< Life dosen't get easier or more forgiving, we get stronger and more resilient >

— Steve Maraboli.

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                            Zion
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After shaking the securities, I got into my car and started the engine. I laughed and celebrated inside my head, "I got some sweet bands!" Behind me, there was someone and I felt an object touch the back of my head. I couldn't see the person from my rear mirror because everywhere was dark.

"Raise your hand up in the air, and quietly get out of the fucking car," A manly voice ordered and I obeyed, realizing I was held at gunpoint. I surrendered, and got out of the car with my hands in the air.

Is it the cops?

After getting out of the car, the person maneuvered to the front seat, from the backseat. I took one look at the person, and my heart almost escaped from my chest.

Cedric.

"You know what mf, you're cute when you try to act like a gangster," he chuckled, still pointing his gun at me from inside the car, while I stood outside, still raising my hands. "You really tried to steal from me!"

"No, no, Cedric, I can explain-"

"Explain what? Huh?" He yelled. "I did so much for you man! I feel like killing you right here and right now."

Click

That was the sound the gun made, when Cedric got ready to pull the trigger. Suddenly, he started smiling and laughing hysterically. "Boy, so you're afraid like this?" He laughed further.

I lowered my head, swallowing saliva that built up in my throat. "Cedric, please let me go."

"Oh, I will. You can definitely go, but not with this Lambo!"

My eyes widened in shock! My dad's Lamborghini!!!! He will kill me! "No, Cedric please you can't take that-"

"Watch me," He said sternly, starting the engine. He grabbed his phone and made a call, "Boys, there's a trash in the driveway," he said, then turned to me with a smirk. "I want y'all to finish him."

"Cedric, please," I begged further. At this point, I was already sweating and crying profusely.

I'm dead! Done for! Finished!

Just like that, Cedric ignored my pleading and zoomed off with my Lamborghini and his money. Now I've lost everything! Everything!

Pondering on what to do, I sighted a group of armed boys running towards me. Realizing it was Cedric's boys, I took off running for my life. A gun was shot, directed at me, but I narrowly escaped it by the grace of God.

The boys chased me for a long period of time into a deserted area, and I was exhausted. I fell flat on the floor, which gave them enough time to catch up with me. Immediately they caught me, they landed all kinds of karate moves on my body and face. Punches, kicks, slaps, etc, where being thrown at me. Some used sticks to beat me up, while others pointed guns at me.

I panickly brainstormed for an escape plan. I was technically on a sanded ground, so I grabbed some sand and threw it on their faces. Dust was raised, and they all shouted, scratching their eyes. I got off the ground and ran away. I found a secluded place to hide, so I hid there, panting and praying.

"Lord, please save me. I don't want to die. I'm repenting oo, please answer my prayers and help me escape from here."

Luckily, God answered my prayers. The boys ran in an opposite direction, thinking that's where I went. I wanted to call someone for help, but my phone was inside the Lambo Cedric stole. I was helpless.

I started running out of the deserted area, and when I finally reached the main road, I began to stop cars and ask for a lift. Alot of vehicles ignored me, but there was one that stopped at my request. The glass wound down, revealing...

Ramson Jay.

I couldn't contain my excitement. "Bro, what happened to you? I thought you left?"

"No, I couldn't leave man, I got robbed!"

"What? Robbed? But you're the one who robbed Cedric, so who robbed you?"

"First let me get in, and I'll tell you everything." I got into the car and he offered me water. After reviving myself, I narrated the whole incident. Ramson listened to me quietly, driving the car.

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Ramson pulled over at the front of my house, outside the gate. The time read 10 PM, definitely my parents are around.

"Oh, I will. You can definitely go, but not with this Lambo!"

"Zion!" I gasped at Ramson's orotund voice. "Where's your mind? I asked you a question, but you're not listening."

"I'm sorry, what did you say?"

"What are you going to do now?" I sighed at Ramson's question and groaned.

I'm practically done for!

"Look at you, you're badly injured." I rolled my eyes at Ramson because I get that part, I'm injured! And that's because I got beat up and robbed-

Wait a minute, I got beat up and robbed!

I was robbed!

"I have an idea!" I exclaimed, snapping my fingers with raised eyebrows and a smile plastered on my lips.

"What?" Ramson asked, narrowing his eyes at me like I was insane.

"Ramson, I'm going to need your help," I begged him. I told him the plan, which he reluctantly agreed to.

