Thursday, 17 May 2018

WEDDING OF MY EX (A ChrisEffe Bliss) Episode 16-18

Chris is seen parking his car several meters away from the entrance of the Ocean Front Hotel.
He gets out, and Afful appears at his side. They begin to talk, and Afful glances furtively over his shoulder, and quickly directs Chris half-way round the hotel, and they enter through a small side door.
Afful opens another door, and Chris finds himself on a landing that has steel door marked SECURITY.
Afful taps twice, and the door is opened by a hulk of a man. He is wearing a dark green military uniform, black boots and a cap.
Captain, this is the friend I was telling you about. Chris, meet Captain Bosomtwe. He is the Head of Security here.
Come in then.
The two of them are now in the garden. Chris enters a most impressive security room.
It has about thirty CCT screens, arranged in three arced rows. There are some gadgets connected to computers all around and emitting beeping sounds.
The Captain indicates a high-backed chair facing the screens and Chris sits down tentatively.
The Captain stands beside Chris, and then he punches a few buttons on the huge keyboard-like control pad lying on the desk.
The screen directly in front of Chris zooms outward, giving Chris a fully-coloured close-up of an aged man and a woman.
They are sitting side-by-side on a garden bench. The man is speaking, and the woman is listening attentively.
He is holding one of her hands in both of his.
He is in a suit, and their heads are so close together that it appears they are kissing.
They sits up, and Chris has a direct look at her.
She is Effe.
Oh, Lord, no!
Chris' face screws up with pain. For a moment it looks as if he is going to faint.
The man checked in last night as Joshua Darkwa. He spent the whole night in there, and the whole of the morning. He left late afternoon today and came back with the lady. He is in Room 209.
Chris watches as Effe lifts a hand and smoothes the old man's hair in a blatant gesture of affection and the man responds by rubbing her right cheek gently.
With trembling fingers Chris brings out his mobile phone and calls Effe.
Chris watches as Effe picks up her handbag and rummages inside. She brings out her mobile phone and stares at the screen for a moment.
What're you doing, man? Don't let her know you're here! Don't give the game away, because there's more you have to know!
Leave the man alone, Jon. Can't you see he's hurting bad?
Effe allows the phone to ring through without picking the call.
Chris redials.
On the screen he sees the old man urging Effe to pick the call.
Hello, my love.
(voice unsteady.)
Angel, are you home yet?
What's wrong, honey? Your voice sounds strange. Are you okay?
Chris closes his eyes and takes fast breaths in an obvious attempt to remain cool.
Oh, I'm fine. Just checking to know if you're through with the pastor.
I'm almost through, my love, and I'll be going home soon.
His tortured eyes grow into enraged slits as he stares at the screen.
His jaw works tightly as he breathes hard.
Afful touches his arm and shakes his head with concern, warning him not to give the game away.
Hello, my love. You still there?
Yeah, yeah, Angel. Okay, you take care then. Will see you tomorrow, right?
Yes, my dearest. Have a good night then. I love you!
Chris cuts the call and shakes his head numbly as he watches Effe.
She looks worried, but the old man pats the back of her hand, and presently they both stand up.
They hold hands as they walk out of range of the camera, but the Captain indicates another screen, and a moment later Effe and Joshua Darkwa are seen entering the main reception area of the hotel.
The Captain indicates a third screen. This camera is a shot of a corridor, and the Captain punches some dials on his control board.
The angle of the camera rotates and fixes on a door marked 209.
I'm sorry, young man, but I think they're headed here now.
Chris' hands are clenched very tightly. Effe and the old man soon appear on the screen in front of Room 209.
The man opens the door, and the two of them slip inside. The door shuts.
Chris is breathing hard as he throws his head back to stem the flow of his tears.
I'm sorry.
Can I stay here for a while?
Sure, sure. I'll go out for my routine checks now.
He leaves the room, and Afful takes out one of his foul-smelling cigarettes.
No, man, don't smoke that in here. I can't take it.
But I can take it, Romeo. And anyway, the scent of my smoke is the last thing you must be worried about now, because, as we speak, that pussy you're waiting to enjoy on your wedding night is being hammered right now by an old bugger!
In a flash Chris is out of his chair. With his right hand he knocks the cigarette out of Afful's hand and grabs the fat man's lapels in his left hand.
His voice is filled with fury as he addresses Afful.
You shut your foul mouth. You don't want me cutting you up to pieces now, and believe me, nothing in the world will give me more pleasure!
