The
look on Cynthia’s face when I asked the question was the strangest. I wondered
if I should worry about it or not. Because, Cynthia was one girl I
never understood: she was a really
The
hangout certainly wasn’t normal this day. A strange coldness hung in the air of
the room, it felt like we were hanging out with angels and needed to act like
zombies; not saying a word, just staring at each other. We had been in this
seating room for an hour, thirty-five minutes and had not said more than six sentences altogether. It was obvious some things had been said behind me. I was
sure they all knew about
I
had been dating Tunji for over two years and I was sure that he was the one I wanted
to spend the rest of my life with. At work, almost everyone knew his name, -yeah,
I was that kind of girl, if I liked something; everyone in my world would
eventually know about it.
The intent was clear enough to her as she aimed her father’s Smith & Wesson .38 caliber revolver at squeezed once more. Splattered on the white wall of their bedroom was the bloody brain of someone she her husband