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ISADORA
The Homeless Girl

Isadora-Episode 13




Val’s side of the story continues from the last scene of the previous episode


‘’tell me who do you suspect. Be free with me’’ I asked the terrified girl who wiped her eyes and stared at me with hesitation.


‘’at first i suspected it was Martha but I changed my mind after she begged your mum on my behalf. She’s the reason I’m still here. She stood by me and now I suspect no other person than your fiancée Jane. She’s the one that reported the stolen items to your mum and she equally has access to every part of the house. She’s been nice to me though but I believe it was just to cover up her true feelings because she has caught us together many times and perhaps wants to get rid of me in order to protect you. Forgive me for speaking so freely’’ she breathed while I drew back a little as I slowly recollected how angry Jane was when she reported the issue of the stolen items to me. Isadora’s theory made a bit of sense but I still had my reservations nevertheless.


‘’you can go now’’ I managed to stammer as I wondered if it was good questioning Jane about it or not. I however ended up not questioning Jane and simply allowed the matter to die because I felt it was for Isadora’s best interest. Questioning Jane who could end up making things worse for her.

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Isadora’s side of the story continues


I really was glad Val showed signs of believing me. He never questioned me further and instead asked me to leave the room. I knew reporting his fiancée wasn’t really a cool thing to do but I had no choice. Moreover she was the only other person that really would have wanted me to leave the house perhaps due to my closeness with him.


The rest of the weekend sped by without issues. Jane on her own part kept her distance even though she appeared nice whenever we ran into each other, making me a bit doubtful if she actually was the one that set me up or not. Due to that I was extremely careful with everything I did in the house and tried my best to avoid mistakes. I equally made up my mind to ask for Val’s help in tracking down my real family and everything about me. My adoptive parents never cared to help me and I believed with Val’s help I could make a breakthrough. I made up my mind to seek his help.


But unfortunately for me as I left the house on Thursday morning to get some provisions down the street on Jane’s request, a car slowly stopped in front of me. And as I drew close, the driver got out of the car and smiled at me, like a young man waiting to woo a girl. Actually that was what I felt he wanted to do and so didn’t give him much of a look but as soon as I tried to walk past him, he grabbed me from behind and blocked my nose and mouth with his hand, making me sniff something that left me totally unconscious.


I woke up minutes later to find myself inside a car trunk. I couldn’t believe it was all happening. I couldn’t believe I could be abducted in broad daylight in such neighborhood no matter how lonely it was. I prayed. I cried. I begged God to help me.


After what seemed like an eternity. The car trunk was thrown open and the same young man stood before me smiling evilly.


‘’oh dear, I just wish I had enough time to enjoy your body before taking you to the afterlife. Please don’t take it out on me but you should have remained in the village instead of coming to this city. See what it got you? A prize on your head’’ he muttered and laughed while I tried to talk but couldn’t because my mouth was firmly tied with a piece of cloth. I needed no one to tell me my fate. I couldn’t help but notice that we were in a forest. I knew no one would miss me and it kind of brought more tears in my eyes.
Slowly the young man carried me into the vast forest, walking deep inside. There wasn’t any way anyone would think of searching for me in such a place. And for the fact that he allowed me to see his face, I knew nothing would stop him from killing me.


After walking for what seemed like an eternity, he threw me down, pulled out a pistol from his pocket and loaded two bullets into it.


‘’I’m sorry that you have to die this way but I think its better you leave this world now than to continue suffering. I’m doing you a big favor’’ he breathed, smiled and pulled the safety while I closed my eyes.


‘’kpoooaa’’ a single rang out. My heart froze as I urinated on myself but then I felt no pain. I felt nothing. I opened my eyes to see the young man on the ground. His left hand was bleeding. I couldn’t help but wonder what happened as he quickly staggered up, looked around fearfully and fired two shots into the forest before disappearing and leaving me behind as if he saw a ghost.


For some minutes I couldn’t understand what was going on until an old hunter appeared with a smile of satisfaction on his face. He was holding an old Dane gun on his right hand.


‘’young lady I just saved your life’’ he breathed softly while I closed my eyes and thanked God, including the Blessed Virgin Mary.


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‘’ meanwhile just a distance away, Charles is seen speaking with Jane on phone. He appeared badly hurt ‘’I just failed. Someone shot me’’ he is heard panting,.


