PART 4"ONCE UPON A TIME"

PART 4
"ONCE UPON A TIME"
Inspired by the LIVING ONE
©️ Opeyemi Akintunde

Kemisola knew she had done something wrong. There was a sense of urgency in her to call the agent back....

The agent had returned fifteen minutes after Kemisola had initially placed a call to him...

" Rachel...what is happening? This is the third house they are rejecting you" Kemisola heard the agent saying to the girl. The girl didn't utter a word. She looked like she was in another world far from the realm they were in.

" Are you sure she doesn't need psychiatric attention. She may have bipolar, psychosis or acute depression " Kemisola said

" Well, she is not my responsibility. As it is, the contract we have is over. I don't know her from Adam. I am sorry Madam, I will give you someone who doesn't have issues."

" No problem! So you are taking her back to your office?" Kemisola didn't know why she asked that question but it popped out of her mouth....

" Nah! I am just here to ensure I take her out of your house. I will drop her off at your junction."

" E yaaaa! I actually feel sorry for her... But don't you think you should inform her next of kin. I am sure she filled a form"

" Madam! That is a long thing....I am done!" The agent said

Kemisola replayed the conversation in her head once more...

" You shouldn't have let that girl go... You shouldn't " Kemisola kept hearing the words loud and clear

" That girl has bad luck!" She defended

" And what do you have? You have been married and widowed twice. Is that bad luck or good luck?" Kemisola knew that was the good part of her chastising her.

Kemisola dropped the carrot she was chopping. She ran towards the living room, got her car keys and headed for the door.

" Where am I going ?" She stopped herself.

" Do I even know where she is at the moment?"

" Make a Call"

At that point, Kemisola realized she had left her phone in the kitchen. Like someone on a mission she raced towards the kitchen.

********
" So...Good luck to you!" Harry said as he reached out to open the passenger's door.

Rachel sat glued in the car seat.

" Where am I going from here?" Was the question in her head

" Rachel, don't force me to push you out of my car!" Harry said

Rachel could tell by the tone of his voice that it was best she got out of his car...

As she made the attempt to stand up from the car seat, she realized she had no strength to do that...

" I am weak!" Rachel said

Harry was not having it anymore. He got down from the driver's seat, went over to the other side of his car, pulled Rachel out of his car causing her to fall to the ground.

Harry cared less.

He went back into the car and zoomed off. Rachel picked up herself and started walking east...

******
Harry heard his phone ringing. He was so pissed he couldn't care who was calling. He was thinking about his loss. He had to pay the woman her agreement fee.

He took a peep at who was calling...

The Exact person he did not want to call him; Mrs Kemisola.

He knew she was calling to ask for a refund. He ignored the call and sped off.

*****
" Why is this agent not picking up?" Kemisola said

The Urgency within her was at top speed.

She picked up her car key again and exited her house.

" The Junction!" Kemisola reasoned. She remembered Harry saying something about dropping her off at the junction.

*******
Rachel's thought was screaming "Suicide". She was hoping to find someone selling rat poison, she needed to end this...

*******
Kemisola got to the junction, but she drove West. She looked around for the girl but she didn't see any traces of her.

She drove for about 15 minutes before having a rethink. She turned back to the junction and drove east.

*******
There was a crowd watching something painful... Kemi drove past them, but on second thought, she reversed the car...

" What's happening?" She asked one of the onlookers.

" A young girl is foaming, people are suspecting it is Epilepsy..." the Onlooker answered

Kemisola engaged the drive gear so she could continue her search, but she had a restriction within her.

She parked her car properly before joining the crowd. She maneuvered her way so as to see the girl in question....

It was Rachel....

The foam was definitely not an Epileptic foam, it looked like she was dying. She had witnessed the death of her two husbands, so she knew what death looked like...

To be continued

NOTE: This piece was written with the intention of touching lives, feel free to share but please be mindful of the writer by not erasing her credits and that of the HolySpirit who Inspires her. May men be mindful of you too, may you not be deprived of the Credits & blessings due to you in Jesus name. God bless you.

DEEP THOTS NOVELS
INSPIRED BY THE LIVING WORD
Written by Opeyemi Akintunde
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