Broken Pieces 1

A boy was going for a walk. It was a Wednesday, Jerry was supposed to be in school just as his peers were, but things were no longer the same at home. Beverly his cousin was in coma and  his dad had become a drunk, his Mum, a nagging wife. Nothing seemed right anymore. So he decided, to take a stroll. Hoping it'd ease off the pain and anger he felt within.

Two streets away from home, he heard a gun shot, three gun shots ; At the building where he was resting. The gate seemed to be ajar, so he walked in trying to figure out what had happened. He met his Mum lying helplessly in cold blood, someone had shot her, he tried running after the one who had shot her, but he had lost whomever it was, he went straight into the rooms searching, there was no one, except for himself and his dead mother.

Her body had become all cold, how  did he get here in the first place? he wondered. There were sounds from afar, someone was in the house.

"Jerry... "

" Wetin happen ? "

" Wetin you done do? "

It was the man whom he had called Father for 16 years, he was with his bottle as usual but this time he seemed not to stagger, But his eyes teared.

" Wetin you done do!” He whined.

And there it clicked, like a bolt from the sky. He had shot his Mum, cause she tried making Beverly sleep with the soldier next door for hot cash. He'd taken the pistol from his khaki, shooting at him, while Mum, trying to stop him, struggled with the gun, it fired. Right there on the brown marble she laid, in cold blood, laying helplessly. He had ran two streets away trying to catch the soldier, but the soldier ran faster than he could catch up.

There were sounds from far way, the sirens. The police had arrived. And in cuffs they rode off, leaving him motherless.

What happens next???

We will continue from here tomorrow