Beauty and Gaston - The End

The sun shone brightly that day. In hindsight, I think that it was just the calm before the storm. Kwesi had been accusing me of cheating on him with Alvin for some time. I had no idea where he got that idea from since he never allowed me to step out of the house without an escort because he was afraid that I would run away. 

It didn’t help that Alvin had moved across the street three months ago, and Kwesi had caught him trying to talk to me on one of my trips to the market; never mind that I didn’t answer any of his questions and tried to go on my way.

That morning Kwesi seemed to be in such a great mood that he even made me breakfast and insisted that I ate at the table. Me? At the table? Huhn!

I knew that he was up to something, but I just decided to go with anything he said to avoid getting him angry. I should have known what he was planning to do because he kept on talking about how I could never leave him. After all, I had ruined his life.  

After I got disowned by my parents AND sister? after I had to drop out of Uni? I had ruined his life?

I don’t even remember how it all started. All I know is that I was in a lot of pain, and I knew that if I didn’t get out of that room, he was going to kill me. I tried to hide, but we had done this too many times, and he knew all my hiding spots.

He opened the cupboard door and pointed a gun at my head. He told me to come out and sit down at the kitchen table. I tried to tell him that I didn’t think that I could do that since I was in a lot of pain, but he forced me into the seat.

“Today,” he said, “we are going to be together forever,”

“I am going to continue tormenting you, and you won’t be able to get away from me.”

I was afraid, and he wasn’t even going to give me a chance to say goodbye to anyone. 

He shot me in the chest.

I know because I felt a pain that I have never felt before. Take this from a person who has a brand across her back. 

Then he shot himself in the head.

I don’t know why he decided to shoot me in the chest and not my head.

Maybe, he changed his mind after all. 

Maybe, he decided to give me a chance to get away from him. Maybe, he became sane for just one second. All that I know is that he gave me a chance to live.

I tried to call the police afterward, but he had disconnected all the phones. I don’t know how I managed to crawl to Alvin’s house. Kwesi had left the main door open. I guess that he wanted us found. 

Alvin refused to open the door no matter how hard I begged him, and he told me to go back to my husband, the one that I chose over him. I tried to tell him that Kwesi had shot himself, but he refused to budge and put off the lights. 

Kwesi had warned him to stay away from me because I manipulated people by telling them false sad stories to get them to feel pity for me. I was standing there that day, but I couldn’t defend myself because I was afraid.

After 30 mins of begging, I dragged myself to the edge of his hedge. I couldn’t go any further because I had to rest. I was tired, and I knew that I had lost a lot of blood. I could feel my eyes becoming heavier and heavier. I knew that Alvin would never forgive himself if anything happened to me, so I tried to stay awake longer, but I was fighting a losing battle.