Love Hates…

AARON ANSAH-AGYEMAN

LOVE HATES

A CHRISEFFE BLISS

[avatar]

The Author

EPISODE 7

[wp_ad_camp_1]

The man in the jacket cursed as he gently put Effe aside and walked furiously toward Chris.

“Hey, you bastard!” the man said in heavy English. “That’s no way to treat a lady! You will apologize to her immediately.”

He put a hand on Chris’ shoulder and grasped him, and then he spun Chris around, obviously intending to force him to apologize.

Chris Bawa allowed himself to be spun around and when he completed the full circle, he slammed a devastating right blow into the man’s jaw with such brute force that the huge man’s legs crumpled and he smashed to the floor, knocking over the bar stools amidst stunned cries from the people around.

 

He lay on the floor dazed as a trickle of blood seeped from his nostrils.

Wailer Vroom rushed to the scene and pushed Chris back with a disapproving look on his face.

“Jeez, Chrissy, what the fuck is the matter with you?” Wailer asked coldly as he bent over the fallen man. “Get out of here, Chris!”

Chris Bawa bumped another cigarette out calmly, put the lighter to it, and then his extremely cold eyes bored viciously into Effe.

“Stay the fuck away from me,” he hissed coldly, and then the turned and walked out of the rest shop.

Effe was shivering badly now as she looked at Chris’ retreating back.

 

She was no longer angry at his treatment of her. She was afraid now, afraid that he had such hatred for her packaged in him, and beginning to realize what a formidable enemy he was.

Indeed, she had not expected him to welcome her with open arms after what had happened, but this seething and raw hatred was more than she had bargained for, and for the very first time, she questioned her motives for going into Chris Bawa’s life, and wondered if, perhaps, she had not made the greatest mistake of her life when she crossed him eight years ago.

Morally, she knew she had done the right thing. She had wanted to teach him a lesson he would not forget, a lesson that perhaps would make him take stock of his life and change into a better edition of himself.

 

But it seemed it had only brought out the worst form of the beast in Chris Bawa, and suddenly she was indeed afraid of him.

It would do to keep out of his way for the rest of the trip, and that was exactly what she was going to do!

***

Effe marched purposefully toward the truck.

She was shaken, to say the least, at how wicked, brutal and downright savage Chris Bawa had become. They had just finished patching up the big fellow Chris had attacked.

Luckily, there had been a doctor around who had a kit in his car, and he had managed to stop the big man’s nose bleeding.

Effe had learned that the big man’s name was Hamid, and she later thanked him for supporting her and expressed her sympathies for the beastly manner Chris had treated him.

 

Hamid smiled at her with bloodstained wool sticking out of his nostrils and assured her it was always an honour to help a lady in distress, and that Chris had only caught him by surprise.

The situation had almost become nasty with several of the Libyans in the shop quite angry at this treatment of their national by the black West African, and several had tried to carry the fight to Chris.

But Wailer and Mike had been calm under the pressure, and had gently but firmly calmed down the agitated people. Hamid had also gotten to his feet and told the people in rapid Arabic to be calm and let the devil of a man go.

 

Effe was aware, however, that despite their bravado, none of the angry people had really relished the prospect of carrying the fight to the huge man who had dished out such horrible punishment to their compatriot with just one blow; they were scared of Chris, a classic case of who would bell the cat.

She found Chris standing near his truck and making a call with his cigarette stuck to one corner of his mouth, almost completely smoked now.

He turned slowly, faced her and fixed her with his cold eyes.

Behind her the other men approached rapidly.

Chris dropped his cigarette butt and stepped on it.

“I’m coming in your truck, Chris,” Effe said with eyes blazing.

 

“No, you’re not,” he grated out bitterly. “You’re not even coming with any of us. You will get your bag from Mike’s truck, and you’ll wait here. In about forty minutes a bus will come through from Tripoli heading for Tunis. You’ll get on board, and it will take you to the capital. You’ll take a taxi to the Rue des Entrepreneurs and locate the Ghana Embassy and they’ll help you get a plane for the journey home.”

Effe stopped in front of him with her eyes blazing.

“It has come to this, huh?” she asked bitterly. “Your hatred has grown so much that you can’t stand the sight of me? You won’t get rid of me that easily, Mr. Chris Bawa! I’m riding in your truck, and we’re going to talk about these silly accusations you keep throwing at me, do you understand? I think I’ve absolutely had enough of your damn tantrums! We face it now, and talk about it now!”