(holds up his hands in a supplicatory manner.)
Easy, man, easy.
Chris holds him a moment longer, and then he pushes the man away with disgust and begins to walk towards the door.
I don't think you can take any more shocks, Romeo.
There's more?
There's worse. If you confront that girl now, Chris, you'll never know what she's really capable of.
But I can't take it anymore! I'm dying in here! I have to speak to her!
I understand, but you have to get the whole picture first, man. If your girl leaves here, tonight, she's not going home. I can show you where she'll be headed next, and believe me, it will blast out your heart. Can you take it? Can you be man enough to wait?
Oh, God, oh dear sweet God. Oh, Effe, what are you doing to me?
He drops to his knees in front of the huge chair and puts his face in the chair.
He grips the arms of the chair tightly, and his body begins to shake uncontrollably.
Chris waits at the hotel for three hours. Chris moves up and down, and he looks deeply agitated.
Afful and the Captain sit still, looking at him intently. The Captain speaks.
The door is opening. I think they're done.
Chris bolts upwards and stares at the CCT screens. The door of Room 209 opens fully, and Effe and Darkwa walk out.
The old man is now wearing trousers and a white T-shirt. They embrace quickly, and then Effe turns and walks away.
Joshua looks after her, and then he makes a victorious sign by punching the air with his right fist. He turns and enters the room, and the door closes.
With a groan Chris dashes to the door. He grabs the handle, but Afful runs at him and grabs his arm tightly.
No, man, nooo! Don't confront her now! There are more things you got to know!
Chris punches Afful, sending him sprawling. Frantically he tries the door again, and this time it opens.
He begins to pull it open, but suddenly Captain Bosomtwe is on him, pulling him back.
Chris shrugs free and pushes the Captain against the door, causing it to slam shut again.
He clamps an arm against the throat of the Captain.
(in an enraged voice)
You keep the hell away from me? I'm going out there to speak to my woman, and I swear by my father's grave that if you try to stop me, I'll kill you!
He hurls the Captain away, and reaches for the door knob.
Afful, still rubbing his jaw, reaches into his coat and brandishes a pistol and points it at Chris.
Calm down, you inexperienced fool. Just calm down, or I swear you'll force me to use this!
Go right ahead and shoot! Shoot now, or I swear I'll take that gun from you and stick it up your ass so deeply that it'll replace your twisted backbone!
Afful's face is filled with fear now. His hands tremble, and he licks his fat lips apprehensively.
He shoves the gun into his belt and raises his hands.
Okay, Romeo, if that's how you want to play it, fine!
That's exactly how I wanna play it, punk!
Your girl defamed me, and made me lose my job. I only want you to know the truth about her, and although I know the truth hurts, you got a right to know.
Then why are you stopping me from speaking to her?
I was stopping you because the whole truth hasn't come out yet. If you confront her now she can deny all the charges. I want you to witness her shame in reality.
Chris ignores him. He opens the door and begins to step out.
Your fiancee is a stripper!
Chris freezes.
He grips the door handle tightly, and his teeth grate together with uncontrolled wrath.
He rushes at Afful and slaps him across the mouth. Afful crashes to the floor, and blood spurts from his mouth and nose.
Hey, man, stop that nonsense! Stop it right now or I'll have my men tear you to pieces.
Chris does not look at the Captain. He pulls Afful to his feet and draws back his right fist to smash the man's face in.
Afful, voice brimming with fear, begins to speak quickly.
It is true! It is true! She is not going home! She goes to the Gentlemen's Perk nightclub three days in a week. She strips, and men fondle her. Right now she is not going home! She is headed for the nightclub to make more money as a whore!
(screaming in agony)
Then let me show you! If you doubt me postpone this beating till we go to the nightclub right now, and then you'll know for real! Let's go right now!
With a roar of pain Chris flings Afful away from him with distaste. Chris falls to his knees and doubles over, clutching his stomach tightly.
Chris and Afful leave the Ocean Front Hotel in Chris's car. Afful is driving, and Chris takes out his phone.
What the heck are you doing now? Still calling her?
Shut the hell up and drive.
He dials and listens.
Hello, Steve boy. Look, pal, I can't be at home tonight, okay? Something cropped up. Will tell you about it tomorrow. Just listen, man!
He listens for a while again.
Look, simmer down, okay? I'll tell you about it tomorrow as I said. Listen, I think my house is not locked down well, and last night the security guy called in sick. Think you can go sleep at my place for me? Will be in tomorrow morning, I promise. Thanks, man. I owe you one. Goodbye.
