Mistaken Identity (pt 3)

Cont from pt 2

After walking for what seemed like forever in different directions, I saw a dim light flicker in the distance. Elation and a ray of hope burst through my being like the sun rays peeping from behind dark clouds. Hurriedly I stumbled towards the light, as I drew closer doubts began invading my mind, “what if I were walking into a trap? Could I or should I trust Tiny? Someone whom I did not even know although he had helped me to escape? Or was it just a ruse?” After all the one guy had said that if I did not die I would be going to them….. As these thoughts crossed my mind, my steps began to falter. I was but a few steps away from the hut when a woman came out in a hurry and told me to run for my life was in danger. Even as she spoke a man came out of the hut and dragged the woman inside. “Just as I thought”, came to mind and turned to run but collided bodily with the other man who had been chasing me, be grabbed me by my hair, dragged me screaming and kicking, inside of the hut and unceremoniously pushed me in a corner against a wall.

Noticing there was blood on the floor while my eyes searched around for the woman, I started to panic, my heart pounding heavily in my throat as I wondered what my fate would be. The man walked into a room and came back with two slices of bread (kitchen I guessed) which he offered me, I refused and he laughed in a very cruel way and walked outside and shut the door behind him. Looking around the dimly lit room I walked over to the one light lit to look at my wristwatch, it was very late I realized and wondered what had become of Cheyenne and what our father would be thinking, for by now he’d have already contacted our friends and learned that we had left there since mid day, if nothing had happened to Cheyenne.

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Seeing a doorway I ventured in to look inside of the room, the woman was lying on the floor with blood oozing from a cut on the side of her head. I walked over to her, she opened her eyes, I helped her up and she sat on the little cot that was in the room, she asked me for a drink of water and told me where to find a cup. I left to get her the water, on entering the kitchen space, I saw one of the men sitting on a chair next to the one window there, hesitating a second but continuing on my way I drew closer noticing that he was apparently asleep, or was he dead from fatigue?

On a closer examination it was sleep. About to get the water for the woman I stopped dead in my tracks; here was a man that wanted to harm me, sleeping helplessly like a baby and I was standing there looking at him, in a surge of anger I grabbed a piece of wood that probably came off of an old table, its leg namely, somehow or the other he must have felt danger for as I turned towards him with raised arms he opened his eyes and in the split moment it took for realization to register, fear to appear and disbelief to born, I had already delivered him one terrific blow that landed on his shoulder immobolizing him, before he could have raised an alarm, my second swing with all my might landed upside his head and he just kind of glided off the chair in very slow motion and landed in a crumpled heap on the floor  …..

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