‘’what do you mean someone shot you?, are you really so incapable?’’ Jane is heard screaming with disbelief. She needed no one to tell her that it could be her last attempt on Isadora’s life





To be continued

ISADORA
The Homeless Girl

Isadora-Episode 13




Val’s side of the story continues from the last scene of the previous episode


‘’tell me who do you suspect. Be free with me’’ I asked the terrified girl who wiped her eyes and stared at me with hesitation.


‘’at first i suspected it was Martha but I changed my mind after she begged your mum on my behalf. She’s the reason I’m still here. She stood by me and now I suspect no other person than your fiancée Jane. She’s the one that reported the stolen items to your mum and she equally has access to every part of the house. She’s been nice to me though but I believe it was just to cover up her true feelings because she has caught us together many times and perhaps wants to get rid of me in order to protect you. Forgive me for speaking so freely’’ she breathed while I drew back a little as I slowly recollected how angry Jane was when she reported the issue of the stolen items to me. Isadora’s theory made a bit of sense but I still had my reservations nevertheless.


‘’you can go now’’ I managed to stammer as I wondered if it was good questioning Jane about it or not. I however ended up not questioning Jane and simply allowed the matter to die because I felt it was for Isadora’s best interest. Questioning Jane who could end up making things worse for her.

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Isadora’s side of the story continues


I really was glad Val showed signs of believing me. He never questioned me further and instead asked me to leave the room. I knew reporting his fiancée wasn’t really a cool thing to do but I had no choice. Moreover she was the only other person that really would have wanted me to leave the house perhaps due to my closeness with him.


The rest of the weekend sped by without issues. Jane on her own part kept her distance even though she appeared nice whenever we ran into each other, making me a bit doubtful if she actually was the one that set me up or not. Due to that I was extremely careful with everything I did in the house and tried my best to avoid mistakes. I equally made up my mind to ask for Val’s help in tracking down my real family and everything about me. My adoptive parents never cared to help me and I believed with Val’s help I could make a breakthrough. I made up my mind to seek his help.


But unfortunately for me as I left the house on Thursday morning to get some provisions down the street on Jane’s request, a car slowly stopped in front of me. And as I drew close, the driver got out of the car and smiled at me, like a young man waiting to woo a girl. Actually that was what I felt he wanted to do and so didn’t give him much of a look but as soon as I tried to walk past him, he grabbed me from behind and blocked my nose and mouth with his hand, making me sniff something that left me totally unconscious.


I woke up minutes later to find myself inside a car trunk. I couldn’t believe it was all happening. I couldn’t believe I could be abducted in broad daylight in such neighborhood no matter how lonely it was. I prayed. I cried. I begged God to help me.


After what seemed like an eternity. The car trunk was thrown open and the same young man stood before me smiling evilly.


‘’oh dear, I just wish I had enough time to enjoy your body before taking you to the afterlife. Please don’t take it out on me but you should have remained in the village instead of coming to this city. See what it got you? A prize on your head’’ he muttered and laughed while I tried to talk but couldn’t because my mouth was firmly tied with a piece of cloth. I needed no one to tell me my fate. I couldn’t help but notice that we were in a forest. I knew no one would miss me and it kind of brought more tears in my eyes.
Slowly the young man carried me into the vast forest, walking deep inside. There wasn’t any way anyone would think of searching for me in such a place. And for the fact that he allowed me to see his face, I knew nothing would stop him from killing me.


After walking for what seemed like an eternity, he threw me down, pulled out a pistol from his pocket and loaded two bullets into it.


‘’I’m sorry that you have to die this way but I think its better you leave this world now than to continue suffering. I’m doing you a big favor’’ he breathed, smiled and pulled the safety while I closed my eyes.


‘’kpoooaa’’ a single rang out. My heart froze as I urinated on myself but then I felt no pain. I felt nothing. I opened my eyes to see the young man on the ground. His left hand was bleeding. I couldn’t help but wonder what happened as he quickly staggered up, looked around fearfully and fired two shots into the forest before disappearing and leaving me behind as if he saw a ghost.


For some minutes I couldn’t understand what was going on until an old hunter appeared with a smile of satisfaction on his face. He was holding an old Dane gun on his right hand.


