Chapter Thirty Two

A message from Keddy? That didn't make any sense. Keddy had no way of contacting me. Not my WhatsApp digits, not my contact number, not my Facebook handle.
A second message came in while I yet contemplated on if I wanted to take the risk of going out to meet with him. "Camilla, I have information that would save your life. I know you miss me too, just like I miss you. Hurry up and come, meet me at the backyard of your house now." I didn't have his contact number either, it was impossible to guess if the message was really from him, or from someone who managed to decrypt my thoughts and feelings.
"Do you love it?" Vivian noticed that I was carried away with my phone and wanted to know what the matter was, but I wasn't willing to say anything. "Are you sure you are okay?" She didn't seem satisfied with the usual "I'm fine" response that I had given her. "You know what? Drop your phone and enjoy the drink." She assumed that my phone was distracting me. She wasn't wrong. This message was both alarming and distracting. She was still my boss and queen. I was meant to obey her but I didn't feel like it. I just wanted to keep staring at the message until I decide on what to do.
"Camilla!" She yelled in disappointment, she figured that I wasn't going to obey her.
"My queen." I gave a cold response.
"Is this your first time taking alcohol?" I nodded no. Even if it was, Guinness brand wasn't so strong, and if it was, then I had a "strong brain." Because I wasn't feeling dizzy yet.
"What's the matter?"
"I just need to be alone, maybe take a walk." I gulped the remaining content of the cup down and placed the cup back on the table where it was, it made a clatter, but that didn't matter. I was going out to meet whoever this anonymous personality was. I was praying it would be Keddy, because if he wasn't the one, I was about to commit my first murder ever.
I could feel the butt of the gun resting on my laps. It was hidden in my underpants, where no one else but me knew it was. And where I could easily reach for it and burst skulls open.
"Be home soon, it's probably the alcohol causing the mood swings." I said nothing, rather I shut the door behind me and traced my way down to the location provided by the message.
I saw no one at our backyard, when I arrived. Not Keddy, not Kate, who I suspected might have set this up to get me into trouble, not even the Sherlock Head Mafia Gangsters. Just the chirping of birds and insects, the ruffling of leaves the calm wind that whistled, and the silence of the evening.
I was tempted to send a message back to the anonymous Keddy, but instead, I turned to go.
"You couldn't wait even a minute for me, pretty?" His voice sounded just like it did when I had met him for the first time. I didn't mean to but excitement got the better part of me, I screamed his name. "Keddy!"
"Cammie." He retorted calmly, and opened his arms for a hug. My feet trudged ahead against my heart, my emotions were winning a battle I had so long planned on how to fight. I almost hugged him, but then, bitterness struck me. Just when I was about to fall into his alluring arms, I recalled my hatred for men, and that Keddy was probably no different.
I scolded myself for letting my heart make decisions instead of my head. I would have to work on that if I was going to be the queen of the Mafia Gangsters, if I was going to take revenge on all men just like I wanted to.
"What happened?" His arms were still outspread.
"Good evening Keddy." I regained my composure.
"Yes, Hello. What's the matter Camilla?"
"You asked me to see you, I should be asking that question."
Keddy shook his head. "You are still stubborn, aren't you?" He ambled close to me until he was standing opposite me, then he crossed his arms around my neck. "Camilla, if only you knew the kind of sacrifices I made because of you. You do know the Sherlock Head Mafia Gangsters threatened to kill me, and after you escaped their claws, they came to fulfill it right? I received a mail reminding me of the new phone that I bought, and that I was supposed to start paying from next week. I lost my job because of these things, my friends found out that I'm no gangster and kicked me out. I have been trailing you, trying to find you, I was worried about you. I just wanted to make sure you are okay."
"Well, I'm okay." I gave a rude response, a direct contrast to the feeling inside of me. I was feeling super special. Someone really went through all of this for me? Or maybe he made it all up just to make me feel loved.
"How did you get my number?" I asked when he would stop giving me the creepy"I love you," Stare.
"I went through hell to get it, but I'm glad I have it. Camilla, I want you to elope with me to another city. We could start a fresh life there. We could get a good job, get married and be happy. This city is too risky, the only way out is being a gangster. Those girls you live with are Gangsters, did you know? You are better than this life style Camilla, you are meant for more."
He was probably going to keep speaking, had I not shunned him violently. I threw his arms off my neck, and withdrew from him in irritation. "Listen, you are weakling and you know it. You are in a city where the only mode of survival is joining a gang, and you are lucky that your father is one of the leaders of the most respected gangs, but you are here putting your life in danger instead of doing something profitable with it, only in the name of love. Love is for weaklings, be a man and forget about me. Now you know that I'm fine, move on!"