Zoey's Narrow Escape 1
Mr. Arthur Bailey who was out to stop the police from leaving walked towards Mr. Phil Anderson's voice. To his terror, he yelled.
“What?”
The two policemen, who were already in the police van, got off and began to walk hastily towards the direction of his voice, leaving the frustrated Mr. Oscar Bailey behind. They got to the backyard and met the bewildered Arthur and Phil starring at a car.
“Is this your wife's car?”
“Yes.”
Mr. Arthur Bailey replied without looking at the policemen.
“That is good. From the look of things, they stepped on the bonnet and the roof of the car to scale the vertiginous fence.”
“You're right, officer. What about the woman? She must be inside the house.”
“I don't agree with you. As you can see, there is no sign of life in this house. We will take photographs as evidences. If you have the spare key of the car, we will move the car to the station.”
The police announced dismissively and began to take the photographs. Afterwards, they began to walk towards the front yard. Then, Mrs. Zoey, who had succeeded in crawling to the window but could not stand, was only speaking with an inaudible voice.
“Help.”
When she was certain that she would not be heard, she kicked the empty bottles of gin that were arranged by the window; they made a shattering sound the moment they were shattered on the tiled floor.
Mr. Arthur Bailey and Mr. Phil Anderson who were reluctant to follow the police officers heard the shattering sound of bottles from the window. They stopped abruptly and looked at each other.
“Did you hear anything?”
“Yes, father. The janitor may be hiding from the police.”
“It may be an instruction from Stephen.”
The ways of the youngsters are different from the ways of the oldsters. They act before they think of the consequences. Now, Mr. Phil Anderson walked briskly to the back door and kicked the door down. Mr. Arthur Bailey who was coming behind him was surprised but at the spur of the moment, such recklessness was needed. They got into the house and searched around for the janitor who must be hiding as they thought, but he was not around. Mr. Arthur Bailey saw his wife's car key on the floor, he picked it and put it into his pocket.
Mrs. Zoey Bailey, who suspected that the police had kicked the door down, screamed again in a faint voice.
“Help.”
They could not hear her, but Mr. Phil Anderson was opening all the doors that were in sight. He did not know which of the doors could lead to the bedroom, so, he opened all the doors. Subsequently, Mr. Arthur Bailey joined in opening the doors too. Meanwhile, the police officers had gotten back to their vehicle and were waiting for the two.
At this point, Mr. Arthur Bailey opened one of the doors, peeped and closed it back. Now, Zoey could not hold on again. The last help he muttered was the end of her lifeline. Mr. Phil Anderson walked up to the door where Mr. Arthur Bailey was standing and was about to open the door, and he tried to stop him.
“Don't, bother. I have checked.”
“Did you check the wardrobe, father?"
Before he could give an answer, Phil, who was sweating, had pushed the door open and walked in. He did not need to walk up to the wardrobe before he saw a lifeless woman who was putting on white clothes on the floor, and he screamed.
“Father.”
“Yes, Phil.”
Mr. Arthur Bailey walked in at once and saw a lifeless Zoey on the floor beside the shattered bottles. Mr. Phil Anderson set out to lift her, but Mr. Arthur Bailey stopped him.
“Don't touch her. Let the police do that.”
Meanwhile, Mr. Oscar Bailey who had run out of patience like the police men had turned on his ignition and was ready to move when Mr. Arthur Bailey called their attention through the window of the parlor.
“Officer, please, come quickly.”
The police who were astonished when they saw him inside the house that they could not penetrate got off their vehicles at once and ran towards the window and attempted to open the parlor door but could not.
“Go through the back door.”
Mr. Arthur Bailey advised. Just like lightening, they were inside the house.
“What happened, Mr. Bailey? How did you get in?”
“Where is the janitor?”
The two police officers asked in a mad rush.
“Come this way.”
He ordered and led them to the room where the lifeless body of Zoey was.
“What?”
They screamed. One of them brought out hand gloves from his pocket, put them on and checked her pulse. He looked at his colleague with an assuring look.
