She watched him stab her husband to death and now he was coming for her and her new born child as well.
"Why does he have to always get the good things? Why?", he shouted to the fear stricken mother.
He was coming closer and closer and she, she couldn't do anything about it. She couldn't run. Her breathing was rampant and her baby slept in her arms seeking protection from it. She had even forgotten that she had a baby in her arms until it cried, shrieking out loud as a result of her shaky cold chest.
He as close now, raising the odd looking knife ready to strike whilst glaring both at mother and child. His laughter, breaking the very will of the mother could be heard throughout the dark room.
She woke up with a start, gasping for air, sweating profusely and clinging to her blanket as if her life depended in it. The people outside were so immersed in their conversation that they didn't notice the woman's awakening. Sounds from outside the room echoed inside. The sneering, the teasing, the seemingly embarrassing confession and the words of a man who had clung hard on to life.
"So you're telling me, that Mr. Darko was telling the truth.", Melanie jibed in.
"Huh", Lucy sighed, "Yes, yes, he's was and quit pestering me about it."
Darko was apparently terrified at Lucy. I mean he's seen worse but this was different. He kept his distance while side-eyeing her. Ampofo was a jolly one. He choked on his laughter from time to time but nothing could stop him from having a good time. Afia.B. stood by, putting on her sense no-joke. She leaned on the wall and watched the rest of the team Merry on.
Inside the room, on a distant couch was dark-skinned petite femme, Afia.A. She looked like she had an encounter with an energy vampire. She slept soundly, without a care in the world at the moment, like a baby.
Speaking of babies, where was her's? The woman's post traumatic shock tore in again. She held on to her bosom, like a one-sided hug and breathed in short successions. She relived all those moments thinking to herself,
"What if he's here now? What if he has already done it?"
Her distress was shortlived. Afia.A., even though asleep, rolled over the couch again and again. She was having a nightmare.
"No. No! Don't let me eat that.", she yelled and fell from the couch with a thud, almost bruising her face.
The outsiders came rushing in only to find .A. posturing herself properly on the carpet. Her left hand touching her face and the other on the couch.
Melanie's mother stared absentmindedly at them until a voice managed in creep into her ears, "Mother, are you ok?"
Melanie's mother snapped out of whatever thought she was having and embraced her daughter once more. She held her daughter at arm's length and studied her face and eyes.
"We are leaving, now!"
"What?", Melanie asked as she was quite confused.
"I said we are leaving.", she got up from the bed and felt for her footwear with her feet cementing her desire to leave as early as possible.