Banky

Chapter 13

Banky’s POV: “Have you thought about it?” Toby’s said over the phone. “Yes and I’m still thinking about” I answered and Toby groaned which made me laugh “tell you what, I’ll tell you when I done with what I’m doing right now” I answered before ending the call. I can’t take the smell of this place anymore, it’s funny some places in this world can be identified by the air; hospitals, kitchen, dumpster. I walked back to the room where my friend was lying still and unconscious with life support “get well soon Tito, it’s hurts me seeing you like this” 

Bukky texted Florence in the Uber

‘hi’

Florence texted back after a few seconds

‘hey, I had a flat battery last night but this morning I woke up to messages from Toby asking about your address, something about you sleeping off in his car last night?’

‘yes, I did. He had to take home last night’ Bukky tested back immediately

‘oh did something happen?’ Florence asked

‘no I don’t think so’ Bukky answered

‘did you meet his mum?’ Florence asked almost immediately

‘yes, she was beautiful and very nice, which makes it difficult that her son might be a killer’ Bukky frowned as she sent her reply.

‘I told you that getting close to Toby was a bad idea, see you’re having mixed feelings’ Florence pointed out.

‘I know, how far about the police report? I’m tired of waiting!’ Bukky asked because her next step depended on it

‘these things take time but my source promised that we will get it by next week’ Florence explained

‘that’s if I survive till next week’

‘are you’re in trouble?’

‘I have to get home to be sure about that’

‘okay, good luck’

‘thanks’ Bukky texted back.

It turned out that Bumola didn’t notice Bukky wasn’t at home the previous night so Bukky didn’t have to worry about being shifted off to boarding school.

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On Monday, Florence was rushing to the school assembly when she was stooped on the way by Michael, she raised her one of her eyebrow and Michael drew her to the nearest class, he closed the door when he was sure they were alone.

“Good morning Florence” Michael greeted her politely

“It doesn’t seem so” Florence answered while trying hard to keep her cool

“I’m sorry if my approach is bad but it is necessary” Michael confessed as he used his handkerchief to clean a chair “Sit” he commanded

“I’m okay” Florence would rather stand “What do you want?”

“I want to know why you’re looking for Banky’s police report” Michael told her in a low voice which only the two of them could hear as he sat on the chair Florence rejected

“What does that have to do with you? And how did you know?” Florence asked him

“How do I know?” Michael asked a little bit surprised “Florence, my father controls the ministry of justice and I don’t need to explain to you. And to answered your first question Florence what it has to with me is what it has to do with you. Why you’re doing this?” Michael asked as he stood up