Trapped

Chapter 15

What next step will Chris take?
What mystery is hidden?
What is that which has troubled his mind all these while?
What if this is the last chapter?
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             Settling down the suitcase on the cushion, Chris Benson glanced soberly at the stacked bundles of dollars in it. This was the greatest decision he has ever made, he had plans! Huge projects to spend the money on but now all is a nip in the bud. He wondered if he should stay and not leave his home or to go ahead with the greatest decision of his life. He had called Tinuke Damijo yesterday and she had picked the call though it took time before she did. He heard the glee in her voice as she yelped out when he Informed her of his plans to rove and drop the suitcase at the place described by the kidnappers.

        "I know what to do, " he thought to himself, picking up his wrist watch. He knew what he had to do, he had notified the DPO yesterday while the man had claimed to be by his side, giving orders that some cops would leave with him. Clearing off the tea-cups and milkshake jar, he sighed - he had managed to prepare tea for himself.

          "Cooking is hard mehn! " he mused. Severally, he made attempts; the spaghetti he prepared had much salt in it,  he still tasted dirt in the vegetables he chopped which he could swear he had washed thoroughly. He added four cubes of Maggi, no one could tell him four cubes of Maggi is much- to him, it was little for he had decided on adding 2 more at first. He gathered the teacups, placed it on the tray as he pondered and mused on how Samantha manage to cook after a tedious day. He had always loved her ideas, goals and ever un-ending daubtlessness and optimism, he knew he had the bestwoman to himself yet amidst the trust he had for her, it happened and it hurt more. He had heard stories, watched movies, acted plays and beyond his expectations, he became a victim.

           Settling the tray on the kitchen cabinet, he switched off the microwave which contain his salty spaghetti . No one could blame him, he thought;  the housemaid did everything while he was small and cafeterias and eateries were always at his service. The car beep and the police siren he heard jerked him into action .

      "That must be the cops." he muttered, hurriedly cleaned his shoes and sprayed cologne. Musa was already staging a clown performance as his chirpy and boisterous noise filled the whole house.

         He picked up the suitcase, switched off the TV as he took up his car-keys, he nearly fell off his feet when he saw her. Her blue gown was soiled while her ruffled hair had bits of dust in it, she looked pale just as one who has cried and wailed with her face placed on her friend's shoulder. The man who had approached him some weeks ago stood akimbo by her left hand side, his fiery gaze directed at him. Some cops were beside him with their badges on their chests, scrutinizing the living room. A slim boy stood, he looked unkempt but for his trousers which signified that he always make attempts to keep it clean.

        "Oh my God! Darling you are back? I can't believe this! " Chris Benson said, moving towards her. He felt dissapointed when his wife turned her back, rendering pleasantries to the cops and her friends, urging the slim boy to laze and feel at home.

         "I'm tired," Samantha announced, stifling while Tinuke appeased her, directing her to the room. Tinuke plod towards the kitchen to prepare something palatable.

           The cops had narrated to him how everything happened, how Ebube Williams saw them on the road while they stood at the checkpoint stopping cars. He pleaded, announcing that he knew where the actor's wife was and  he directed them to a place where he described as Arena. He marvelled with wonder, the cops cited that the kidnappers and some big men too were in their custody. He shook hands with the cops as they egress, the young man alongside the slim boy sat also. Leaving the living room for the master bedroom, he fixed a last glance on Tobi Bernard who sat discussing with the other guy.

           He could hear the clinking of glasses in the kitchen, he knew it was Tinuke. Her face was wet, she had towel on her neck as she just showered for he could feel her peach bathing soap scent. She sat, staring at empty space.

          " I was preparing the suitcase to go to the place described and drop the ransom. " said Chris Benson, showing her the suitcase.

          "You were......??" Samantha stuttered.

        "Yes, I was... I knew I've messed up big time, I'm sorry but I couldn't help it! I was frustrated and hurt... The pains I felt, " Chris added.

           "The pains you felt! I spent three weeks there, I barely ate. I'm pale,i couldn't bath as I should. I ate just once a day, I was terrified and tortured. Chris, you care so much about your money than you do to me! "

          "You shouldn't say that, the blame is all on you. Do you know how it feels to be hurt to the extent that you can't sleep in peace!"

            "What do you mean? I, being mistreated by you is disheartening but being kidnapped and having you utter and do nothing to rescue me! Chris, what have i done to deserve this? " Samantha muttered in tears.

            "What have you done? Sammie!"

           "Yes.....? "

          Moving towards the wardrobe in their room, he picked up a crumpled paper from one of his trousers dropping it on the bed, moving to and fro. Samantha popped back as she felt pains in her chest, her gaze fixed on the note. It was the note! Three years ago, Francis was never serious with they, getting married. As reminisces flooded her mind, she wept. He was the raunchy type and it was the document she signed and receipt she received while she aborted the pregnancy she had. She had aborted thrice for him, she had plans! the last one nearly claimed her life as she wept terribly while the physician had told her her womb was ruptured and she had slim chance. She was reckless with documents and she wasn't surprised Chris found it but how long has he known?

         "You ruined everything! Why couldn't you let me know, why are you this secretive! " Chris asked, fuming.

        "Cause I knew you would leave. You never will agree to marry me, I could see how you face shone. How you talked about plans and we, having kids. I couldn't let you know, I'm sorry! I am, Chris." Samantha said in tears, on kneels as she held his legs.

          "You ruined everything! Our dreams and plans, all these while I thought I had issues. Now I know why you always decline going for tests with me, you did ruin everything! "

           "I'm sorry, he was the raunchy type, he convinced me and left the tryst I had for him in shatters, he declined being the father of the unborn kid . It would have ruined my dreams and goals.. I'm sorry..... " Samantha pleaded.

         Chris stood enraged, he wasn't sure if he was to accept the apologies or to leave the room and resort to a bar joint to drink away his sorrow . He stared at the woman of his dreams as she knelt, crying; her hands still circling his legs. He could feel her pain yet he wondered if it exceed the one he had felt for months. Glancing at the crumpled note on the duvet amidst her tears and the dolour which had encircle them, he stormed out of the bedroom.

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