Beep! Beep!

The gateman opened the small gate and came in front of Ramson's car. When he saw me inside, he quickly ran back in to open the gate. Ramson drove into the compound and parked under the tent.

We got out of the car, headed to the front door. "Remember, stick to the plan," I said to Ramson, who gave me an eye roll.

Ding dong.

A servant opened the front door and screamed on seeing me, "Sir he's here!" The servant announced, running to the living room. I walked into the living room with Ramson by my side. My parents were seated on the sofa, while Agatha was on her knees crying.

"Zion!" Mom yelled my name, but cooled down when she saw me collapse on the floor. Ramson played his part well, "Zion, be careful man," he said, helping me up.

"What happened to him?" My dad questioned Ramson. "And who are you?"

"Good evening sir, ma'am," he greeted, but received no response from my parents. "I'm Zion's friend and classmate. You see," he continued. "Zion got robbed."

"What?!" My mom exclaimed, and ran towards me, leading me to the couch. "My poor baby."

"How did this happen?" My dad asked.

"I must say, it's all my fault," Ramson said, lowering his head. "My mom met with a terrible accident and was admitted to the hospital, and I told Zion about my situation. She needed a blood donor, and Zion's blood group matches my mom's, so he came running to my rescue. After helping me out, he was on his way back home, but he got beat up and robbed by some hooligans. They abandoned him on the street, and when I was driving back home, I saw him laying on the street, helpless. I screamed, and got out of my car to rescue Zion. And I brought him home, that's where we are now," Ramson concluded his story with a convincing cry.

My dad paused, while my mom cried, hugging me tightly. Ramson and I exchanged glances with a smirk.

"So, you rushed to your friend's rescue with my SIX HUNDRED THOUSAND DOLLARS LAMBORGHINI?!!!!!!" My dad thundered at me. "And it was stolen?!!!"

"Dad, I'm sorry. I panicked, and didn't know how to get to Ramson, so I just drove the Lambo to-"

"I don't bloody give a fuck about your friend's situation!" He yelled and mom walked up to him, to calm him down. But he wasn't having it. "My Lambo got stolen because of your carelessness! Out of all the jeeps in the compound, why my Lambo? Couldn't you just drive the Jeep to meet your friend?? Eh?!"

"Daddy, I'm sorry," I knelt down to plead.

"Shut up!" He threw his hand at my face. I held my face in shame, because Ramson was still present, watching me get scolded.

I don't think I'm the only teenager, who doesn't like getting embarrassed in front of my mates.

"Zion, what you did was wrong," mom added and I hissed solemnly.

Tatafo!

"You know what?" My dad laughed, and paced, before facing us all. "Your story is very funny oo, you donated blood but there's no bandage on your arm. Abi did you donate the blood from your nyash?" He laughed harder, and my mom joined him, even Ramson, but he stiffened his laughter. My heart skipped at my dad's statement. I totally forgot that part! Jesus, I lied without thinking of some important details.

"Here, your friend is saying something else, but Agatha told us otherwise." I directed my vision to Agatha, who was kneeling on the floor with her head lowered.

"Agatha told us, you were dressed up for a party or something, care to explain that?"

Agatha is so dead!

"Erm, she must've misunderstood me. I'm just wearing a shirt and short-"

"A beach wear," my dad concluded, cutting me off.

"I just wore it," I defended. "I was panicking at that time-"

"We understand, stop telling us how you panicked here and there," mom sneered. "Explain to us, what really happened."

"And you," My dad pointed to Ramson. Ramson faced him, "Get lost from here!" Dad ordered rudely. Ramson just nodded and spared me a glance before walking out.

"You eh, I will deal with you tonight!" Dad rushed into his room, and I knew what he was going to bring along.

His belt

He came back with his belt and started hitting me with it. My mom was asked not to intervene and she obeyed.

So now she's not interfering, but she'll be interfering in what doesn't concern her, mitchewwwww.

Slash! Whip!

I was receiving the beating of my life, and I was receiving it like a man!

No tears!

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A/N

At least Zion's dad is playing his parental role well, abi?

He's too smart to fall for Zion's lies. And Zion is receiving what he deserves- Nigerian koboko😂😜

Thank you for reading this very stressful chapter I wrote 😮‍💨. Please don't forget to vote and comment ♥️

CiCi 🌹