent to get me. I wonder how dad knew I was coming back to the country. He must have had someone watching me in Canada. He must be wondering why I finally wanted to come back home after insisting on studying abroad ever since mom died five years ago. I can't really remember the details of that day but I always have panic attacks when i try to think about it.

That house give me the creeps and my doctor said it must have something to do with the memory of that day . The only thing I remember is that I was alone with my mom that fateful day and I think there was a man. I remember mom asking me to hide under the bed and that's where I draw a blank. The only reason am back here is because of the cryptic message I got last week.

I KNOW WHO KILLED YOUR MOM. I CAN TELL YOU ALL ABOUT IT WHEN YOU GET BACK TO NIGERIA.

That was enough reason for me to suppress my instincts of not coming back. I need to know what happened that fateful day because it changed me. Ever since that day I have several phobias. I have been trying to get over them even learning krav maga and judo just to feel safe. The most frustrating is my fear of being touched

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. That's the reason I threw this guy at the airport. When he touched me, I just freaked out from the electricity buzzing between our skins. Just weird.

"Umm excuse me"

I hear the stranger say and I snap back from memory lane. I don't turn to look at him though. I don't want to be recognized. What would people think when they see chief badmus' daughter wearing a hoodie and baggy boy Jeans. Certainly not good press for dad. My eyes clock a figure coming towards the car and I panic when I see it's one of the guys dad sent. I quickly turn and grab the lapels of the stranger's shirt and press my lips to his. I feel him go stiff but I just pray in my mind that this contact doesn't make me freak out and blow my cover.

Hopefully, my security detail will get embarrassed by the public display of affection and walk away. I see the body guard divert his eyes as he sees us and move away. I heave a sigh of relief. That was close. I am about to pull away from the stranger when his tongue brush my lips. An involuntary shiver run through me and I mo-n. This gives him the opening to slip that damn tongue into my mouth and that's when I lose all sense of reasoning. This guy kiss me senseless and even though its my first kiss in five years, I still know a great kisser when he's kissing me.

A knock on the car's window startle me and I jump back. The stranger turn back to see an airport security man frowning down at him.

"You are blocking other cars. You need to move your car"

the airport security man scold him. I just look out the window embarrassed and also exhilarated. I not only let someone touch me, I let him kiss me and I loved it. "Am sorry. We are leaving now." I hear the stranger say before he start the engine again. We zoom out of the airport and am happy that I got away from my dad's people. "You can drop me off here. I'll just take a cab" Isay after few minutes. "This place is so lonely. My mom trained me to be a gentle man so my conscience won't let me rest until I see that you get home safely." The stranger answers. "Umm i'll be fine. Just drop me off here" I insist but I just hear my door click shut. Am beginning to panic.

I hate being in a closed place. That's another of my phobia. My breathing is getting heavier and I think am gonna pass out. "Please stop the car" I breathe out "Am not___oh my God. are you okay? You are clenching the seatbelt so tight your hands are turning red." The stranger says and I shake my head continuously. The car swerve off the road and come to a sudden halt. I hear the car door open and the stranger get out. He's opening my door in seconds. "Wait!" I yell. He stops short and I quickly zip my sweat shirt up to my nose to conceal my face. I slip out of the car and breath in fresh air. I join him and sit in the bonnet of his car. Air starts to return back to my lungs.

"Thank you"

I say to the stranger who is looking at me strangely. "Why do you have to cover your face?" he ask. "Umm well I don't want you to see my face" I say. My left eye is twitching like crazy. That always happen when I lie. "So why don't you want me to see your face? Are you ugly?" He teases and I steal his idea. "Yea. Really really ugly. With a nasty scar. You don't want to see it. It will turn your tummy." I say and he narrow his eyes at me. Now that am looking at him I see that his eyes aren't black. They are like chocolate. What a weird eye color for a Nigerian. "Just take it off. Come on. I Won't laugh. Promise. Scout honor" he says raising his hand up. "Where you ever a scout?" I ask and he laughs. "Not really" he answers and grin. My belly do a little flip. Dimples. Not just one but two awesome dimples. I have always been a sucker for dimples. I feel his hand on my face and i go a bit stiff. He carress my cheek bones and i feel my self relaxing into his touch. "Can you atleast tell me your name?" I hear him say "Umm sure" I hear myself answering. What?! What am I saying. My voice is a bit muffled because of my sweatshirt so am hoping he didn't hear me. "So.." he says waiting for my name. I can't give him my real name. "Corolla" I say. My eyes are twitching like crazy. It always does that when i lie. Why did i even use corolla. That's the first name that comes to mind probably because that's the name of his car. "So corolla, why were those men after you?" he asks and i know it's time to bolt. "Oh! look at the time. I have to get home now" i say while peering down at my watch which is still canada time but he doesbt know that. I hurry into his car and shut the door. I can hear him chuckling but I pay him no attention. I will let him drive for a while then tell him to drop me off at any house then i can take a cab home. I have some naira notes in my purse. I slip my hand into my hoodie's pocket but come up empty. Where is my purse? No no no How do i get home now? "So, yout address"the stranger ask and I reluctantly give him my dad's address. Fifteen minutes later and hes pulling off in front of dad's gate. "Nice house" he says and I nod frantically while trying to get the seatbelt off. "Well my boss is a rich man" I say and run out of the car as soon as i get the seat belt off.

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. I hurry to the gate and am about to press the intercom when I remember what am wearing. Dad's gonna freak out. Hes already worried about my mental health. I cant let him see me like this. I turn back to see the corolla still parked there. Hes probably waiting for me to go in before he leaves. Too bad because my luggage is with thise guys dad sent so i have to sneak into the house. Hopefully, i can find something to wear. I walk to the corner of the house then scale the tall walls. I maneuver my way up and In minutes, am inside the compound and sneaking into the house.

So so sorry for the delay guys. I promise to be regular from now on I am already in love with this story So sit back and enjoy the ride.

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