To be continued..
Episode 17
Afful turns into a wide driveway, and is stopped by three gun-wielding guards.
Afful winds down the window and pokes out his head. The guards recognize him instantly gestures to him to drive through.
They park the car and get out. Chris looks around; his face looks pained.
This way, Romeo. I took great pains to become a member just for this day. I tell you this; it is mighty expensive being a gold card member of this club.
Chris looks shocked. Afful takes him through glass sliding doors, down a big lighted corridor filled with well-dressed people.
He leads him to a door marked PRIVATE, manned by two of the biggest muscle-bound men Chris has ever seen.
They are in black suits and sunglasses. Afful produces a membership card.
No need for that, Sir. We need to see your friend’s card!
Oh, he's a special invite. I'm introducing him so ... free pass!
The men do not smile, but again the other one who has not spoken steps forward and gives Chris a thorough check.
They let them through and enter a large, dimly-lit room filled with a lot of men.
Look at the great and mighty people queuing to watch sex shows and nude ladies. They are decadent souls, aren't they?
Chris does not speak. He watches as approaches a ticketing window and comes back with two passes.
This is very expensive, man. You can't believe just how much I paid to watch Sighing Sparrow. Oh, forgive me, that's Effe's stage name. Here, take a look at your pass.
With trembling hands Chris looks at his pass. It is a pass for a one hour show with Sighing Sparrow and friends.
And below the lettering, is a bust portrait of Effe. She looks beautiful and exotic, and she is naked to her shoulders; the tops of her breasts are also naked.
Chris trembles violently. He speaks in a totally dejected voice.
Oh, God, no!
Chris is directed through a glass door to a dimly-lit private viewing room.
There are high comfortable stools with back-rests and arced glass-topped tables.
Young women barely out of their teens and wearing air-hostess caps, short white skirts with matching long boots and skimpy bras walk from table to table, offering drinks.
There are a lot of viewing rooms, some replete with beds, housing the filthy rich who can afford a bed and a mate. The amount of screwing that goes on here cannot be matched by the Hollywood porn industry.
Chris notices that there is a performing stage, which is lighted and which now shows a very buxom white lady performing a striptease.
She is wearing only a pink G-String, and making lewd pumping actions with her crotch towards the men.
Mind you, the girls here are paid well. Effe is making a lot of...
(voice is vicious and filled with murder.)
One more mention of Effe's name and I'll kill you, Afful!
The white lady eventually peels her panties down her legs in a sexy way, and kicks it into the audience.
Now naked, she struts on the platform, gyrating her hips and presenting her privates to the ogling men.
She walks off the stage to loud applause and lewd remarks.
The lights dim, and when they come back on Afful speaks excitedly.
Yeah, man, that's my favorite girl! Sighing Sparrow in the flesh!
Chris bolts upright, and screams silently. His face contorts into ugly lines of deep pain.
Effe is on the stage. Her face is nicely made-up. She looks really stunning. She is wearing white panties and a matchng white brassiere.
On her head is a white cowboy hat, and her feet are adorned with white knee-length high-heeled boots.
Her lips are painted red, and she is doing a very sexy dance, gyrating her body in a lustful fashion and winding her behind in a most captivating way.
The men peel off Cedi notes and throw them unto the stage. It seems that Effe is a very popular performer.
Her hat comes off first, and this she throws into the crowd.
She continues to dance, and now she turns her back to the crowd and opens her brassiere hooks, and takes it off.
Still gyrating, she looks over her shoulder at the engrossed men, and then she turns slowly, her hands covering her lovely breasts.
She steps forward, bows, and suddenly her hands drop, and there she stands, exposing her breasts.
(in a whisper of agony.)
No, oh dear sweet Lord, Effe, oh no!
He jumps up and runs towards the stage.
Chris, no, stop! Don't do that!
He tries to hold Chris back, but Chris chops him across the throat with the edge of his open right palm and Afful falls down, gagging for air.
Chris is pushing people out of his way and running across the tables, sending plates, glasses and bottles flying.
People are screaming. Some try to stop him, but he punches them away.
On the stage Effe has kicked off her boots and her thumbs are now hooked into the straps of her G-String, ready to pull it down.
She is now fixed, staring with horror at Chris charging down towards her.
She covers her breasts, and then she turns and runs towards a door at the back of the stage. Chris lets out a fearsome yell.
Effeeee! Don't run, you snake! I’m gonna kill you!
