Bloody Games

Chapter 1.

SMITH

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"My name is Smith Femi Akindele. I'm the twin brother to James Jimi Akindele. I'm from Lagos, Nigeria and I..."

James dragged my phone and ended my life video.

"What's that for?" I asked

"I know what you wanted to do. You wanted to announce to the whole world that we're leaving for London today" James said.

I rolled my eyes.

"So what's the bad thing there?" I snorted

Just when he was about to reply, Mum called.

"Smith and James"

"I guess breakfast is ready" James said and hurried off.

I sighed and followed him.

"James, your flight is by 12...so you need to hurry up so we can leave." Baba said in the dinning.

I and James exchanged puzzled glance.

I turned to Baba and asked; "Why did you specify James. I thought its suppose to be the both of us."

Baba shook his head, "not anymore".

Oh my God!

"What do you mean by not anymore!" I yelled and Baba shot me a hard glare.

"Sorry" I mumbled. He hates disrespect.

"Next time, if you ever yell at me. Trust me, you'll regret it" he said.

"Sorry Baba" James and I said.

Baba went back to his meal.

Mama was silent.

After a while, Baba said "Smith, your Mother and I have pondered about this and we think that it'll be best if we sent you both to different school. So you're no longer going to Cambridge. You'll be going to Harvard."

I stood up like someone possessed "That's not possible!" James and I screamed the same time.

Mama stared at us in shock.

"If is Harvard, then we are both going there. Same goes to Cambridge." James retorted.

"Have you guys lost your manner?" Baba questioned.

"The thing is that, there's no way I and James would be apart." I said.

Baba glared at Mama. "Talk to your boys." He said and left the table.

Mama looked at us with hurt in her eyes. "You guys are hurting your Dad"

I snorted "He's the one hurting us, he's trying to separate us"

"But is for your own good."

"How?" James asked.

"You won't understand" Mama said.

"Really? Is that what you have to say?" I yelled.

"James will be going to Cambridge today, While you'll be going to Harvard tomorrow. That's all I have to say" Mama said and stood up.

"No!!!" James yelled, he followed her as she walked away.

He was crying, cursing and pleading. He was screaming at Mama saying she planned all this. He accused her of trying to break the twin bond between us.

Then, he called her a witch.

*What?*

No one dare calls my mother a witch, not even my brother.

I sprung from my chair, jumped at James and gave him a hard punch.

Mama rushed to me and prevented me from giving him another.

James stared at me in shock.

I saw the blood on his lips and I felt like crying.

"Look, I'm sorry! I never meant to..." I said.

He looked blankly at me and then he walked away without saying a word.

"Look why I don't want you guys together" Mama said after James left.

"You've the hard hand. While James got the hard mind. If you guys are together, something might happen and you'll both hate yourselves. That's what I and your Dad is trying to avoid." Mama said.

This time I didn't argue with her.

By 12, Baba took James to the airport. By two, Baba came back.

"Where's James?" I asked, though I knew the answer.

"He's on his way to London" Baba answered curtly. Then he said "You'll be going to the US tomorrow."

I ran to my room, shut the door, sat on the floor and wept.

James never said a goodbye.

Just as Mama said, "His mind is as hard as stone".

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House was boring so I visited my friend; Tayo. He lives down the street.

I told him about my trip tomorrow.

"So real real, you guys are going abroad?" He said, bewildered.

"James is gone already. Mine is 18 hours from now."

"Wahala for us wey go school for Lagos." Akin said.

"So what about Adaeze?"

I sighed "That's why I came here. I'm handing her over to you. Protect her with your life" I said.

Tayo is the only person who I trust to watch over my girlfriend, Adaeze.

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When I got home, I headed straight to James' room which is now empty.

I spotted a small book on the floor.

I recognized it to be James' diary.

I was tempted to open it and I was overcame by the temptation.

I opened the first page and read. Something caught my attention. I read the next page.

My eyes widened.

I turned over to the next

I gasped.

I ended up reading, 15 pages.

After reading the fifteen pages, I understood why Mama said it wouldn't be good if we both stay together.

If he were here. He would've been dead.

