The Spawn…

AARON ANSAH-AGYEMAN

THE SECOND SIGHT

THE SPAWN

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EPISODE 13

Yaw Boat left Apaso on the dawn of Monday.

His heart was heavy and he left in a hurry. He just picked up a backpack that was always packed for emergency travelling, and left the house in his huge Escalade.

The only stop he made was at the house of the housekeeper that came in to clean up for him; incidentally, her brother was the caretaker too. Boat informed them he would be gone for at least half a year. He told them their monies would be paid to them every month at the bank and gave them generous amounts in an envelope as bonus.

They wept and hugged him, and expressed the wish that he would come back soon. The housekeeper was particularly saddened because she had grown to love Boat as a son.

Leaving Apaso behind had been hard, extremely hard!

His whole being cried out for Esi in a way that both baffled and pained him. It was not as if he loved her, no, not that. His heart would always be for Nicole, always. That aspect had been settled a long time ago, and it was this great love that had forced him to leave Nicole behind. She was the only rhythm in his heart, and for as long as he drew breath, she would be the only woman he desired constantly.

Thoughts of Nicole always hurt him because of the quandary he was in. There were times he wondered if she had moved on, if she had found someone else and settled. That would have been the best, he knew, and that was what he was aiming for. By sacrificing the love he felt for her, he was giving her a chance to live, to be happy and to have an ordinary blessed life.

And yet each time he thought of someone else with her, touching her, kissing her, making love to her, his blood ran cold and he found it hard to breathe. Even after more than a year, the thought of her with someone else terrified him!

So, basically, love for Esi was out.

But she was a woman he was attracted to fiercely, and this scared him. There had been temptations ever since he left Nicole, but they had always been under control. He had been able to move away from them.

However, with Esi Eduafo, things were not quite that easy. Her touch, her lips on his, her body in his arms…they were driving him crazy. His need for her was physical and frightening, and he knew that if he were alone with her, he would definitely not be able to control himself.

And so, he fled!

Boat did not try to analyse his feelings for her.

He knew it was not holy, and it was not right. It was absolutely sinful, the bare essence of lust and wanton debauchery, driven by a force that was unclean. Evil forces were massing up and drawing him into a battle he did not want, and he knew that on some macabre level, his insatiable lust for Esi was all part of the evil scheme of things.

He wanted to stop over and give her money and even say goodbye, but he knew he could not take that chance. When he was far away from her, he would call her and wire some money to her.

But, in the meantime, he fled!

He sped away from Apaso and kept driving until the serene town was about ten towns away before he stopped driving. He was feeling tired and hungry so he decided to spend the rest of the day at the town he came to called Akyenso.

Yaw Boat stopped at a restaurant and took some food, and then he drove to a modest hotel and found a room. The receptionist was a beautiful middle-aged woman who had a strung-out look about her. She smiled genially enough and was respectful, calling a young man to help him with his backpack after signing him into Room 21.

“Enjoy your stay, sir,” she said as she handed over the key to him.

She smiled, but her eyes were sad and reddish as if she had cried for a while.

Yaw Boat sighed and turned away from the desk and made to follow the hotel potter who was carrying his bag. He walked ten paces and then he stopped and stood still for about a minute. People who were walking around stared at him with frank admiration because his handsomeness was quite extraordinary. His allure and charisma with that mysterious regal aura around him made people stare at him with frank admiration.

Yaw Boat finally turned and walked up to the receptionist’s desk again.

She had picked up a bag and was handing over to one of her colleagues. It was evident that she was in a hurry to leave.

Boat stared at her, and eventually the two women stopped speaking and looked at him.

“May I help you, sir?” asked the new woman, her name tag identifying her as Karen.

The elderly one who had checked Boat in was Betty.

“Forgot something, sir?” Betty asked with another broad smile on her beautiful face.

“That man is a liar,” Yaw Boat said softly.

They were both startled, and they exchange puzzled looks.

“What are you talking about, sir?” Karen asked, and without looking at her Yaw Boat pointed a finger at her.

“You will remain silent, and you will not remember any of this,” Boat said softly, and immediately Karen turned away and sat down stiffly in a high-backed stool.

“You’re going upstairs to sleep with a rich man,” Yaw Boat told the startled Betty. “He’s going to record you and sell the tape of the two of you sleeping together over the internet. It will bring disgrace to you, and to your husband and your two children.”

Karen could not speak.

She just went absolutely still as the bag dropped from her hand and clattered on the floor. Her lips trembled violently as tears began to flood her face fast.

“Oh, my God!” she cried as her lips chattered uncontrollably. “How did you know about that, sir?”

“He’s been doing that to a lot of married women and ruining their marriages,” Yaw Boat continued. “I’ll tell you this once…don’t go to him and don’t sleep with him.”

“My daughter is dying!” the woman cried fiercely as her heart broke. “She needs surgery! Mr. Asante promised to give me the money if I would sleep with him just once! I’m not a prostitute, sir! I’m a Christian and I don’t sell myself that cheaply. But if I don’t do this my daughter will die! We need the money! Please, sir, I don’t know who you are, but you just delved into my heart’s most shameful secret! Please, in the name of God, help me!”

Boat looked at her with very cold eyes.

“And you think turning yourself into a soiled sheet is any vindication for saving your daughter’s life?” he asked in a voice filled with contempt.

He took a white envelope from his top pocket and put it on the desk.

“There’s a check in there,” he said coldly. “Give it to your husband. In a minute you will receive a call from him, and he will tell you that Mansa, your daughter, just got out of that hospital bed. Go home, and be a mother and a good wife. You make me sick!”