Somebody grabs a wine bottle and attempts to brain Chris, but it misses his head and smashes painfully into his shoulder.
With a yell of fury Chris turns and slams a fist into the man's face, the man screams.
Chris jumps unto the stage. Effe is almost at the door.
Efffeeeee! Stop right there!
Chris runs after her, but suddenly two muscle-bound men in black tuxedos emerge from the door and bear down on Chris.
Two more bouncers climbed in from behind him
One lunges at Chris, catching him behind the knees and bringing him down hard unto the hard stage.
In a flash they are on him, raining hard blows on him. Chris can hear Effe's shrill screams.
No! Don’t hurt him! Stop it, please! Don’t hurt him!
Chris is aware of being lifted off the stage, and his phone falls down though he does not notice.
He does not struggle. They carry him out of the nightclub and hurl him into the air, and he falls down hard on the concrete.
He groans, and tastes blood in his mouth.
You keep outta this place. You show your ugly mug here again, we will stomp all over you, asshole!
Chris struggles to a sitting position. He realizes that they have brought him to the car park, and thrown him against his own car.
A shadow crosses his vision, and looks up warily. It is Afful. He is holding his throat where Chris has chopped him.
(speaking with pain.)
I guess our business is done, Romeo. I hope you realize now that getting me fired wasn’t worth it because your girl, the angel you thought you had, is nothing but a devil to the core. Taking the wool off your eyes has been physically painful to me, yeah, with all your damn karate stuff. But, man oh man, am I glad! That whore does not love you. She’s in it for the money, and now that you’ve caught her, I guess she will now elope with Bright, her childhood lover. Bye, Romeo, you shithead!
With that Jonathan Afful turns and walks away. Chris painfully gets into his car and drives off.
He stops the car after a while, and puts his forehead on the steering-wheel and cries his heart out. After a while he looks for his phone to call Steve, but he cannot find it. It is lost.
He is bleeding from his nose and from a cut in his scalp. He drives to Dr. Anaman’s clinic to have his wounds treated. He tells the doctor that he was in a fight with some thugs.
When he leaves the clinic he drives around aimlessly for a while.
Finally he heads home.
To be continued..
Episode 18
Chris parks his car behind two cars in his driveway. One of the cars is for Steve.
The other one is for Effe. Chris gets out of the car. He begins to limp towards the front door.
Okay, Effe. Good you’re here. Now you’re going to tell me WHY! Nothing else … just WHYYYY!
His front door is not locked, and he enters living-room, and then he stops dead with a shock so great that he has to hold unto the wall to stop himself from passing out on the floor.
Chris trembles, and his legs wobble. His eyes open wide, and his mouth gapes.
The lights are off, but the television is on, with muted sound, and it illuminates the floor clearly.
Effe is lying on the floor, moaning, and Steve is lying on top of her.
Steve is wearing only his boxers. Effe is fully clothed, but the buttons of her shirt are undone.
Steve is kissing her neck passionately. Lying on the floor are two empty glasses, a can of beer, and an empty box of non-alcoholic fruit drink.
Chris leans his head back until the dizziness clears, and then he reaches up and flicks on the lights, bathing the living-room with white light.
Steve jack-knifes off Effe, and whips his head round with shock.
When he sees Chris, his face crumples with acute shock. He jumps to his feet, walks forward, and drops to his knees in front of Chris.
Tears fall down his face immediately. Effe is still lying on the floor, looking up at Chris with a pained face.
She rolls unto her stomach, and then her body begins to shake uncontrollably with tears. Steve, still on his knees, reaches out and grabs Chris’ leg.
(in a voice shattered with pain and remorse)
Oh, God, Chris! Please forgive me, I beg of you. I was drunk when she came in. God, man, when I told her you called that you wouldn't be in tonight, she came on to me, man. She told this wild story about needing a lot of money for some shit, that she's always fancied me. I was very drunk, man, though that's no excuse! I couldn't resist her man! Oh, God, Chris, I'm so fucking ashamed. I'm so sorry, please, forgive me, man.
Tears roll down Chris' cheeks.
Get up, Steve.
Steve slowly gets to his feet. Chris suddenly swings at Steve, hitting him hard across the jaw.
The blow flings Steve to the floor, where he lies, dazed.
You are a shithead, man. There's no justification for going for my girl! I now know the sort of trash she is, but you had no bloody right. Now get the hell out of my house!