 

“There’s nothing to bloody talk about, Effe!” he said cuttingly. “Get your damn bag and get out of here. You’re safe now, and the border is less than an hour away! Just get outta my life, lady!”

“I’m not going anywhere, Chris!” she said tightly. “I’m sitting in your truck, and if you like you can bundle me out! But this has gone far enough, do you understand? You’re behaving like a sulking lad! We were both younger then, and might have handled the situation in a bad way.

I hurt you, I concede to that. I’m sorry for what I did, but you also hurt Baaba, very badly, and there was no way I was going to stand aside and watch you take my friend on that journey of marriage knowing how you were treating her! We’ll talk about this like two adults, Chris, do you hear? So, I’m coming with you. If you don’t like it, throw me out of your truck!”

 

“Try it, and I’ll do exactly that, maybe worse!” he shot back fiercely at her.

“Put a lid on it, Chrissy!” Wailer said indignantly when he reached them. “What’s gotten into you anyway, Godblast it? You’re behaving like a damn kid, man! Get a grip on yourself. The lady is right. Whatever has festered between you two must be dealt with, and now! So sit with her and get it over with!”

“You almost started a riot when you hit that dude, man,” Wachipa said calmly as he put a hand on Chris’ shoulder. “Right now, we’re not even safe. If we leave Effe here something bad can happen to her. You can never tell with these folks.”

“She’s safer here, guys,” Chris said rigidly. “She rides the public transport to Tunis, and she’s good. We’ve brought her this far, good, she can find her way home now.”

 

“She comes with me, boss,” Crankson said grimly. “I’m not leaving her behind. Let’s go, Effe.”

“I want to ride with Chris,” Effe said miserably. “Whatever is bothering him, we need to talk about it.”

“We bloody won’t talk about crap, you bloody liar!” Chris shot at her so fiercely that she flinched. “You want to talk now? After eight bloody years? After you fucked me up without any explanation and walked away, leaving me to deal with all the bloody conundrum of what might have happened, you now want to talk? And, after you bore false witness against me in court, you want to talk now?”

“I didn’t, Chris, stop this!” Effe cried plaintively. “After I left you in the church that day, I never say you again! I refused to have anything more to do with you, Chris, please. Believe me, please, I beg of you!”

“Fucking liar,” he muttered with contempt.

 

“Belt it, jeez, man!” Wailer said with mounting anxiety. “What’s eating you up, bro? We promised to get this lady out of this country, and that’s what we’re doing! You wanna beat all of us up, Chrissy? Is that what you want to do now?”

He glared at them for a moment, reserving a really dark look for Effe, and then he turned angrily and went around his truck. Effe’s lips were open and she felt the sting of tears in her eyes, but she fought them back hard.

She was done with crying in his company. Indeed, she had tried, put in her best efforts but evidently, he still wanted to hold on to his can of worms and worship that hurting zone within him.

Somehow, it seemed his anger, bitterness and hatred had found a comfortable grip on him, and he simply did not want to let go. Maybe, indeed, it was time to leave him, give him a wide berth, and allow him to worship that decaying canker in his soul.

 

She was miserable, and absolutely in pain, but she followed Mike with unsteady legs.

Well, she had tried. Heaven knows she had given her all to try and smoothen things over with him, but evidently, he was not ready to move from that entrenched position of hatred.

That was okay with her, yes.

She would move on now and dismiss it as a blight in her past, a spot that could not be changed. It was not as if Chris could be absolved from guilt completely. Eight years ago, he had been wrong, horribly wrong, and if he still wanted to exhibit and live with this horrible part of his personality, that was okay.

 

She would get off their backs in Tunisia since, evidently, that was what he wanted. And then, she would go and get her life back on track, pursue her career and personal aspirations, get married and try to forget this bitter, savage man who had the tendency to affect her so much.

A man who, suddenly, had the power to make her feel real pain deep inside her heart, something she had thought no man would be capable of doing to her. She was quite a sensible girl, and had seen how love had destroyed many women, some with really devastating results.

 

Effe had resolved, growing up, never to let a man have that absolute power over her heart enough to hurt her with his absence or betrayal. To her, it was the best option to be loved and not the lover. She had cultivated her relationships with care and with her senses running, and made sure her heart was always an autonomous organ that was not vulnerable to the vexations of the silliness of love.

