THE K1LLER'S KNIFE
The K1ller's Knife - Episode 29
Father's family was informed of his dëåth and the bμrial arrangements began in earnest. Already his sudden déãth was beginning to raise dust and questioning stares from his family members and outsiders.
The cause of his dëåth was undetectable except an autopsy is to be carried out. It will cost a lot of money so his family decided not to bother about it as it will not bring father back to life anyways.
That's was a kind of relief but I wasn't still at peace
People tried to point accusing fingers at mother until they discovered that they had long gone their separate ways before what happened to him. So they had nothing else to pin on mother
I wasn't at home too and since I was seen as a small harmless boy who can't hurt a fly, I was out of their suspicious eyes even after it was told that I was the only one left with him after Flora left.
Side talks began that maybe it was flora paying him back for throwing her out of his house but since there was no evidence, it dÃëd down. If only they knew that I am actually the real cμlprit.
Father was later bμried after a month with family and church members in attendance.
Flora also attended his bμr¡al dressed raggedly and looking so pathetic. The next thing I heard was that shame couldn't let her stay in our town anymore, so she packed her belongings and left with Claire to only God knows where.
After father's bμrial and everything was settled evenly, his family members returned to their base and gradually his dëåth news d!ed down completely.
It's been two years now since the bëâst I called a father d¡ed and nobody was yet to know that I was the brain behind it. Yes I admit that I k¡lled him and I don't regret it a bit!
Life was moving on fine and smoothly for us. Mother had moved back to father's house and was now the one managing his business and money.
Erica, Angie, and I were always excited to go to school. There was always this unexplained joy in our hearts that we won't have to complain about school fees or miss studies because of it again.
I was now sixteen years of age and in my final year in secondary school. I was beginning to develop beards and pubic hairs on my armpit and private part which were all signs of rapid puberty.
I knew I was very handsome as girls were always drooling over me every time I passed on the road.
Some of my female classmates were even giving me the eye signals and love letters in school but honestly I didn't want to mess around with girls
All I want is to finish secondary school and move on to the university so I will be a medical director who will make mother and my sisters proud.
Doctor Stanley and I are always keeping in touch through mother's phone. He sees me as a son he doesn't yet have since according to him, he is married for seven years now without a child.
I feel really sorry for him and I pray God comes through for him because he deserves to be truly happy. He is a very nice man and has been giving me tips on what to expect in the medical curriculum when I get to the university.
We've grown so attached in such a way that on weekends, I do pay him visits at the hospital, and it is always from one learning experience to the other.
At times I follow him to different patients ward when he wants to administer medications or tests on them.
With time I learnt a lot about the medical field from doctor Stanley. I even got to know some drugs, injections, and medical instruments by name and their various uses. I equally learnt about the vital rules guiding the health profession.
Afterwards doctor Stanley will buy me food, veggies, and fruits to eat and take some home for mother and my sisters.
As more days pass by, I'm always feeling thankful to God that father is no more here with us else I wouldn't have gotten the opportunity to experience all of this.
Now, I am so enjoying my life with peace of mind; no fear of pun¡shments, no brμ¡ses or abμsive words. I was happy!
The fact that ever since his dëåth, Erica and Angie have never for once talked about missing him shows that they are inwardly feeling happy too.
But I could tell that it wasn't the same for mother. It's quite obvious she seems to miss her husband very much.
More than ten times, I have caught her intently looking at father's photos and shedding tears or going as far as talking to herself. I know she still loves and misses him a whole lot!
It gets me wondering what exactly she misses about that man...? Isn't she happy that she doesn't have to live in fear or constant d0m£stic v¡olence anymore...? Why loving a man who hμrts you all the time with no remorse whatsoever...?
Since I had no answers to these mind questions, I do ignore her and go about my daily activities. Little did I know that tr0uble was lμrking around the corner.
Soon it was time to write WAEC and NECO examinations. I wrote it and my results came out satisfactorily good.
That was the end of going to secondary school for me as I was now done with that phrase of my life, whilst Erica and Angie had like eight to five years to go.
I was awaiting the UTME examination which isn't coming out until about six months time.
Instead of staying idle at home, I utilized that free period to get myself busy and economically useful. I went to an apprenticeship workshop to get trained on how to repair cars. While in most of my training days off, I went over to father's shop to assist mother.
Before I knew it, I was about to round up my training and I appealed to be retained there as a worker. Thankfully my trainer obliged. That's how I worked and I was paid salary every month end.
A month later, I was informed that the UTME examination form came out and next was the university application form. I wrote the UTME examination. Then I purchased the university application form of my desired medical school and I filled it with excitement.
After that, I kick-started saving up so I can assist mother in financing my education just in case I am granted admission to the school of my choice.
My life was going on fine until the day I came back from the mechanic workshop and met mother sitting on my bed looking at me suspiciously.
Mother stares were penetrating right into my soul. I didn't even know what to make of her intense looks. I mean she has never looked at me this way before, so normally I was feeling scâred.
As someone who is gμ¡lty of a cr¡me, my mind immediately went towards that path but I quickly dismissed it. It can't be anything related to what I did to father because I closed up all tracks of anyone uncovering the truth about me
" Is something wrong mother...? Why are you looking at me this way...?" I asked putting up a strong facade yet on the inside I was dying with fright
" Sit down Jacob...there is something I will love to ask you" Mother said to me still not smiling and it got me even more scared of what this could be about
My heart was beating so fast like hurricane as I took a seat beside mother and tried to act as calmly as possible
" What is it mother...?" I asked feeling so anxious and uneasy
Mother just kept looking at me intently without saying a word.
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