(desperate, his tears fall fast, and he clamps his hands together in a form of supplication)
No, no, Chris, man! I'm a disgrace, okay? Goddamn it, man, there's no justification! I deserve your anger and contempt, man, but please, please, Chris, I can't lose your friendship, man! You're the only brother I've ever had, man. Oh, please...
Forget it, Steve. I'm not mad at you. You deserved that blow, and so we're done. That girl on the floor ain't worth fighting over. I just want to have a word with her, so please, just leave. We'll meet tomorrow. I'll fill you in then.
Chris, please...
Just leave, man! I ain't got no beef with you!
Steve begins to dress up. Effe is still lying on face down, crying.
After a while she turns on her side, and tries to button up her shirt, but she is trembling so badly that her fingers cannot get the buttons into the holes.
She looks at Chris with huge eyes filled with such pain and horror that Chris shakes his head with wonder.
My, God, Effe! Who are you really? You're such an actress, aren't you? You deserve an Oscar for this performance. I know all about your dark life, so stop shitting me, okay? I'm going to get myself cleaned up, and then I'll come back and we'll have a real talk to end this fiasco, okay?
Effe tries to speak, opening her lips, but nothing comes out. Chris climbs the stairs to his room.
He goes straight to the bathroom and gets out of his clothes.
He gets under the shower, allowing the cold water to rain down on him.
He slips into his bathrobe, and when he enters the bedroom he suddenly hears a sharp pain-filled scream from downstairs.
Chris rushes out of his room and takes the stairs down two at a time. Another terrible sight meets his eyes when he gets to the living-room.
His mother is lying on the floor. Blood is streaming down her face, and she is holding a hand imploringly at Effe.
Effe is standing over his mother, holding a side-table in her hand.
Her shirt is still undone, and her face is bitter as she looks down at the elderly woman on the floor.
Chris runs to his mother's side and holds her.
Mom! Oh, Jesus, what happened?
There is blood all over her face now, and Chris is terrified.
His mother looks up at him, dazed. Her voice trembles as she speaks.
Oh, son! Keep her away from me! Please keep her away from me! Doctor Anaman called me and said he treated you. He told me you had been in a fight. I was so concerned and decided to come this night to check on you. I got here and your fiancée wouldn't let me in to see you! She wanted me to leave, and when I said I had to see you she went mad! She began fighting with me, and then she picked up that side table and hit me!
Chris' face is filled with uncontrollable wrath.
He gets to his feet slowly and faces Effe, who is looking at him with dazed, pained eyes.
His voice is spilling with fury and contempt.
That's it, Effe. I'm sending my mother to the hospital. Get out of here before I get back. I don't ever want to see you again!
Tears roll down Effe's cheeks. Her voice trembles.
Chris, you can’t do this. What have I done to you? Why are you being so cruel to me? Whatever it is, we have to talk, please. We need to thrash this out. It’s not what it seems like. I did not…..
Chris screams at her.
Get the hell outta of my house, you silly whore! You are no longer welcome to this house. It’s finished, Angel-Devil. Mission accomplished. The fool I have been.
Effe drops the side-table and recoils as if he has struck her.
Her voice is a terrified whisper.
I know all about your sordid life, Effe. Spare me the pain of going through all that mess. I am even ashamed to say what I know. You are really something else. I don't want to disgrace you in front of my mother, and I don't want the world to know just how dirty you are. Lie to your family, tell them anything, I don't care. The wedding is off permanently. I won't say a thing because I want to spare you the humiliation. Go on with your sordid life, girl, and stay the hell out of mine! We are done.
( body shaking with huge sobs.)
I don’t know what has come over you. I don’t know why you are doing this. If have unconsciously wronged you, I'm sorry. Whatever it is...
(voice is thunderous.)
I said get out!!
(moves towards him, wobbling badly.)
Honey, I don't know what's gotten into you but I can explain what...
I know what's going on! Effe. Don’t try your lies with me! The cat is out of the bag. The game is over.
Honey, let's talk! Even if we should part, it shouldn’t be like this. I truly love...
(slaps her hands away as she tries to touch him)
Don't touch me! Keep your damn hands to yourself, woman! Get the out of my house right now!
(voice a lost whimper now)
Get out, Effe! Go away from me!! I don't want to see your sorry face ever again. Get out before I murder you! I hate you. I curse the day I met you. Get out and leave me to my misery!
Effe turns and flees from the room, and Chris turns to his mother.
Tears spill down his face as he leans over her. There is pain on his face.
God, Mom, you're bleeding badly. Let me get my clothes and take you to Dr. Anaman!
To be continued..


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