‘’young lady I just saved your life’’ he breathed softly while I closed my eyes and thanked God, including the Blessed Virgin Mary.


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‘’ meanwhile just a distance away, Charles is seen speaking with Jane on phone. He appeared badly hurt ‘’I just failed. Someone shot me’’ he is heard panting,.


‘’what do you mean someone shot you?, are you really so incapable?’’ Jane is heard screaming with disbelief. She needed no one to tell her that it could be her last attempt on Isadora’s life





To be continued

ISADORA
The Homeless Girl

Isadora-Episode 11







Val’s side of the story continues from the last scene of the previous episode


‘’who the hell is Charles?’’ I asked with a slightly raised voice as I stared at Isadora with great disbelief. Of course she appeared shocked to see me and I equally couldn’t believe she left me at the room to make a mystery phone call to Charles. I thought she was hundred percent faithful to me. My head couldn’t help but come up with lots of silly explanations. Of course I was busy with my work when she left the room but it never stopped me from noticing how hurriedly she left and after waiting few minutes for her to return went out in search of her, Only to find her screaming Charles on top of her voice.


( I didn’t catch up with her on time to get details of her conversation with the guy but I was on time to hear her scream the name “Charles”)


‘’like seriously Val?’’ she breathed,


‘’alright Charles is my boyfriend. 
Are you happy now?’’ she added, sighed and headed back to the room while I quickly followed her. There was this way she gave her reply that made it look as if I questioned her wrongly. Attitude girls are good at displaying.


‘’so tell me who is Charles and why did you have to go outside to make your call?’’ I asked again as soon as we got back to the room.


‘’I never knew you are the jealous and monitoring type val. Charles is my boyfriend nau’’ she playfully answered, fell on the bed and watched me, smiling broadly.


‘’stop playing with me. Just tell me the truth’’ I demanded strongly. Of course with the way she replying, I felt Charles wasn’t really who I earlier thought he was.


‘’you men are something else. I left the room to make my calls in order not to disturb your work and what I get in return is suspicion. I thought you trust me?. Alright Charles is my mother’s mechanic. He was supposed to pick up my car today for servicing but he failed to. I was angry when I called him because your mum made me angry. I spoke to her first’’ she slowly narrated while I sat on the bed and stared at her curiously.


‘’how did my mum make you angry?’’ I asked


‘’I discovered that some of my jewelries were missing when we got here hours ago. I reported the issue to her. She took it up and discovered that the new girl stole them including some of hers. I demanded she throw the thief out but she refused, saying she already gave her a second chance which got me pissed. I can’t share the house with a thief’’ she narrated, leaving me totally stunned with the story. I painfully stood up and headed towards the window to look out. I couldn’t believe Isadora was a thief. The poor innocent looking girl I had feelings for. It really broke my heart very much that I couldn’t even concentrate on anything else that day.




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Isadora’s side of the story continues




I had a very sleepless night as I wondered who was really behind the set up or should I say theft that left me totally embarrassed. I knew even though I was given a second chance that I would still be seen as a thief. I thought about Val and tears instantly appeared in my eyes. I knew the story would eventually get to him and I couldn’t imagine how he would feel or relate to me afterwards. My heart really was broken. It pains to be wrongly accused.


Early the next morning, I went to Val’s bedroom to clean it up. I started from the wardrobe where some of Jane’s bags were kept. The lady really brought in lots of her belongings to the house, occupying two rooms even though she was yet to get married to Val, something that left me stunned. As I slowly took out the bags to clean the wardrobe, an old picture fell out of one Jane’s bags, gaining my attention. I quickly took the picture and stared at it with interest. It was a family picture taken about twenty or more years ago because Jane was barely standing on her feet. However something else caught my curiosity and it was the second couple in the picture, standing beside Jane’s parents. The man looked a bit like Jane’s father and his wife wore an old school pendant that looked exactly like the one I had with me. The pendant I was told was for ‘good luck’ which my mum wore on my neck before her untimely death. I was told perhaps it was the pendant that saved my life.
( I always had the pendant with me but no longer wore it because it was kind of big and very old school like).


Yes I wasn’t supposed to have any ideas because of the pendant I saw on the woman’s neck because they really could be gotten anywhere in those days and probably the woman was having difficulty having kids like my mother and had to wear it. But then no matter how hard I tried to discard the faces in the picture, I found myself thinking about them over and over. I had this great urge to keep the picture but the fear of being called a thief again, held me from taking it.



