Blood stains on my hand, I don't know what to do. I stood, panicking about the next line of action. It is not just one person but three individuals, my husband, his wife and the baby inside her

How am I going to clean this mess? What have I done to myself?
I was always patient and now I lost control

This is me in my mind, scolding myself as I put on a worried face. I sat on the chair and bend my head thinking of how to clear my mess.

I can't call anyone, my parents must never know about this. They are not even my better option. Everything has always been about them and not me. Sometimes I doubt if they are my parents.

Everything about me is miserable, from my childhood to this stage I am has been stressed and unfortunate

Okay, I am wrong, maybe the starting was good and it's ending in tragedy.

I would blame myself for my foolishness and putting my whole life down for a man who could do this to me

What else am I waiting for? I picked up my phone and call the police service to come to House 23, Lekki Lagos at exactly 3:00 am

"Hands up" one of the policemen screamed at me as he pointed his gun at me and put handcuffs on my wrist. They took the corpses into their ambulance and they also took me to their vehicle.

In as much as I regretted my action, I was emotionless. I felt one thing in my body, vengeance

I love the feeling, even if I am being killed by the law, I have gotten my justice. My pound of flesh

The siren sounds as I am anchored into the cell. The policeman slammed the cell door and put a big padlock on the door. I held the barricade and smile to myself.

You all will be thinking what happen? I am not here to put you in suspense but first let me throw it back

In case you are keeping up, my name is Arikeade, the daughter of Olaosebikan

TO Be Continued
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