Chapter Twelve

After His Death

Collins’ POV

Nuel had warned me, very sternly, to stay clear off Charles, but I was never one to listen. He had found out about my lie, that I was never Twenty-one, that I was still a child, he found out, and he ended our relationship, the one that we had while having full knowledge of who we were both in the church.

I had found him attractive; father Charles. Gosh, he was attractive. A fine piece of a man that was potentially waisting in the priestly vocation, and when he showed signs of feeling the same way for me, I jumped at the opportunity and became his sugar boy.

I had nothing to loose. Nuel had dumped me again and I was just so sex starved. He wasn't as good in bed as Nuel, but his performance was good, good enough to make me cum, and his beauty compensated for any other area that was lacking.

But to my wildest imagination, there he laid, on the floor, in his room, drenched in the pool of his own blood.

I screamed at the top of my voice, so much that the house almost collapsed. I was pretty sure that the scream could've eventually woken up the dead.

My legs felt weak instantly, unable to hold the weight of my body. They both wobbled and made way for me to rest my weight on the floor.

I screamed again, noticing how horrifying the scene looked from up close, and I quickly crawled backwards while still screaming.

The door knob clicked fastly and the door swung open with full force.

“ What is it?” Patrick asked, breathing hastily. It was obvious that he had ran upstairs on hearing the urgency and horror in my voice. His eyes were full of questions and his hands were extended in that inquisitive gesture, but as he looked upon the scene before me, he fell into the trance that I did.

“ Santa Maria!” He screamed, taking a few steps back as he covered his mouth his hand.

The blood on the floor was congealed, and it encircled him in a perfect 360° circle, creating an image that looked so much like “ The Vitru Man” by Da Vinci.

His head was smashed so hard to the wall; the blood stains on the wall was a proof of that, and by the look of things it seemed like it was further smashed on the floor, making his brains to pop out of the skull, looking like minced meat. His eyes were still open, staring interestingly and with no focus at all at a corner in the room.

I felt nauseous and afraid that I might vomit last night's dinner of pasta and sauce.

He had served me that sauce last night, and had made fun of the fact that the sauce was splattered on my face, even calling me a sauce boy, but right now he was the one looking like the actual sauce.

Patrick rushed out of the room, and I could hear him rushing down the stairs.

I couldn't move anymore. Not with what I was seeing. I pulled myself to a corner and bit my lower lip in an effort not to scream further. I prayed to God that it might be a dream, more than I had ever prayed in my life, but it seemed that the dream was taking longer than expected or rather that God wasn't going to answer, and trust me, even though one of his commandments was to have no other god, I cried out to other gods.

I pleaded with every Greek god that I knew; Zeus, Odin, Vera, Venus. I pleaded with the Egyptian gods; Shiva, Cata, Paro. Hell, I even pleaded with some African gods; the famous Mami water, the Obanje, all of them, pleading that they may help me wake from my horrific slumber, but alas, none was heeding to my prayers.

I didn't know how long it took, but I heard sirens from afar, and very shortly I could hear them within the premises, with heavy, plenty foot steps treading the staircase, rushing upstairs.

Patrick must've called the rescue team.

The door barged open and someone ran in, followed immediately by two other personnels. The first person rushed to the body and flipped it on his back, feeling the side of his neck with two fingers. As he was on with that, a fourth and fifth person walked in - the rescue team brought company; the cops.

The one who was checking for whatever it was on Charles' neck looked up at the others with disappointment in his eyes and shook his head.

It was confirmed. Charles was dead.

I screamed again, gathering the attention of everyone in the room, unintentionally forcing them to notice me since they had been so interested in the body on the floor.

“ Hey, hey, calm down”, one of the rescue team members tried to get me to keep calm but that wasn't working, rather, it fueled my screaming strength.

I couldn't tell why I was screaming, but I didn't stop. I already knew he was dead even before the paramedics rushed in; I mean, who the hell would see a ketchup brain and still think that the owner would be alive? Apart from the stupid paramedic who had probably tried to show off by pretending to check his pulse.

“ Hey, calm down!” He screamed again and came closer to me, trying to get hold of me, but I immediately stood up and made to push him away but he held me, and my gosh he was strong.

“ Get the sedative, he's having a chronic panic attack”, he shouted at the other paramedic as I continued screaming, probably destroying their ear drums, and just seconds later, I felt a tingling sensation at the back of my neck.

I instantly felt dizzy, as if I was being forced to carry a car, and slowly, I fell to the ground, and was lucky enough to have been caught by someone before, if not, I would've fallen face front to the ground, and probably end up with a broken nose.

I was slowly drifting off to sleep as I was carried on something that seemed like a plank, and just before I could close my eyes, I spotted the wrapped up body of Charles following just after me.

Nuel had warned me, and now he had killed Charles.

Dearest gentle reader, thank you so much for choosing to read this autobiography of mine. I assure you, none of the events in this book are fictional. Some characters were fictional, yes, but asides that every other thing is completely true. And, I decided to spice things up a little bit. I took us to the future just so that you wouldn't get too bored with the storyline. So please, continue reading, and remember to add the book to your library. I will also try my possible best to upload at least one chapter everyday until I finish revealing to the world what I had to go through.