THE SOCIALITE

..My childhood memories are full of smiles and laughter. I was doted on by everybody, and never lacked. I was shielded, protected from the harsh realities of life. My mother was a socialite and to her, life was all about status.

WHO DUNNIT? 4

Christian screamed and fell to the ground with a loud thud after the reptile had extracted its fangs from his flesh.

His pulse was racing.

Christian hated the fact that he knew what was coming.He'd watched enough documentaries to know the effects of a fierce snake bite.

 First would come the nausea,then the vomiting, abdominal pain, diarrhoea, dizziness and convulsions leading to kidney  failure and finally death.

He could already feel the nausea coming on.His blood would slowly loose its ability to clot and he'd bleed out.

Bad way to go,he thought.

WHO DUNNIT ?? 3

"Peter!...Peter!"Bola was frantic as the rest of the group gathered around the now motionless body.

For a few seconds all they could hear was the sound of the clock.

Their eyes scanned each other's faces again.....fearfully.

"Somebody do something!!!"Bola screamed looking around.

The faces that stared back at hers were all frightened.

In a somewhat desperate gesture,Christian  crouched next to Peter's limp form.

"lets check for a pulse"He said as he reached out.

"Don't touch him!!!"She snapped as she smacked his hand away....violently.

The look in her eyes was homicidal.

WHO DUNNIT?? 2

"Looks like her....throat's been slashed"Christian's voice said softly. Bola suddenly threw up by the bed.

 "What did you do, Christian???"Victor shouted launching at him with ferocity. ".....It was you...."came Victor's enraged voice as he tried to grapple Christian's throat.

Peter stepped in just in time between the two men. "....st-st-stop this nonsense..."Peter said warding Victor off.

 Christian didn't even flinch.

".....he killed her....bastard....he always hated her!!!"

 "....everybody just relax...."Eva said in a small voice.

Bola was still on the ground,face cradled in her palms as silent tremors ran through her body.

WHO DUNNIT???

"We're here!!!"Habiba announced as she stepped out of the car.

"Wow!!!" Bola went as she stared at the mansion in front of them.It was inarguably the size of a football field.

WHO KILLED ISAAC????

Blood dripped from the machete, and the smell of death hung in the air, Opuene looked at Isaac’s body, and tears filled her eyes. She threw the machete on the floor, and bent down to check for a pulse. A voice in her head, told her that he was obviously dead, considering the amount of blood in the room. She had no idea what to do. She searched her bag for her phone, but stopped herself before she dialed the number. She had to think.


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