Fourty-Eight hours after.
Mike stared at his Bible on the table. He couldn‟t pick it to read, he couldn‟t pray, he had been on a compulsory fast for two days now. He had asked himself WHY a million times. Would he face the G.O or his wife? This is a disgrace! His gaze dawned on the wall clock and it was some minutes to Prayer meeting. Just then, there was a knock and he rushed to his sit. “Come in.” Promise rushed inside the house in tears.
“What?” He quickly stood up with his eyes widened.
“I told her not to do it, I told her! You told her to abort, Sam… you told her!” She kept on crying.
“What is it, Promise?”
“You are still asking me? Rachael is dead.”
“JESUS!”
“They are taking her body to her place already, Sam. You killed her!”
He was mum. What could he even say? He already murdered the baby, even the mother. Now, fornication, murder of two souls! “Please, be quiet, Promise.”
“I should be quiet? I should not talk? Everybody will know!”
“Wait.” He screamed as Promise ran out.
He began to cry as he wondered what he could do. He rushed inside the room and packed the things he could and disappeared.
