THE MAN I BURIED: CEO'S WORST NIGHTMARE

Another cold night on my empty bed, lonely room and quiet house.I sat on my bed staring at the ceiling as my back touched my bed.pfft I puffed n blew my long black hair off my face.The wine curtains remembered me off my mom.Her favorite color was Wine and of course Wine was a beautiful color.A smile crept my face as I thought of her.That woman such a pretty thing with the brightest smile and cheering eyes.I sat upright and tied my hair to the back and took of my black socks.I had just gotten home and it was 11:30 already.I took my car keys out off my pocket, took off my Grey suit then went to have a quick shower.My room had a different feeling today I felt like I wasn't the only one at home as if we were two or more, I pulled my gun closer to me incase of anything.Today I wasn't thinking about tomorrow but the past , something that happened years ago I never wanted to remember but I kept on having flashbacks.Years ago life wasn't like this for me, life was tough,more like a clone of hell.My dad Mr.Hanson had two wives and my mom was the second,she was forced into a marriage she never dreamt off and not a day passed where I didn't watch my dad's belt sweep the back of my mother as she cried in pain and he and his first wife would mock how she cried.I was very young then about 6 to 7 so I just watched not understanding what she was going through.One day I came back from school running towards her room to remind her it was my birthday so she had to take me to the eating place for lunch I came to meet her lying peacefully on her bed with a smile on her face.I woke her up severally only to realize she was gone.My mom had moved on to the other world I believed my elder sister was .What was I going to do ,I ran to my dad in tears "Dad momm....mom...mommy is d..dead!!!" I said as tears wet my uniform."Finally"was the only word that escaped his miserable lips . That's when it started the war between us ,the hatred I grew for my father and his wife.I ran to the old wooden house in the middle of the forest where I knew an old man lived with his pet (a crow) I heard from my mates he was a magician.I ran to him and told him what happened, he laughed "Little girl there's no way I can bring your mother back but I can help you in another way he said smiling widely,I can help you get back at your parents or even sacrifice them to end your suffering"he said.What d..do you mean ?? I asked. Don't worry you are too young to understand,I want you to go and return on your 18th birthday I'd explain further my child .Go..go away my child.GO AWAY!!!!! he yelled at me as I ran out of his old house and went back home but this time my mom nor her corpse were nowhere to be found everyone had packed and left the house.I was all alone in the empty house as little as I was.It was my 18th birthday now and I wanted to go seek consultation about my life from the old man .I went to him , where he laid on his bed looking pale and sick"you finally came back my child" he uttered . Sit down he said hitting his palm on the space beside him.I sat right by him looking him in the dying eye .I know why you are here but I also want something from you in return,I can give you everything in this world except something I can't even offer myself but you can,my child,you can. What is it ??I asked confused. L...li...lifeee he said suffering to even pronounce the word. And how do I give you life??I asked .He looked me in the eye , grabbed my palm and smile "take someone's" he said and coughed as his smelly saliva wet the back of my white palm and his already wrinkled face wrinkling more.What ?? how can I?? I immediately stood up . There's a man sitting at the river bank take this knife with just one hit he'd be your toy,he slowly put a rusted knife with rubber tyres tied around it it's handle, please my daughter help me for me to help you I don't wanna die yet,he said and another cough of blood fell on my hand again.I grabbed the knife not because I wanted help but because I appreciated the dying man infront of me he took me as a daughter when there was no parent to take care of me and I had to honour him.I ran towards the river bank looking around but there was nobody l went everywhere and just when l gave up about to return I saw a man figure sitting on a wood log at the far end of the river.I ran towards his direction.It was a man of about his early twenties he sat on the log staring at his own reflection in the river.What do you want? he asked but not facing me.My hands trembling to what I was just about to do .l tightened the knife in my left hand ready to attack but I was soo scared. The man gave a loud laughter "look at this chicken that one's to take a lion down.Thats when I noticed him staring at my figure in the water. Why do you want to kill me??he asked and before I even thought of an answer I had thrown the knife but unfortunate for me and fortunate for me he managed to turn only for him to get the left side of his face cut from his forehead to his jawline and blood seeping out yet he was still laughing