The house was dark. The scenes from the TV casting a myriad of moving colours on the watcher and her surroundings. She had fallen asleep though. Her neck was bent at an awkward angle, her fingers lax around the remote.
She was middle-aged. Most estimated her age at late 30s. She was 44. She’d been married three times. She was certain her present business tycoon was The One. She did love him. And she’d been with him for 6years. A record.
The very business tycoon entered the room. Shaking his full head of grey at the scene, he turned off the TV and tapped her.
She jumped. Startled. Her usual reaction to being wakened. She looked about frantically. He tapped her again. She settled.
“Oh. I slept off.” She smiled at herself for stating the obvious.
There was a knock at the door. They looked at each other, both frowning. A visitor at such a late hour? She frowned; he squared his jaw and shoulders and approached the massive bullet-proof door.
“Who is it?”
“Na me, Oga. Musa.”
They both relaxed. He turned the lock and was startled when Musa was pushed in by a mask-wearing taller man.
“Jesus!” Victoria screamed and rolled to the carpeted floor.
The intuder paused. Raising his right arm, he showed off his gun.
“Everybody, down.” He didn’t shout. He had such a commanding aura; even the house-owner didn’t hesitate much before kneeling.
He pushed the tied-up Musa to the side of the door and pointing at the tycoon, he gestured to the expensive couch behind which Victoria was cowering.
Trying hard to keep a calm exterior, the tycoon did as was asked.
“Victoria. Sit too.” The inturder said making the tycoon flinch at the familiar use of her name.
Shaking and confused, Victoria joined her husband. She reached out to clutch his hand, pulling it to her lap. She huddled closer.
The tycoon thought it was time to take control. “Young man, how much do you..”
“Shut up!” The word resounded in the large room and the tycoon’s eyes widened at the authority it carried. This was no tout. He shut up.
“I just want to talk.” The intruder said, then paused. He lowered the gun to his side. “Do you have kids?”
They were both silent.
“Yes.” “No.” They said together.
His hand clenched around the gun.
“What.. what we mean is I have a daughter but Victoria has n..no children..”
The intruder sat heavily on the marble center table.
He was silent. Then:
“Why shouldn’t I kill you?”
Victoria started sobbing loudly. The tycoon nudged her to shut up. She buried her head in her hands and continued to sob, but quietly; already envisioning the end of her life.
“You have no reason to live? Funny. Let me tell you a story…”
The tycoon looked wildly about. He was one of the crazies, what did the TV shows say again? Just let them talk. His eyes flitted about, looking for a way out. Let him talk.
“My mother hated me. She was raped as a teenager by a robber, a killer. I was the product. Her parents won’t let her kill me… She always reminded me I was the spawn of the robber, a killer, the devil..”
Victoria had stiffened beside her husband. The tycoon was barely listening.
“She left me in church one day when I was seven. I never saw her again..”
Victoria had stopped sobbing. She still didn’t look up but her breaths were coming out in sharp gasps.
The tycoon finally listened. “What?!” He looked confused.
“Victoria. My mother? Weren’t you listening?” The arm with the gun came up again. A silent but heavy threat.
He pulled off the mask swiftly with his left hand. “Mother, look at me.”
The tycoon’s eyes widened. “Victoooriaaa…” He whispered softly. She didn’t answer. “Victoooriaaa! Is any of this true? You.. you said you couldn’t have children.. Victoria. Victoooriaaaa?!”
“Yes?!” She fell to the ground. Her face contorted with tears. She still refused to look up. “What can I say? What could I do? I was raped! Raped!”
“I. Said. Look. At. Me!”
The intruder stood up again. He had gained command of himself again.
Taking a long deep breath, he pointed the gun at her.
She raised her head, still sobbing; but only to the level of his wide chest rising and falling steadily.
“Mother.. I’m exactly what you said I was. Now tell me again, why shouldn’t I kill you?”
A not-so-simple question is what I’ve put before you today. I’d like to read your answers, opinions and comments. Thanks for stopping by. Ciao.