His little diary has exposed him.

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Chapter 2

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"I mustn't put strangeness where there's nothing. I think that is the danger of keeping a diary: you exaggerate everything, you are on the lookout, and you continually stretch the truth."

-JEAN-PAUL SARTRE

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🤍_JAMES' POV_🤍

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The plane alighted 7:00pm.

I stood close and watch as the immigration officers searched my bags.

"What's this?" One of the officers asked, he was peering at the grounded egusi which Mama gave me.

"That's Egusi" I said as if he knew what it was.

"A good seed?" He asked, confused.

"E-GU-SI, not A Good Seed" I said.

"He looked more closely at it then showed his colleague, They touched it, pressed it and smelled it. After 15 minutes, they said to me "I'm sorry, but we'll have to arrest you"

"What?" I asked.

"We confirmed that this is some kind of drugs and we're afraid we'll arrest you for bringing it into our country"

For Real?

Imagine what these white fools are saying.

"I'm just coming from Nigeria. You can't arrest me!" I challenged.

"Is not like we're arresting you as in keeping you in jail. We just want to study this seed and make sure it isn't a harmful drugs. Meanwhile, you'll be detain in prison till the experiment is over." He explained.

"That's ridiculous. Wait I need to call someone" I brought out my phone and called Mr Orwell, the man who Baba said I should call once I reach the airport.

He's a very good friend of Baba and surprisingly, he's the vice chancellor of Cambridge University.

Mr Orwell was surprised when I told him I'm in London. He said he was supposed to be in the airport waiting for me but he thought our plane will reach later than now. He apologized and promise to be here in sooner.

Then I told him I'm about to be arrested by some strange officers.

"What????" He yelled.

"What are their names?" He asked.

"I... don't know" I stuttered.

"Look at their I.D cards you silly boy" he yelled.

I peered at the first man's ID card.

"Pete Walters" I said to Mr Orwell.

He said Ok and hung up.

It didn't take a minute when Pete phone rang. His face turned white immediately he answered the call.

He looked at me with wide eyes.

The next moment he was apologising profusely with his colleague.

They were both pleading that they were just doing their work.

I felt like a King.

Nigerian officers would never beg you, no matter what.

But the officers here are almost on their knees.

It didn't take long when A black jeep rode toward us.

A man came out with his escorts. Though I've not seen him before but I know too well that this man is no other than the great "Orwell Max".

"Are you Akindele's Son?" He asked as he came forward.

I nodded.

"Are these the men who harassed you."

Again, I nodded.

To cut the story short, the two officers are now in the jail...I guess.

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Mr Orwell's house is a typical example of a simple expensive house.

He welcomed me inside the mansion and told me to feel at home.

He told me that I'm lucky we came just in time for the family dinner

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"Hope you like the food" Mrs Orwell said with a smile.

I was tempted to tell her that I felt like throwing up.

Rather I smiled and said, "Is nice ma'am"

"I've you meet my children, Elizabeth and Mason?" Orwell asked.

I stared at the two people of my side who from their faces, you'll know that they obviously don't like as I'm here".

"Hello, Beth. Hey Mason" I said with my most polite voice.

The girl dropped her fork and glare at me "Is Elizabeth...not beth" she said sternly.

I felt like rolling my eyes. If Smith was here he would've called her "Beth" again, just to provoke her more.

Nevertheless, the girl is beautiful.

The boy too got the looks.

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Exactly 12:00, I was in my room (the room which Mr Orwell gave me), I decided to write somethings in my diary.

I opened my bag and searched for it.

To my greatest surprise, it isn't there.

No!

I prefer to loose my international passport than loosing my Diary.

Again, I rather show the whole world my nude pics than show a single person, my Diary.

There are things in it which are too deep.

Things which I can kill to protect anyone from seeing it.

But the Diary isn't here.

Where is it?

I shut my eyes tight and try to remember when last I used it.

Then reality hit me. I remembered that i forgot it in my room in Nigeria.

Holy Molly!!!!!🙀

I'm dead.

What if Smith sees it.

Oh Jesus, please help me!

I took my phone and called Bisi, the housemaid.

