The Heart of Revenge by Richie Drenz

Author:Richie Drenz [Drenz, Richie]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: erotica, jamaica, jamaican author, caribbean, heart of revenge, caribbean author, 50 shades, r, jamaican book, richie drenz, fifty shades, (¯`'•.¸//(*_*)\\¸.•'´¯)
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 20

The Heart of War

by: Pinky

Everybody in the church hung their mouth wide almost touching the floor. They screamed, faces dismantled, nobody moved. Everybody froze; their eyes big and open, two pools of alertness. They were petrified to see what will happen next. Some covered their eyes.

When mi look at it, it look like it’s just the people that Qwan bring that covering up their eyes, or were looking away in disgust, like they were all virgins to these things, first time they witnessing these hooligan-ish behaviour up close and personal, but my friends different. All of them shuffled up to the front and at the edge of the aisle, closer to the action, don't want miss a thing. If a pin drop they wanted to see. Munchy was the closest, almost in the middle, despite the deathly danger approaching she wanted to be the referee, right in the middle.

Mi did hear the footsteps bolting behind me, but mi never expect this, mi never prepare for this calamity. He wasn’t slowing down, he came closer and closer and the crowd got even more frightened crying out,

“Jesus Christ! No! She dead!”

“Murder! Murder!”

Mi want run but mi can’t move. My belly moved, griped, a fart slipped out, loud. His tie was blowing over his shoulder and in less than a second, the coward Nathan reached mi with a broad sharp machete in his hand above his head. A next fart went off. Bad gas. From mi look into Nathan’s eyes mi know something wrong with the man, Leelia would describe Nathan’s eyes as inoculated with manic dement. I say they looked like a mad man on the loose.

Mi foot couldn’t even budge, right or left, none of them could move the way I was frightened stiff. My eyes went wider as he swung the machete down to chop me. I wanted to run like a thieving rat for my life, but somehow, I just couldn’t move. My feet ceased up and were glued down to the tile. So too was the rest of my body perfectly unmoving. I saw Mr. Death grinning at the tip of the machete and my heart galloped straight through my nose, but my feet still wouldn’t gallop, it would not move an inch. Doomed.

The machete swinging to my face. Helpless. My hands empty, no flowers pot, the blade looked sharp enough to slice hair. I do the only thing I could do. Fart. Mi Shut my eyes and wait on the chop as the blade is about to chop my face. Then I heard a,

‘DOOP! DOOP!’

Ms. Merl collapsed and hit the benches at both sides of her before hitting the floor. My heart start shit up itself when I opened my eyes and saw the machete was almost into my flesh. Memories of my sons flashed infront my eyes as the blade was getting bigger and bigger in my eyes. Who would take care of my sons? I wanted to piss in the church when I felt the chop, before it even reach mi, landing right into the center of my forehead.

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