“She can make it.”
They took photographs that were vital to them, picked her and left. Mr. Arthur Bailey gave Mr. Phil Anderson the car key.
“Take. Drive my wife's car. Let us go.”
“That is fine, father.”
Now, the police walked back to the front yard, with one of them carrying a lifeless woman who looked like the wife of the disgruntled Mr. Oscar Bailey. He switched off his ignition and got off his car and walked up to the police men in trepidation and asked with a shaky voice.
“Who is she? Is she my wife? Where was she?”
He had many questions to ask but could not and no one was in the mood to give him the answer he needed. The police carefully laid Zoey on the back seat and got into the car.
“Where are we going?”
Mr. Arthur Bailey asked one of the police officers.
“We are taking her to the government hospital. You can return to your house. We will send for you if we need you.”
“Arthur, what is going on. Talk to me.”
Mr. Arthur Bailey gave Mr. Oscar Bailey a ray of hope with his response.
“You can go to the hospital with them. She will be fine.”
Those were the encouraging words he needed to hear to keep his sanity. He quickly got back to his car and followed the police van from behind. While Mr. Phil Anderson drove behind his father-in-law.
'How would I have coped if it was my Nichole that Stephen Bailey abducted? Does it mean that he raped Zoey and abandoned her?'
These thought and more were seeking attention from Mr. Arthur Bailey as he drove to the spot they took Louis to when he was distressed. Phil parked beside him and got off, walked to him and asked.
“What are we getting, father?”
“Get any good delicacy. Take the cash.”
“All right, father.”
He collected the cash and walked to the delicacies stand. He was confused in making his choice as he had variety of them. Afterwards, he picked whatever that attracted him. Then, he returned to the car park and handed the delicacies over to Mr. Arthur Bailey.
“I have bought it, father.”
“Wow. The aroma is tantalizing.”
“Yes. I'm sure they will like it.”
Later, he got into the car, and they left for home
At The Bailey Native Home
Mr. Phil Anderson drove into the estate followed by Mr. Arthur Bailey. The security guards who were not aware of the abduction were stunned when they saw Phil who left in the company of their boss returning with Nichole's car.
“Maybe they took the car for servicing yesterday.”
One of the security guards pointed out.
“Servicing?”
The other retorted. They arrived at Mr. Arthur Bailey's Apartment and parked in the garage.
“Wow! Welcome grandpa. The delicacies smell good.”
Daniel announced as he welcomed his grandfather and collected the delicacies from him.
“Welcome, hubby.”
Nichole greeted as he gave her husband a hug.
“Thank you, dear.”
“Welcome back, father.”
Now, Phil sat beside his wife and gave her a peck. They had their delicacies and popped champagne, the evening was eventful.
“Cheers. Let raise our glasses to mom and father on this memorable day of their lives. To the bride and groom, we wish you unending love, good health, more wealth, God's guidance and safety. Above all, we wish you everything you could ever think of. Cheers.”
They clink their glasses joyously. Later, they had their dinner and departed.
“Thank you, Phil, I will keep in touch.”
“All right, father, I am waiting.”
“Good night, father. Good night mom.”
“Good night Daniel.”
In The Bedroom.
Nichole was ecstatically in love today. The lives of women and men would always be different. While Mr. Arthur was battling with how to protect her, she was as free as a bird, oblivious of the danger that was lurking around the corner. How would Mr. Arthur Bailey explain that he was not in the right frame of mind to grant her conjugal right?
However, in the bathroom, while they were stark naked, Mr. Arthur Bailey admired Nichole as though he was seeing her for the first time. While Nichole was busy flirting around him, he was imagining many things.
'So, this is what Stephen wanted to have a taste of?'
The thought of ownership and dominance sent energy to his brain, which transferred to his manhood. He sat on the bath tub, pulled Nichole to himself and gave her a deep kiss. He released her afterwards and made her to sit on his laps and backed him. She adjusted herself and pushed his manhood into her, and she began to ride joyously.
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