"Hello"

"Hello Bisi, can you do me a favor. I promise if you do this for me, I'll transfer 500,000 ASAP (as soon as possible)". I said hastily.

"500k!!!!" She screamed.

"Shh!!! Don't shout, someone might here you!" I hushed.

"What is you want me to do for you". She said with her incomplete English.

"Go to my room, as quietly as possible.. check around you'll see a hardcover book on the floor."

"Ok??"

"Take the book and burn it for me!" I said.

"Burn it???" She said with her Yoruba accent.

"Let all the pages turn to ashes."

"I'll do just that. But I'll first send my account number to you" she said.

I sighed "Ok".

After 15 minutes, Bisi called back

"Oga James, I no see any book oo, I search the room, everywhere...but there is no book."

"What????" I almost screamed. "What do you mean by, There's no book"

"I check but I no see. But I con ask..."

"Please use English" I snapped.

"Ok.. I asked Oga Smith, if he seen the book. He told me why I ask. I said you sent me to take the book and burn it...he pursued me and told me to get out. He told me he's with the book" Bisi said.

Jeeeeezzzzz!!!!!!!!

"You'll keep being an illiterate!!!" I swore.

"Oga you say?"

"Nevermind...!". I bit my lip hard and kept swearing silently.

"Oga, I've sent the account number ooo"

"May thunder destroy your lineage. Idiot!!!! 🤬" I fired and hung up in anger.

Oh my God, Smith would definitely kill me if he open that book. I threw my phone on the bed and brought out my laptop.

I logged into facebook.

Smith was online.

I held my breathe and typed.

"Hey bro" I clicked *send*

Immediate my message was marked blue, he read it but he didn't reply.

I tried again

"We need to talk" I send.

He read again. No reply.

"Please, Smith" I send.

He read, no reply.

Just when I was about sending again, I noticed that he was typing.

He typed for almost five minutes.

I waited anxiously and nervously.

Finally, his message came.

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TBC.

©Destiny

Chapter 3

"Unexpressed emotions will never die. They are buried alive, and will come forth later, in uglier ways."

-SIGMUND FREUD

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🖤_JAMES' POV_🖤

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When I opened the message I was so disappointed.

What Smith sent was just a full stop "."

After all those typing.

I didn't bother texting him again. I closed my laptop.

I tried to sleep but I can't.

The cold was freezing me. And the worst part is that the Air Conditioner was turned at the highest.

Just when I turned off the light and climbed the bed, my door opened.

Someone turned the light on and a boy walked in.

It was Mr Orwell son.

What's that his name sef.....

"Hey!" He said cordially.

"Hey" I said, getting up from the bed.

"Oh I'm sorry, you were sleeping. I'll leave just now" he apologized.

"I wasn't sleeping." I said "at least not yet. Is there anything important you want to say" I asked.

"Not really, I just thought you were bored to death, so I came for a little chit chat" he shrugged.

No wonder people in my country said, "Oyibo people talk with their nose."

This boy accent is something else. His English was fresh and very flawless.

"Oh that's what I really want. Chitchat" I smiled and he chuckled.

He sat in the chair opposite the bed where I sat.

"Your name?" He asked.

"James Jimi Akindele. You?"

"Mason." He said. "Sorry I and my sister were rude to you during supper"

"Rude? You hardly even say anything to me" I retort

"Yeah .. that's rudeness. Isn't it?"

I shrugged.

"You are from Ghana. Right?"

"Nope, Nigeria"

"Ohhh... Really? You look like a Ghanaian to me.'

"You look like an American to me" I said.

"I'm not an American. I'm British"

"I didn't say you're an American, I just say you look like them"

"How does an American look like?" He asked.

"How does a Ghanaian look like?" I retorted.

Then he understood the point. He started laughing.

I laughed too.

"You're really crazy, you know."

"I'll take that as a compliment!" I smiled.

"Well, there's a Ghanaian in Cambridge. I'm sure you'll like to meet him."

I thought about it... My fellow Africa in the school.

Sounds great.

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It was 1am.

I was pressed and I have no idea where the toilet is?

