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```Reviews on previous parts```
*It was all a premurder picture with scenes moving too fast on a wide scale with a blunt indicator. No-one really knows what Luta is up to. With hopes we believe this part will paint us a better picture to determine what to think of LUTA*
**Will Mercy be dead before night fall or will Debby be the actual victim. This part will let us in on all that** *ENJOY!*
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IN MY HEAD PART4
The meal wasn't a thing to talk about, because they had none; just juice and nothing alcoholic.
Debby had gone past the feeling that the friendship was going to be one-sided. With the way she felt, she could envision them becoming lovers the next morning.
She would work out a night to stay with him, and play every possible trick to have him take her through the pleasure of the night, in his arms.
It was less of a difficulty to wave down a bike, since it was just some few minutes to six. The clouds gathered quickly, looking like an anticipation for a heavy downpour. It was very obvious it was going to be delayed for hours, except nature jabbed at them an unexpected joke.
Luta had his series in mind more than anything else. He wasn't going to be anywhere away from the LED screen once it was seven.
He was in a hurry.
He asked the first bike man he waved down, about the rally and the easiest route they could take. He felt satisfied, hearing they could use a bikeable route now.
It was a quick journey, with Debby squeezed between the bike man and Luta. The gallops and the fuel attendant, whose gaze was too weird to not birth a question, made it all worse. If you asked Debby about the journey, she would wash off the quick 'it was a terrible experience' with a grin, and say nothing afterwards.
She seemed to have an ulterior motive.
Luta could only think that, as he put the whole puzzle together during the terrible ride home.
He was used to the bad road stretching across the routes in his street, that it wasn't a thing to think about.
She asked for his number, and fixed a date. He was two hours late, but she waited. He asked her to come over to his house and she did, without any objection. It was just not right, but he was sure of his safety, knowing there was nothing she would want to do. He was going to be done exploring the fantasy he had up in his head, before she would be able to think of executing her plans.
Right in front of Luta's flat, Debby's phone rang out loud, as Luta was trying to open up his door. His key was deep in the lock, as he looked back at Debby's face. He kept the door unlocked, with his hands against the handle.
"I am busy right now." She said into the phone's mouth piece. She listened to the voice from the other end, as a thick frown grew on her face, till it became rigid and expressionless.
"Fine!" She said firmly in a rage, as she ended the call. Luta looked back at her and the gaze he got was too clear, that he read every line of her words before they dropped.
"I am sorry. I have to be on my way now." She said, turning away to use the exit of the balcony and the main gate.
Luta stood there for a minute, not making a move. He then entered his house disappointed, after a few more minutes. He dropped the fuel as there was light and watched the time, feeling unfulfilled. He guessed that his game was up. He took cornflakes for his growling stomach, and hit the couch in his living room, then switched on his TV to continue his series.
The series continued at about a scene from where he stopped.
Mercy got home later than she thought this time with her friend, Lucy. After they had gone through the stress of finding the key to unlock the door, Mercy threw herself on the couch.
She stepped out of her heels, and narrowed her gaze at the doorway. Lucy was standing there, glaring at the disorganized room.
Mercy pulled up her gown and soon had it off, leaving her with just a black bra and her tights. Next to her, was a heap of clothes she had taken in, when she was about going out. She searched through it vigorously, till she recovered a light yellow top. Then she pulled off the bra, and wore the top. Afterwards, she adjusted her hair.
She was done with all that, before she noticed Lucy was with a bottle of cold water, quenching her thirst.
"I think I need to talk to Luta."
"Don't even think about it." Lucy fired with a high pitch. She tried to get the anger hooked from her tone, as she spoke again.
"Baby..." She took a deep breath, knowing how complicated it was. She had known Mercy for years. They had been friends for a while; attended the same secondary and kept in touch while in separate universities. She knew Mercy would never leave out on her decision. Now that she had decided to see Luta that night, nothing was going to stop her.
"Do what you like." Lucy said. She grabbed her bag and paced the room, forgetting her cell. She returned to pick it and was sure she didn't forget anything else, before she hit the road for her apartment, which was just a ten-minute drive away.
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Luta had never been this thrilled at any point of his life.
His eyes were glued to the TV and he didn't get past any scene.
He loved the way the main character treated this lady. He was someone like him; betrayed by women, stabbed by women, implicated by women, all for the sake of his good looks and money.
This was the craziest! After he drugged her, he raped her overtime; going over the 6th round. Then he slashed her throat, and with her blood, he wrote on his diary, her name.
Luta's phone rang out at the end of that scene and he had to look away. He stretched to pick up his phone, then smiled at the caller's ID.
'Stella'
Nothing was going to stop him from hitting the road that night, but he was a bit confused on where to start.
He used the note application on his phone to check if he had correctly documented Debby's address, while she was open to every question he had asked her, in the restaurant that evening.
© Godwin Okhuoya
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