REVENGE

"ouch!", Dwayne sat up in his bed that creaked everytime he moved,it was an old bed he had found the first time he had moved into the one roomed house he now calls home. He stood up and sat onto an old bamboo chair that had seen years of turmoil,he took a deep breath, still wanting to go to sleep but the bed wasn't helping matters,it was missing two planks in the middle making his old mattress sink in like a sac filled with sand. He looked around the semi-dark room for anything that could interest him and pass time,he saw nothing except for the makeshift chase board that he and his friend Allan had made from cardboard and bottle tops. He looked at Allan who was busy snoring on the floor sleeping on nothing but an old duvet he had come with when he ran from home to join the streets,they became best friends from that day. a soft rain started falling outside the house,Dwayne went back to his bed and got into his tattered brown covers,he looked at his old watch that he kept on the dusty window sill,he still had two hours before he went back to the market to sell plastics bags and help old women carry their heavy shopping bags for a dollar. He lay on his hard pillow made from torn pieces of cloth then felt a wet drop onto his foot. "Danm!",he cursed under his breath as he sat up again,he had completely forgotten that the roof leaks,so he got out of bed and started moving his bed away from the leaks,Allan turned in his sleep and sat up. "the roof is leaking again",he asked. "yes",Dwayne replied. "okay",Allan stood up and started helping his friend move the bed,when they were done,they sat onto the bed,Dwayne sat looking down in deep thoughts. "what is it?",Allan asked his friend concerned. "when is this life going to end?",Dwayne said under his breath. Allan didn't have any answers to that,he just squeezed his shoulder and stood up and stretched his body still wanting to go back to sleep. Dwayne pushed back his silky black hair,most of his customers usually wondered what a good looking man like him did in the streets selling plastic bags. How his late father managed to charm a white woman to marry him always amused him. He smiled at the thought and lay on his pillow again when he suddenly heard a knock. "mmm?",Allan raised his head wondering who it could be at this time of the night,he looked at Dwayne who seemed frightened than normal. "it's Carter,I didn't give him the two dollars from the wheelbarrow service!", Dwayne spoke breathlessly getting out of bed panicking. Allan's eyes almost fell out their sockets in disbelief of what he just heard,not paying Carter was like playing with fire with holding an open bottle of gas in the other hand. "why didn't you??!",Allan asked alarmed. "I was hungry!", Dwayne yelled panicking. "fools!!, open the freaking door!",carter yelled angrily. Allan stood up and started pacing the up and down too,he wondered what Carter and his boys would do to them if they got in. They both stopped in their tracks and looked at the door with fear,Carter and his boys had now started kicking the door and they wondered how long the old wooden door could last before Carter and his boys broke in. it banged against the door frame with each kick, Allan and Dwayne just watched in horror,their minds not functioning,one loose screw came out and the door flew open..four men stood outside with triumph smiles,knobkerrie in hand and Dwayne almost collapsed with fear...