Ultimate Sacrifice - Episode 17

 

Becka

Hazel walked into the library whilst Becka followed. There was just a small bit they had to finish. Hazel started dusting one of the remaining shelves on the left side of the library while Becka dis-appeared into the other room on the right to bring out a box of new books that had just arrived. She tried lifting the box but it was too heavy she tried another and again it was too heavy.

“Hazel i need some help in here.” She shouted at her cousin.

She waited for a minute and could hear her approaching.

“The books are so heavy thought i could manage them alone.” She commented loudly.

Kim’s head appeared and she froze in fright.

“What are you doing here?” She asked after she got her tongue back.

“Are you here to finish the job?”

Kim spoke softly.

“I am the new librarian.”

“You say what now?” Becka asked in disbelief.

“I am the new librarian, am sorry about what happened earlier last week.”

Becka didn’t know how to react . Antonina’s boyfriend who had tried to strangle her was now the new librarian. This couldn’t be a coincidence

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. He must be angling at something.

“I could have died, Kim.”

“Yeah i know and there is not a single day that i go to bed without thinking about that. I truly am sorry.”

“I don’t know what you want me to say, am sorry too.” Becka swallowed hard

“I want you to say nothing, except for the truth.”

Their eyes interlocked for a while.

“Guys we got work to do.” Hazel called out.

Kim caught one side of the box and Becka caught the other. 

*******

A week later

Becka stood by the phone debating whether to call her mother’s cell phone or not. She had her pride to keep.

“Sweet heart are you going to call or not?” Someone shouted from the back.

“Just a moment.” She feebly replied.

It had been a week since she last saw her mum or even talked to her.  She knew her mum would not come until she felt she was forgiven or if she got an assurance that they would talk on even grounds. She stood there one hand on the dialer and the other on the receiver. She dialed the number again but immediately placed down the receiver when the call went through.

She heard grumbling from the back. She dialed again and picked the receiver.

“If you don’t have someone to call, some of us have, murderer.” 

Becka felt a boiling sensation inside. She heard her mum’s voice at the end of the receiver.

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. Did someone just call her a murderer? Replacing the receiver she made her way towards Molly who made the comment.

“What did you just say?” Her demeanor had completely changed, anger written clearly on the new shade she was wearing.

“Am not the one who murdered my friend, probably the reason no one wants anything to do with you.”

Before she could add another word Becka grabbed a dusting stick that had been left in the room by the cleaners. The other girls started screaming some in fright others as a cheer on. Molly tried to fight back but could not match the amount of energy anger pumped into Becka. She beat her senselessly and when she came to her senses Molly had lost her consciousness.

“What did I tell you about anger?” She had her mum’s voice in her head,

“The discretion of a man makes him slow to anger and his glory is to overlook transgression. Proverbs 19:11.”

What had she done?

Molly was taken to the infirmary while Becka was led away to the dark room.  Becka knew what would follow. A lot of flogging and isolation. The pain would be unbearable and the isolation would drive her crazy. She had to do something before getting punished.

She started screaming Antonina’s name.

“Tony I didn’t kill you, you know that stop haunting me.”

With that she broke into a long delirious laughter.

Even King David pretended to be mad in-front of the enemy king and he was let to pass without his life being taken because they thought he was a mad man.

“Guards can’t you see her behind you?” 

The guards looked at her determined, they were not buying her act. She forcedly unwind herself from the female guard who was holding her. The guard pursued and as she dodged to avoid being caught, she slipped and hit her head on the concrete. A piece of iron sheet was hanging loosely cut her neck in the process.

Becka squealed in pain then darkness.

AUTHOR’S NOTE

STAY TUNED,

TODA