Short Story: The Last Trip Down The West 8
She walked down the long corridor, it was nearly 7pm so most of e staff had gone home. the only staffs who lived in the building were her, security, and driver. every other person came and went. the building felt so quiet, so silent. She could almost hear her footsteps echoing behind her. she decided that she would check e car park first to see if all the cars were in the house. if they all were, it would mean that her boss was in. but if even one of them was missing, it could mean that he wasn’t in the house. when she looked outside and counted the cars, she noticed that the black Mercedes was missing. she therefore assumed that her boss wasn’t around. she was relieved and was going to tell Duke that his daddy was not around and therefore, they could not get his consent just yet.
She turned back into the house and started to walk back towards the belong corridor. as she neared the entrance of the corridor, she heard some click clacking sounds comking from the dirrection of the kitchen. she was going to ignore it but it was irregular and noisy. it news obvious that it wasn’t the cook nor the maid at was in there. she walked towards the kitchen gently and got ready for a fight in case it was an intruder. she tried to be as quiet as she could by walking on tip toe. she was mal most into the kitchen when someone said from the kitchen.
” you can walk on tip toe all you want but I know you’re there.” the voice was feminine and laughing. Mary was about to jump the person and shout “help thief” when the voice continued.
” if you think you will bend me over and f•ck me in your kitchen … ”
mary’s eyes opened wide. and it continued to grow wider as the person whose voice she had been hearing jumped out of the kitchen and said
“… you are dead right!”
“JESUS!!!” they both yelled at the same time as the lady jumped on Mary. Mary shouted because she didn’t see it coming, and the person shouted because, she was expecting someone else. someone that wasn’t female or short. they both fell to the floor and then started to try to get up.
” what the… what the f•ck is this!!” the other lady was saying. Mary on the other hand just got to her feet and started to run away from the lady in blind embarrassment. she ran as fast as her legs could carry her and then smashed into a wall. she fell back and was back on the ground. she hit the floor wit a thud and closed her eyes for a second. She thought “what the hell was that?” there wasn’t supposed to be a wall in that direction! she was sure she was running in the right direction and it had to be that the lady in the kitchen was a witch to have brought a wall to her way.
Mary… are you okay Mary? Fumbi call the hospital. use the land line so they know its me”
is she dead?” someone was asking
” shut up Fumbi, people don’t just die like that. get the ambulance”
well, she looks dead to me.”
” I think she might need a mouth to mouth”
what! ” no way in hell are you putting the mouth I kiss in that thing’s mouth.”
” this could be a matter of life and death… I think I knocked the wind out of her”
” I don’t care if its a matter of heaven and hell, you’re not kissing her.”
” so you would rather have her die than get a Mouth to mouth resusication…”
” I swear by god Bolaji, if you put your mouth in that thing,’s mouth, it will be the last you see of me.”
” wow! ” her boss exclaimed. ” wow” he exclaimed again. Mary could feel his hand tense up on her shoulder where he had put it. It seemed to her that he was about to smash his fist into something. she wanted to talk and stop this conversation, tell them that she was fine,m deliver her message and go but then he said
” you know what, f•ck this. I’ll help this girl. she’s my staff.” and he started to bend towards her. Mary became frantic and in her anxiety’ she put put a weak hand to stop him.
” Oga… I dey. I dey okay.”
Mary said weakly. He looked her over and said
” can you stand?”
” yes Oga.”. he helped her up and then she said…
” Oga… Duke say…”
” you’ll tell me what duke said later. now go to your room.”he said curtly
he turned around and started to leave. Funmbi followed him, close at his heels.
” who is Duke? ” she was asking.
” nobody… no one” he answered.
Mary’s eyes started to burn. the tears were heavy in her eyes and she tried hard not to spill it. how could he do that to his son? ” nobody?” seriously? she could feel the anger welling up inside her. she had heard those words before.
” nobody! ”
” she’s no one”
” you are a nobody, I could kill you and no one would notice”
” you are nothing, you’ve got nothing, you are nobody.”
Mary ‘s head spun as she walked blindly towards the boy’s room. she pushed the door open, walked in, shut the door and broke down crying.
This short story “THE LAST TRIP DOWN THE WEST” was written by Nancy Olakunle