And she had thought she had done very well in that department, until now! She could not understand the sheer pain she was feeling at this violent rejection by Chris, and her heart just would not let her be.

This was dangerous, and must stop!

 

She had to take care of herself, of her heart!

And so she left him alone, and rode in Mike Crankson’s truck.

They drove along for almost thirty minutes with conversations between Wailer, Wachipa and Crankson, with Effe chipping in perfunctorily. But Chris did not say anything, just kept on playing low reggae music softly over the intercom, and ignoring questions and jibes thrown at him.

They hit the Coastal Road Rasigdir, heading straight toward the toll road, and then it happened.

Mike Crankson’s truck was in the lead, and suddenly he cried out a warning and looked ahead with worry on his face. In front of them were two army trucks, parked across the road back to back, blocking their path.

 

Suddenly, men began to rise up on each side of the road.

They were wearing black clothes with patterned hoods covering their faces, leaving only slits for their eyes. And all of them were holding heavy machine guns and rifles!

“Trouble, guys!” Mike spoke frantically, his face scared. “Rebels! Armed to the teeth! Road is blocked!”

“Oh, my God!” Effe whispered as her whole body slumped with the shock and panic of the moment. “Dearest Lord, save us!”

“Keep calm!” Chris voice came over the intercom. “They’re behind me too, blocking any attempt to turn. Don’t do anything rash. Keep your hands on the steering, don’t make any attempt to get your phones! Obey their orders!”

 

Effe saw that many more men had come to line up along the trucks blocking the road, and they had trained their guns on the trucks.

“Oh, my Lord!” Effe whispered frantically. “Oh, dearest Lord!”

“It’s okay, lady, let’s try to be calm here,” Wachipa’s voice came through the intercom, but he sounded jittery himself. “They’re flagging us to stop!”

Mike Crankson brought the truck to a shuddering halt, and immediately some of the armed men swarmed against the truck on both sides, screaming and waving their guns ominously.

They yanked the doors open and dragged Effe and Mike Crankson down.

 

Terrified, Effe saw that the other three trucks had stopped too, and the drivers had been forced down. Wailer, Wachipa and Chris were being pushed toward the front where Effe and Crankson were now waiting, and their hands were linked up at the back of their heads.

The armed men were still shouting and pushing the men, and then when they were all huddled together, they made them face the two trucks blocking the road, with their hands behind the backs of their heads, and then they were ordered to kneel down.

“Can’t do that,” Chris answered calmly. “The tarmac is too hot. Kneeling wouldn’t be that friendly on my knees!”

One of the masked men spoke angrily and stepped forward, reversing his gun and slamming the butt viciously into Chris’ face.

 

Effe screamed with horror at the ferocity of the attack!

Chris Bawa grunted as blood spurted from his nose and rained down his chin in torrents. His attacker then pointed to the ground and spoke harshly, asking them to kneel down.

Chris Bawa suddenly touched his nose and looked at the blood stains on his fingers, and then his cold eyes bored into the man who had struck him.

Suddenly, Chris took a step forward and slammed a fist with all the power he could muster into the side of the man’s head! The man keeled to the side and smashed down hard on the street…and remained still!

Effe looked at Chris with horrified eyes, appalled by the brute force with which he had struck the rebel!

Such anger, such violence!

 

She had never seen Chris like this ever in the past!

This was a different Chris Bawa, a cold, vicious, vindictive man, hard and uncompromising, filled with passion and a constantly boiling anger that knew no fear even in the face of such horrifying danger!

For one moment, all the attackers were rendered quite immobile as they stared first at the man on the ground, and then at a fuming Chris Bawa whose hands were now dangling by his side as blood fell down his nose.

One of the men bent and put two fingers to the side of the neck of the man Chris had smashed, and then he looked up with great panic and absolute terror on his face as he moved quickly away from Chris and spoke excitedly and in a trembling voice.

All the men jabbered and raised their guns now, pointing them at Chris as they spoke furiously with fear.

“What happened?” Effe whispered fearfully.

 

“Apparently, that devil Chris just killed that man with a single blow,” Mike Crankson said softly, and Effe could feel the sudden fear in Mike’s trembling voice.

The men were shouting now, pointing at the ground.

“Let’s get down on our knees before these infidels kill us all,” Wachipa said, and dropped to his knees.