The house is just so large.

I wandered around and opened any small door I see.

Any door which I assume to be a toilet.

Finally I found a door.

It was inscribed "Convenience".

At last!

As I walked towards the door I was sure I heard sounds inside.

At first I thought it was someone whose faeces refuses to pass the anus.

Just like sometimes when Smith eats lot of carbohydrate. He'll spend his whole day in the toilet, moaning, groaning and crying.

I always stay outside the door and laughed him till he finished.

So maybe, that's what's going on inside.

I wanted to go back to my room, when I heard clearer.

Someone was saying something and crying at the same time.

I pinned my ear to the door and I heard; "Simon please...I love you".

It was a female's voice.

I counted 1, 2, and 3. Then I pushed the door opened.

I found Mr Orwell daughter (Elizabeth). She was on call.

She dropped the phone and stared at me with shock.

"You were eavesdropping" She accused.

I shrugged "I was hearing sobs, so I thought someone was in danger. I'm sorry if I intrude"

She gave a long head-toe look. Then she sneered and asked

"Who are you?"

"I'm James. I heard your call I was wondering who you were calling"

She scoffed "How's that your business?"

"I know is not my business but I was just wondering if...uhm ....I don't even know what I'm saying. Nevermind!"

She sneered and started leaving the restroom. I watched her as she walked away.

At a moment, she stopped and turned to me. "I was calling my boyfriend"

"Oh ..I thought as much. Seems you guys are no more." I said almost to myself but she heard me.

She gave me a last glare and left.

Did I forget to mention that she's the most beautiful thing I've seen.

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🤍_SMITH_🤍

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Adaeze came just before we left for the airport.

"I came just in time. You didn't even bother calling me that you're about leaving" She gave me a hug a light kiss on my lips.

I hardened my face.

"I heard is not Cambridge anymore. Is now Harvard." She said.

I said nothing. She hadn't noticed my mood.

"It must be hard to be far from your brother"

I bit my lips as she said this.

I felt like asking her right away!

But I decided to wait.

"Seriously Smith, to be honest; I'm afraid." She mumbled "I'm afraid that you'll leave me for some whit girl when..."

"Will you shut up!!!!" I yelled.

She stared at me in shock.

I've never yelled at her.

"How long have you been sleeping with my brother?" I asked suddenly.

She was more even shocked.

"Your brother??"

"No..my grandfather" I said sarcastically.

"What are you talking about?"

"You've been having an affair with James, say the truth and don't pretend"

She said nothing. She came to me and hugged me tight, while crying.

I felt like hugging her back, close to myself. Rather I stood still.

Until Mama came and coughed a little behind us.

"You've a flight to catch" she said.

She was already dressed.

Adaeze freed her hands from me and stared straight in my eyes.

"I'll be waiting for you!"

I took my luggages and followed Mama to her car.

Adaeze followed me, she was sobbing.

I don't know if she was crying because I'm leaving or because I've found out that she's having an affair with James.

We drove off. Leaving her in the compound.

"That's not a nice way to say goodbye to your girlfriend" Mama said.

I sighed "She was having an affair with James."

"Hm"

"Why the *hm*?" I asked.

"You and James are still too young to be having girlfriends"

"Young? I'm 19 for God's sake."

Mama said nothing. "Always remember to call me. Don't go to Harvard and forget your mother" Mama said.

I was marvelled with the sudden change if subject.

"I won't forget you, Mama. I'm not James"

James hated Mama for some reason which only him and her knows.

While I hated Baba. The reason is obvious, he don't like me, he says I'm too stubborn and always blame Mama for spoiling me.

So that's it. I and My Mother are one. While James and his father are 1.

Hence, that's why Baba never bothered to escort me to the airport.

Even this morning, the only thing he said to me was "When you get to the airport, ask for Mr Wellington. He's expecting you. I hope all your things are set. Be a good boy and don't be stubborn. I've sent you enough money that can last you for the rest of your life."

I wonder if 3 Million Naira would be able to last for the rest of my life.

If I convert it to Dollar, I'm not sure if is up to 10,000.

"The house will be empty without you guys" Mama said sadly.