I badly needed to know who my biological parents were and how they looked like.




To be continued

ISADORA
The Homeless Girl

Isadora-Episode 11







Val’s side of the story continues from the last scene of the previous episode


‘’who the hell is Charles?’’ I asked with a slightly raised voice as I stared at Isadora with great disbelief. Of course she appeared shocked to see me and I equally couldn’t believe she left me at the room to make a mystery phone call to Charles. I thought she was hundred percent faithful to me. My head couldn’t help but come up with lots of silly explanations. Of course I was busy with my work when she left the room but it never stopped me from noticing how hurriedly she left and after waiting few minutes for her to return went out in search of her, Only to find her screaming Charles on top of her voice.


( I didn’t catch up with her on time to get details of her conversation with the guy but I was on time to hear her scream the name “Charles”)


‘’like seriously Val?’’ she breathed,


‘’alright Charles is my boyfriend. 
Are you happy now?’’ she added, sighed and headed back to the room while I quickly followed her. There was this way she gave her reply that made it look as if I questioned her wrongly. Attitude girls are good at displaying.


‘’so tell me who is Charles and why did you have to go outside to make your call?’’ I asked again as soon as we got back to the room.


‘’I never knew you are the jealous and monitoring type val. Charles is my boyfriend nau’’ she playfully answered, fell on the bed and watched me, smiling broadly.


‘’stop playing with me. Just tell me the truth’’ I demanded strongly. Of course with the way she replying, I felt Charles wasn’t really who I earlier thought he was.


‘’you men are something else. I left the room to make my calls in order not to disturb your work and what I get in return is suspicion. I thought you trust me?. Alright Charles is my mother’s mechanic. He was supposed to pick up my car today for servicing but he failed to. I was angry when I called him because your mum made me angry. I spoke to her first’’ she slowly narrated while I sat on the bed and stared at her curiously.


‘’how did my mum make you angry?’’ I asked


‘’I discovered that some of my jewelries were missing when we got here hours ago. I reported the issue to her. She took it up and discovered that the new girl stole them including some of hers. I demanded she throw the thief out but she refused, saying she already gave her a second chance which got me pissed. I can’t share the house with a thief’’ she narrated, leaving me totally stunned with the story. I painfully stood up and headed towards the window to look out. I couldn’t believe Isadora was a thief. The poor innocent looking girl I had feelings for. It really broke my heart very much that I couldn’t even concentrate on anything else that day.




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Isadora’s side of the story continues




I had a very sleepless night as I wondered who was really behind the set up or should I say theft that left me totally embarrassed. I knew even though I was given a second chance that I would still be seen as a thief. I thought about Val and tears instantly appeared in my eyes. I knew the story would eventually get to him and I couldn’t imagine how he would feel or relate to me afterwards. My heart really was broken. It pains to be wrongly accused.


Early the next morning, I went to Val’s bedroom to clean it up. I started from the wardrobe where some of Jane’s bags were kept. The lady really brought in lots of her belongings to the house, occupying two rooms even though she was yet to get married to Val, something that left me stunned. As I slowly took out the bags to clean the wardrobe, an old picture fell out of one Jane’s bags, gaining my attention. I quickly took the picture and stared at it with interest. It was a family picture taken about twenty or more years ago because Jane was barely standing on her feet. However something else caught my curiosity and it was the second couple in the picture, standing beside Jane’s parents. The man looked a bit like Jane’s father and his wife wore an old school pendant that looked exactly like the one I had with me. The pendant I was told was for ‘good luck’ which my mum wore on my neck before her untimely death. I was told perhaps it was the pendant that saved my life.
( I always had the pendant with me but no longer wore it because it was kind of big and very old school like).


Yes I wasn’t supposed to have any ideas because of the pendant I saw on the woman’s neck because they really could be gotten anywhere in those days and probably the woman was having difficulty having kids like my mother and had to wear it. But then no matter how hard I tried to discard the faces in the picture, I found myself thinking about them over and over. I had this great urge to keep the picture but the fear of being called a thief again, held me from taking it.



I badly needed to know who my biological parents were and how they looked like.




To be continued