‘HE FOLLOWED ME TO THE INSIDES’

BY : KEN N SPERANZA

‘HE FOLLOWED ME TO THE INSIDES’

‘What is the guy upto?’

‘He has been following me since I got out of school’ Sherry said to herself.

SHE REFUTED TO BOARD A TAXI

She refuted boarding to hire a taxi to take her home and she is regretting now. A tall hooded man has been following her close behind. He takes every corner she takes; he increases and lowers his speed as sherry does.

Sherry was a university girl pursuing Linguistics at undergraduate level.  She had heard stories and seen ladies followed by weird looking guys and the worst could be heard of them later. She had a tight mini-skirt and a top complement with red heels and that jungle jacket covering her upper part of the body.

HE FOLLOWED HER STEALTHY STEP BY STEP MAKING SURE HER CALCULATED HER MOVES

She continued talking to herself,

‘Is this guy following me because he has seen my legs or what?’ she walked fast as she pulled down her skirt to cover her upper part of the legs but could not make it. It was too short and the man was not stopping. It was getting dark. Seven o’clock was almost hitting. The sun had already being submerged to the west and those dark clouds had already started to colonize the entire sky. She had golden- coated earrings too. She removed them hurriedly and kept them in her purse. She got hold of her phone and dialed a call to her mum.

SHE HAD ADORNED RED HEELS THAT FATEFUL DAY

‘’….leave a message…’’

She got angry and reshuffled the phone back to her purse.  The man kept following her as if scrutinizing what she was upto. 

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HURRIEDLY WALKING PASSED THE STREETS

 

 

Her estate was about 2 kilometers away from where she was. It was all lighted because it was still in the streets of the vast town. Her heart was beating and her breathe got louder and louder as she proceeded. She was now fully aware that this man was following her until her last destination. She removed her heels and held them with her right hand. Her left hand held the purse. Her backpack was on her back. She started running following the main road rather than the usual shortcuts to home. She feared being easily attacked in those dark tunnel-short-cut to her home.

She approached the main road back to her estate. She was all alone on that path. Few personal cars were on the road at the moment because most people had already got home. Sherry also could not accept any joy rides from car drivers. She had heard many shocking stories from them. She held her skirt at the thighs while running.

THE ROAD WAS DARK, LONELY AND THE KIND THAT THAT WOULD SCARE THE HELL OUT OF SHERRY

 

Just when she was almost getting to the last corner to arrive at the estate, she noticed the guy following her had started running towards her. His hood was getting off and on every time he took a stride. Sherry told herself that she could not manage to escape this man’s long strides. There was a building by the road; its stonewalls bared offending streaks of urine and mucus as well as graffiti on all manner of subjects.  She ran to the nearest open joint she saw operating at the moment. She got inside the open place and before she noticed, she was inside a club. Funny looking exhausted men and women were dancing and boozing to their last.  She looked around to see of any safe place she would run into. She could not see any. Looking at the window, she saw the man standing by the side of the road. He was tall looking and white-skinned although she did not see his eyes due to the hood.

THE HOODED GUY KEPT AN EYE ON HER AS HE HASTENED HIS STEPS TOWARDS HER

She took a look at the bartender.  She gazed at him for a moment and concluded that he was a cute, chocolate, innocent-looking young guy who seemed to accommodate her. He seemed to be in his mid-twenties. She walked towards the front and took a seat at a certain very long stool. She gazed at him as he did the work for while fidgeting. After the guy was through giving the orders, he looked at her.

‘Which is your poison?’ he asked as he showed her a variety of drinks by putting them on the table.

‘Whiskey?’ he continued. ‘by the way, you seem to be a student; how comes you enter a club looking so lost?’ He continued vomiting more words. This time round, he got her ears. She turned her head to get a better look at him. She expressed a woebegone facial expression.

THE BARTENDER PUT ON THE TABLE SOME OF THE MOST ADMIRED DRINKS BY YOUNGSTERS

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‘Someone out there has been following me since I got out of school. He has made me enter this club accidently as I sought a place I would be safe. This club is much safer than outside there because I do not know what he is upto. I don’t know what he is going to do to me’ she paused for a while and released a sigh.

‘Really! Someone has been following you? Where is he now?’ he asked as he got outside. ‘I can see no one here.’

‘I don’t want to come into reality with him outside there.  I fear and I want to stay here which is safer’ she told the bartender. She was palpitating and her whole body was shaking. The bartender took a sip of coffee that he had left there on the table and dialed a number using his phone. After some minutes, another man came inside the club and took his place as the new bartender.

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‘My shift is off. We exchange duties everyday’ he told Sherry.

She shook her head and stood from the seat she had sat on.

‘Where exactly is your home from here?’ he asked

‘The next estate from this club?’ she responded as her heart beat faster.

The guy paused for a while and took a closer look at the girl once more. This time round, he plastered his eyes from her head to toe and smiled deep inside him.

‘I have a car outside I can take you home.’  He said as he eagerly awaited her response.

Sherry was desperate. Her main aim now was to get home and never refute a taxi again. She had no choice rather than to accept this offer. She feared being a victim of a club or being something different the next morning.

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‘Yes’ she said as they walked with him outside the club.

‘This way’ he said as she led her way to the car.

HE MADE HER GET INSIDE HIS TOYOTA SUPRA AND OFF THEY WENT

He opened the front left door for her and she let her slip inside locking the door afterwards. He got to the driver’s side and got inside starting the engine immediately.

‘My name is ‘the Collector’ he said with that voice that would scare a man from the inside; as he cuffed both her hands on the car seat.

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PART TWO: HE FOLLOWED ME PART TWO 

Keep close to read part two of this story

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