He turned away from her as she took the envelope with a trembling hand, and just then her telephone rang. She looked at the screen and then at Boat’s retreating back.

It was her husband!

She put it to her ear.

“Richie?” she whispered.

Her husband was weeping with joy at the end of the phone.

“Mansa just got up from the hospital bed!” her husband said in a choked, passionate voice. “Her swollen head…is all gone! Oh, my God did it! He listened to our prayers, darling! Mansa is well! She wants food!”

“I’m coming home, Richie!” Karen whispered in agony just as Betty snapped out of her lethargic amnesia and asked what was happening. Karen paid no heed to her as she raced out of the reception area and ran furiously toward Boat. She caught his arm and when he turned around, she fell down instantly on her knees and bowed her head. Her shoulders shook as she wept bitterly.

“Thank you, sir!” she whispered fiercely. “Everything…came true! Mansa is…well!”

“Get out of my sight, woman!” Boat said grimly. “Whatever happened is because your husband has been faithful to the God he serves.”

She nodded hard several times.

“I’ve never believed in God!” she whispered frantically with a broken heart. “Oh, I do now! I really do now, and I’m going to serve Him as strong as my heart can!”

Boat walked away from her without another look.

His dark mood was permeating his soul, making him restless as usual. He knew something evil was approaching, and this was a premonition he trusted, a sixth sense that always came true.

He entered the comfortable room and tipped the porter. When he was alone, he quickly undressed and went straight to the bathroom. He turned on the cold shower and stood still as the icy coldness washed over him.

He sighed deeply when the glass door across the shower suddenly slid open, and Esi Eduafo stood there.

Her face was shattered and swollen, evident that she had cried hard. Her lips trembled as she gazed at him, and she looked so forlorn and broken that Yaw Boat sighed again.

“You shouldn’t have come,” he said coldly.

She nodded.

“I went to your place at dawn,” she whispered. “I could not sleep. Truth was, I needed to be with you…and then I saw your car at the fuel station just before the turn to your house, and I knew you were leaving me. I…I chartered a roving taxi and just…just followed you.”

“Then you must have seen me going to my housekeeper’s house,” Boat said coldly. “You could have spoken to me then.”

She raised an unsteady hand and brushed tears from her cheeks.

“I didn’t…want that,” she whispered softly, and then she looked fully into her eyes. “Why do I feel this way towards you, Yaw Boat? Why? I’m dying inside here! I can’t think straight, and I can’t function, Yaw! Why are you leaving me?”

He looked at her calmly as the cold water continued to wash down his amazing body.

“I’m sorry, Esi,” he said levelly. “My life is not meant to be part of your romantic inclinations. I’m not a man you want to be with.”

She shook her head once.

“I don’t care what you do,” she whispered painfully. “Unless…there is someone else.”

“There is,” Boat said calmly. “And there can’t be another apart from her, but I left her too, to spare her. I’m sorry, Esi. This can’t be.”

She took a deep shuddering breath.

“So be it, then,” she whispered. “I’ll let you go, Yaw, in the morning. Tonight, however, you will love me.”

And then she reached down and pulled off her blouse.

She was wearing no bra, and her proud breasts smiled exotically at him.

“Don’t, Esi, please,” he whispered in a tragic voice. “I haven’t done this in over a year, and you will put me in grave danger if you don’t help me out here. If you care about me, please, don’t do this.”

He spoke weakly, faintly, because already his body was responding to her. She looked at him and his heart sank at the resolve on her beautiful face. She hooked her hands into her skirt and pulled it down. Her sheer white panties accentuated her incredible curves and he barely breathed as she slid it down her long, smooth legs.

Naked and trembling, she moved in and faced him. The water from the shower fell on her, plastering her hair and turning her into an incredibly desirable angel.

“This other woman…she must have suffered very hard if you left her like you are leaving me, and she deserves you,” Esi whispered painfully. “Find her, Yaw, and put her out of her misery because no woman should feel that kind of pain. I might not see you again, but tonight, I deserve this memory.”

She wound her arms around his neck then and moulded herself into him. As she kissed him tenderly with her heart on her lips, her right hand dropped low, and she took him in her hand and caressed him gently, sweetly, her fingers filled with ice and fire at the same time.

And finally, after more than a year, Yaw Boat lost the battle against his flesh. His life had been hard, painful, scary and absolutely abnormal. He was a man who had not fully been able to exorcise his past and grab his destiny, and so it had been appallingly difficult for him to live with the divine gift he had been filled with.

And so, he held the woman and crushed her to his body. She moaned with pleasure as his lips claimed hers totally and his hands roved over her silky body.

And so, lost in the throes of the needs of the flesh, he carried her wet body to the bed, and she entangled herself with him fiercely, abandoning her inhibitions and giving him every inch of the fire ravaging her body…

They gave, and they took from each other in a moment where only the two of them mattered…

But they had no idea that on the roof of the hotel, as it began to rain hard in the night, and as thunder boomed and lightning flashed, a massive number of strange white crows with glowing eyes emerged from the sky, one after the other, and landed with soft thuds. One after the other they flew down without making any sound and landed on the roof, their evil red eyes glowing with intensity.

And soon, another pair of eyes that looked like burning fire dropped from the skies, and Duke Swallows slowly began to take form until he was fully visible.

Dressed in black suit and a black shirt with a black Stetson, huge and absolutely foreboding, he looked down and saw Yaw Boat on the bed fornicating.

The look that crossed the face of Duke Swallows was darker and ominous than the rain, thunder and lightning combined!

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