Wailer ripped the big bandana off his head as he got down on his knees, ignoring the cries of the armed men as he folded it and placed it on the ground in front of Effe to kneel on.

Effe knelt slowly with her knees on the folded bandana, her horrified eyes not leaving Chris’ grim face, and then she glanced at the dead man on the ground.

 

She could not bring herself to believe that Chris had just murdered another man!

With just one horrible blow he had killed a man!

All of them were kneeling, but Chris still stood.

“Get down, Chrissy boy, you bastard!” Wailer said with great fear. “You’re gonna get killed boy, Godblast it!”

The men were waving their guns at Chris, obviously getting agitated and feeling vengeful for the death of their comrade.

“Get down, Chris!” Effe shouted as tears stung her eyes. “They’ll kill you! Please, kneel!”

But Chris Bawa simply would not kneel!

He looked at the men and spat on the floor disdainfully!

 

One of the men cocked his rifle and raised it, aiming at Chris’ head.

Effe screamed, thinking he was going to shoot, but there was a shout of warning from the truck, and then the door of one of the trucks opened, and two men got down.

One was a medium-sized man, wearing a huge, long white gown that reached his ankles. His feet were encased in beautiful slippers.

The other man was in black clothes, and he was huge and very muscular, almost a giant. He was not wearing any disguise. His head was huge and bald, and his right eye was deformed with a whitish central pupil.

 

There was a growth of beard on his jaws and cheeks, and a horrible scar running from the top of the left side of his forehead right to his deformed eye.

Whatever had laid open his forehead had also damaged his eye, Effe deduced. His good eye was fixed unwaveringly on Effe’s face now, causing her to be even more scared.

The man in white approached Chris, and then he drew off the cloth covering his face.

It was Tareq!

Fatima’s ex-boyfriend!

“Now look at that seedy bastard!” Wailer said with great shock.

 

“You’ve got balls, I must grant you that, Mr. Bawa, you piece of stinking cunt!” Tareq murmured with fierce eyes. “Of course, you know we have a trade agreement with your government, and your company, and if we kill you, we’ll have armies from Libya, Ghana and the UN descending on us. That is why you killed my boy with such impunity!”

“Fucking idiot!” Chris hissed with absolute disdain and spat on Tareq’s right foot. “You fucking coward, Tareq! Why don’t you come just a little bit closer, huh? And I’ll show you how real men do it!”

Tareq, face twisted with rage and hatred, stepped back and barked out an order!

One of the men standing to one side of Chris raised his rifle, aimed at Chris and fired!

The kneeling men and Effe all screamed with horror!

 

 

This Episode marks the final free post for LOVE HATES, which is a Premium Story.

Fans who want to continue reading should kindly contact EUNICE on +233244084955 to purchase the whole story for just Ghc 20 and enjoy the great benefits of PREMIUM membership.

Thanks for Reading.

We appreciate you all!

[wp_ad_camp_1]

 

Love Hates, A ChrisEffe Bliss, Love Hates, A ChrisEffe Bliss. A ChrisEffe Bliss, Love Hates, A ChrisEffe Bliss, Love Hates . Love Hates, A ChrisEffe Bliss, Love Hates, A ChrisEffe Bliss. A ChrisEffe Bliss, Love Hates, A ChrisEffe Bliss, Love Hates. Love Hates, A ChrisEffe Bliss, Love Hates, A ChrisEffe Bliss. A ChrisEffe Bliss, Love Hates, A ChrisEffe Bliss.

 

LOVE HATES :: A CHRISEFFE BLISS :: EPISODE 6

 

[layerslider id=”6″]Get INCOMPATIBLE for Ghc 20
WhatsApp Eunice on 0244084955

 

[layerslider id=”8″]Get RHYTHMS OF LOVE for Ghc 20
WhatsApp Eunice on 0244084955

 

[layerslider id=”7″]Get BORN BAD for Ghc 20
WhatsApp Eunice on 0244084955

 

[stextbox id=”alert” caption=”WARNING”]Exclusive Content to http://www.aaron-ansah-agyeman.com Do not copy or share on any other site. Do not share on any WhatsApp, Facebook or Social Media page. ONLY SHARE THE LINKS TO THE STORY[/stextbox] [stextbox id=”info” caption=”JOIN US ON WHATSAPP“]

Join Our WhatsApp Family.

Click HERE To Join Our WhatsApp Group 2

[/stextbox] [insert-comment-form]