"Not like this is the first time we're leaving home." I rolled my eyes.

James and I have never stayed a full year at home. From our Primary to Secondary school, we attended boarding school. In different part of the state.

"This is different." Mama said and I know it was true. This is damn different

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Few Hours Later,

I got a text from James

📩 Hi Bro... Good morning, I just feel like checking on you📩

I snorted after reading it. He wanted to check if I've read the whole diary.

I didn't reply the message. He had been sending since yesterday night and my only reply was a "."

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🖤_JAMES_🖤

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You'll think Nigeria university are beautiful, until you see a foreign one.

CAMBRIDGE UNIVERSITY is a typical example of beauty.The Best University in the world.

I was shown my class by the Vice Chancellor himself (Mr Orwell).

Every student in the class has a laptop. I'm grateful I brought mine.

"Welcome Jimi, to the computer science class." The lecturer who was on the class, said as I settled down.

"I'll prefer you call me by my English name, James" I said.

He shook his head "Jimi sounds better. You're a Nigerian right?"

I nodded and the whole class gasped.

Why?

"That's my favorite country. They've good writers there, let's take Chinua Achebe for example. You know he was my very good friend. I was the one who typed his first novel, *Things Fall Apart*"

"Really?"

"Yea" the old lecturer nodded proudly.

"Seems you both are pretty close"

"Of course. We both schooled at..."

"Sir are you going to teach or you'll keep talking about Nigeria." A girl rudely interrupts.

I turned back and stared at her.

She glared at me.

The whole class too, glared at me.

I knew suddenly that I'm going to make enemies in this school.

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🤍_SMITH_🤍

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"Hostel C, Room 12"

That was my room in Harvard.

I finally found the room after searching for two hours.

I knocked on the door. No one answered.

I sighed and waited.

Then I knock again.

The door opened and a boy poked his head out.

He was shirtless and sweating.

He gave me a questioning look.

"I'm Smith, I'm supp___"

"Oh, you're the new roommate. Come in" he said.

As I got in, I suddenly knew the reason why he was sweating.

A girl was getting dressed up and she too was sweating.

I thought white girls don't sweat.

The girl smiled at me and left.

There were four beds in the room.

"Who else lives here" I asked the guy.

"Joel and Theo. Joel owns this bed, while Theo owns this." He said pointing at the two bed beside me.

"I guess, mine is this one" I pointed at the fourth one.

He shook his head. "I'm sorry that's mine, yours' is this one...but is messed up. I'm sorry I messed it up, I'll just arrange it and change the duvet if you'll give me a minute.

For Real ? 😳

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It was my bed he used in shifting someone's womb.

I looked at the duvet. It was wet with Semen and Orgasm.

"Yuck" I grimaced. "I'm going to report this to the school authority." I started heading out.

"If you try that, I'll kill you now" he said behind me. His voice has lost it cool.

I turned to him and to my greatest surprise he was pointing a gun at me.

"You've a gun?" I widen my eyes.

He lowered the gun and threw it on the bed.

"Everyone has a gun in this room. And be careful cause if it were Theo you threatened to report, he would've killed you immediately." The guy said, then quietly, he changed the Duvet and replaced it with another.

I waited, I watched.

After he was done, he smiled at me and said "I'm Jack and you are??"

My mouth wavered as I said "Smith."

For some reason, I wished James was here.

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🖤_JAMES_🖤

After school, I noticed that a small crowd gathered around someone.

"What's going on?" A Chinese or Japanese guy asked me.

I shrugged. "No idea."

Soon, I ran to the scene and found a girl writhing on the floor, her mouth was foaming.

I thought it was only in Nigeria where crowd gathered and look at someone who is dieing without bothering to take the person to the hospital.

But London is the worst.

A girl is obviously dying and everyone was just around her, looking.

It took me some time before I recognizes the girl to be Elizabeth, the only daughter to Mr Orwell.

I sprung into action, I lifted her up and asked someone "where is the school, clinic?"

Everyone pointed at the east.

I ran with speed, carrying Elizabeth on my shoulder.

I knew it was attempted suicide.

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Tbc