Hushed Echoes

“What? Wait! What does he mean?” Marco asked, looking straight into the receptionist face, the receptionist did not know what to answer, he had witnessed several of such situations before and he knew the things directors were capable of, he knew of several ladies who got job in companies simply because they were able to play ball with the directors.

Some of them did not even have the basic academic qualification, he was not in any way surprise about what transpired between the director and the other lady that just left, but the receptionist knew it was one of those things, and he could not disclose it to anyone anywhere because he owned his allegiance to the company, that explains why he shrugged when Marco asked what was going on.

Marco soon realized that the interview was over and he could not continue to stand where nobody was ready to give him any assistance, people went about their businesses, not minding him.

Even the receptionist was not looking at him either, he was busy answering one telephone call after another, he felt it was high time he carried his burden away from there and find his way back home.

He became more exasperated at the thought of getting back home without any cheering news, when he left the house in the morning, he was self assured that no matter what he was going to return with some good news, what is he going to tell Fred?

The last thought was like a bombshell, and with the latest development, he knew that getting a place of his own will be a mirage, since his hope had been shattered.

Marco waited at the bus terminal for over one hour before he got a bus going to his destination, he hopped into the bus drizzly as everything around him spinned round.

He arrived home thrity minutes after, and as soon as he got to the entrance, he discovered that the door was not locked, he thought that must be due to Fred’s carelessness, he entered quietly and closed the door behind him, he gently removed his shirt because it was badly soaked with sweat.

Later he discovered that Carolyn was in the room, because he heard some movement, he was about to sit on the chair to rethink about what happened and his next move when he heard his name being called.Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

“Marco, Marco please come and see something, come quickly”

At first he wanted to ignore her but on a second thought he felt that what she wanted him to come and see must be something serious, so he walked straight into the room and met Carolyn wrapped in a towel, standing in front of a mirror.

“Please Marco, come closer and help me run this cream on my back” Carolyn said, flashing him a wicked and utterly lewd grin.

Marco felt like spitting on her, but he had restrained himself because he did not want to ferment trouble, ” you must be out of your senses” Marco retorted instead.

Immediately Carolyn turned her face towards the window and was surprised to see Fred walking into the compound, she flung herself on Marco and started to scream frantically, ” somebody help! Help me, please help”

Marco was scared when he heard her sudden screams, so many thoughts ran through his mind as he tried to figure out why she was suddenly crying, he felt pity for her, therefore held her and took her to the bed so she could lay down and rest.

Carolyn’s cries for help consequently attracted Fred’s attention who by then was close to the door step, Fred ran swiftly into his apartment and made straight for the room.

On getting to the bed as Marco tried to help her lay on the bed so she could get some rest, Carolyn removed her towel and continued shouting, ” somebody help me, he wants to rape me, somebody help!” She cried out more loudly.

Fred caught Marco by the neck and pounced on him, he dragged him away from his wife and dealt several blows mercilessly on his face.

“Are you crazy? So you want to rape my wife in my own house?” Fred gathered all his energy and punched Marco repeatedly till blood hushed out of his face and mouth.

“After all I have done for you Marco, you want to pay me back by raping my wife?” Fred continued beating him.

“Please let me explain Fred, it’s not what you think” all his pleas fell on deaf ears, as Fred continued his assult on him, forgetting they were almost like brothers who lived peacefully and happily.

“So this is how you want to relay me? I took you as a brother and brought you to my house and yet you want to become a devil inside my house? Marco how can you be this wicked? What have I done to you to deserve this from you? Don’t you pity yourself, your condition and your mother? Inspite of all that you have gone through, you still habour wickedness in your heart, I don’t ever want to set my eyes on you again” Fred shouted and began to push him out.