What is happening here? The way the two women looked at each other now, as I study them a league away, felt chilly and deadly.
Diana wanted to speak but couldn't..... as Ruby looked at her in a way a didn't want to believe....
'who the hell is this woman, Spooky?'. " who or what do you think she is?". 'i don't need another question as an answer Spooky...'
"your problem is; you choose to see and believe what you want to believe". ' okay away with you Spooky. your analogy, isn't helping"
the two furious women will eat each other alive, if I don't do anything to break the tension.
Diana suddenly manage to smile warmly, "thank you Ruby, for saving me the trouble." And in the most ingratiating fashion Ruby replied, "my pleasure, Diana."
In the car Ruby turned on the air-condition immediately, and gasp for breath in big puffs as though smoking an imaginary cigar.
Her eye color seems to turned to their original color of snow white, but the brown iris had turned grey. who is this woman.... I queried in my mind for the hundredth time.
"what are you doing Ruby?"
"getting you out of an uncomfortable situation. Now shut up, and strap your seat belt.
"by making me feel like I want to puke. And in fact I did puke all eaten this morning."
"good for you kuga. But I am not the one who did that, you did."
"and what do you mean by that?"
"what where you doing in my mind kuga? I felt your presence and I made you see what you wanted to see about yourself. I want you to see how I regarded you, disgusting and shameless."
"you must be going nuts lady."
"oh yeah kuga, I am glad you finally figured. I've already turned nuts," she laughed sardonically.
"you think this is some kind of joke? Stop the car let me alight here…", sensing the anger behind my words, but the woman didn't even glance my way.
"why not throw yourself out on the road kuga, if the comfort of my car irritates you so?" she taunts, drumming her sexy glossy finger nails on the wheels to a tune in her head only she seem to be rythming with, as she steers her way through pot holes on top speed.
I feel my body begin to itch feverishly as the torture of nausea returned in full force copulated with spasms of a vigorous kind.
A thousand butterflies seem to fly away from my mind like locust on a vengeful spree.
"please Ruby, please… I feel like I am going to die."
"I want you to. Lord, what's taking you so long?"
"why are you doing this Ruby? Slow down the car and off the air condition. Please…." I was palpating now as wave upon wave of feverish spasm explode from my stomach and spread through all parts of my body.
Torture upon torture assailed me as the woman gas on.
"next time you will know where to hang your big groin. You wouldn't go about flaunting around anything in skirt," she roared over the smooth roaring engine of her new Lexus 2022.
she was slowing down as we neared the Kpong barrier, and I thank my stars, still feeling sick though.
From her she can't speed till we reached my place because of the traffic. In fifteen minutes' time we were at my gates, and I expected her to drop me off outside but she didn't.
she pressed the remote control of the main gate and drove in like she owns the house and the one living there.
"show some gratitude Kuga. I brought you home safe and sound."
"are you expecting my gratitude? I will be damned woman," I replied in a raging quivering voice as I stepped out of the car, to empty saliva from my already empty belly.
"are you not going to invite me, erh kuga," she laughed silkily like an old witch. I wouldn't be surprise if she was.
There is some about her and her devil of a father, that were not adding up. who are day? the are humans, but what sort?
I can't believe I am asking myself these questions.
her display of psychic ability, and cruelty in it use did created enough doubt to turn a hardcore sceptic superstitious.
"stay away from me!" I roared as I open the front door into the room, and head straight upstairs to take a shower, or probably changed and go into the natural pool in the garden.
I did lock the door behind me but I knew She was still outside. Good lord, the woman gives me the creeps. I remember how she used to be able to pick up my internal dialogue between I and my alter ego.
But my skepticism always got the better part of me.
I was in the shower when I heard a key turning in the door, followed my foot steps on the staircase. Perhaps, my imaginations….
I sat up from the water bath, and listen carefully. I could hear the cluttering of high heels on the granite staircase.
I was sacred like I've never been before in my whole life.
What is she doing, closing the door on her face like that was insulting enough to get the proud woman crying and running out this place. but no. she is coming upstairs.
I rushed to the bed room door to turned the bolt, and the footsteps seem to seize momentarily.
Before it continued again, coming like it's going to take forever, I was hearing the sound but it was not reaching door. Oh, what is this? What have gotten myself into?
I rushed to the drawer to take the .38 revolver, but remembered, Nka had poured the bullets into his pocket and walked away that faithful morning of our encounter.
But she wouldn't know they are no bullets in the gun right.
I held the empty gun in my hands nervously and walked to the door. She was standing there now. I could sense her presence.
Her pugnacious arousing smell I missed so much, but needed not anymore, not now maybe.....fuck. I am getting paranoid?
what the hell is happening? Even if I got the chance to shoot this woman will I be able to pull the trigger?
"open the door spooky". She called me spooky, what has she remember. Oh no I didn't want her to remember me anymore.
"I am not spooky."
"oh yes, you are," she stated matter of factually.
"I am beginning to have flashes spooky. Open the door let's have a talk," she said meekly.
"what did you remember?"
"a phrase you made in Diana's garden gave me a flash back and stream of memories about us, a picture I can't get out of my head," she said remorsefully.
I put the gun away, shocked at my own fear. I will probably find time to laugh over it all. That's if I survive this day.
The woman I ever loved suddenly turned Spooky on me like Michael Jackson and his date in a cemetery in the middle of the night.
This is broad day light for God sake. To God we belong, and to Him is the returned… I muttered in Arabic and let the soothing effect strength my heart.
I opened the door and stayed back to see the monster that will come charging at me.