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From the moment he pulled up in the driveway, he knew something wasn’t right. Not to mention the fact his mum hadn’t replied his calls. Fifteen to be exact. His mother always answered phone calls. She was a paranoid freak. The fear of being killed by a psychopath was never far from her mind. So much for watching Crime shows. There was the Foxtel planner to prove it: Crimes that shook the world, characteristics of a serial killer, how to spot a psychopath... the list went on and on.
Paio took the house keys out of his pocket and turned the lock. It was then he realised he himself had just locked the door. The door had never been locked.
He turned the key again and slowly tried opening the door. He grunted as he began forcing the door back, trying to get through. He stopped when he saw his father lying on the floor, with a gunshot to the head.
“Paio.” He turned around to find Abena behind him.
“Oh God. What happened here?” He was still numb, unable to comprehend what he was seeing.
“Pack your bags. We have to leave.” He looked her in the eye trying to find something....he just didn’t know what it was.
Abena cut him off. “She’s after us.” Paio didn’t have to ask. He knew who she was talking about. It was then he realised what he was in the middle of. He was a fly, trapped in Hua’s web. She had him. She had Abena.
Abena’s eyes widened when she saw he was about to fall. “Paio!” She hurried towards him, catching him just in time. She wrapped her arms around his waist as the first tear drops fell. She felt his arms coil around her back as he clung onto her, like a child for comfort.
She let him cry.
She looked at the lifeless body of the man she had come to love, lying on the white carpet, turned crimson, stained with his blood. Rest in paradise, she thought as she looked away.
“Paio we need to go.” She looked him in the eye, and softly wiped a stray tear from his cheek. She stood on her tip toes and kissed his nose. “It’s going to be fine.” He shook his head stubbornly. Abena squeezed his hand. “We need to go. Hua’s after us.”
Paio sighed heavily. “Where’s my mother? What about her?”
Abena’s heart dropped. Her eyes clouded with tears. “She’s with the angels now.”
Paio’s jaw tightened. He tried. He didn’t want to cry. Not again. He failed.
Just as Abena saw a tear fall, he wiped it away angrily. “I need to pack.” He carefully made his way to his room and stuffed some clothes, shoes and essentials with him, including a photo of his parents. He grabbed his emergency wallet with him, and thanked God for the fact he had lots of money in his credit card.
He went downstairs with his large duffel bag and saw Abena standing by the window, staring outside into the world beyond the glass. It was then he realised she was the main target, not him. Hua wanted her out of the picture.
“Abena.” He hugged her and kissed her forehead. “No one’s going to hurt you. Not while I’m here. I promise.”
She nodded. She was barely registering what was going on.
Paio took her into one of the three garages in the compound. Turns out his dad had an obsession with cars.
“What are we doing?” Abena’s eyes kept darting around searching for signs of Hua.
“Hua knows what my car looks like. I think it’s best we take another car.” He opened the door to a black car. Abena didn’t know its model. She knew nothing about cars. “Where’s your bag?” He asked, seeing she didn’t have it with her.
Abena’s eyes widened. “I think I left it in the kitchen. Hang on, I’ll be back.” She hurried inside the house and picked up the bag. She quickly grabbed a large plastic bag and emptied out the contents in the fridge. She and Paio would need it later. As she closed the fridge door, the window beside the fridge caught her eye. I SEE YOU, it read, scrawled in blood.
Abena screamed, almost losing her footing.
Paio came running in. “What’s wrong?” Abena didn’t reply. She shakily pointed to the window. Paio grabbed her bag, and the nylon filled with food and ushered her out the door.
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