My Blood - by Mimi🥀🌬️

I looked at the clock. It was already past 7 p.m.Exhaustion weighed heavily on my body after a long day, so I threw myself onto the bed, deciding to nap for a little while before commencing my paperwork.Hardly had my head touched the pillow when my phone rang.With sleepy eyes and an irritated groan, I reached for it.“Hello… who’s this?” I muttered, rubbing my eyes lazily before letting out a long yawn.“Hello, sissy… it’s me, Jonathan.” The voice sounded familiar enough to calm me for a second, but his next statement instantly drained every ounce of sleep from my body.“Sissy… I think I just killed somebody.”My heart stopped.“What?!” I screamed, springing up from the bed immediately. “Jonathan, what do you mean you killed somebody? Who did you kill? How did it happen?”I paced around the room frantically, terror clouding my face.“I… I don’t know how it happened,” he stuttered between shaky sobs. “I really don’t know…”“Jonathan, calm down!” I snapped, trying to suppress my own panic. “Tell me where you are right now. I’m coming to get you.”Jonathan muttered something incoherent through the tears, but before I could ask again, I heard it.Sirens.Loud.Close.Piercing through the phone speaker like an omen.Then the line went dead.I felt my heart almost leap out of my chest.Without wasting another second, I dressed up hurriedly — like a mother searching for her missing child.Make-up?What make-up?My younger brother was in danger.I grabbed my bag and stuffed in a few easy wear flats in case I needed to run.As I rushed toward the gate, the gateman, Usman, stared at me curiously.“Ahh, good evening, Madam o,” he said with a laugh. “This one you’re doing gragra like this, hope say nobody die?”My heart skipped violently.How could he jokingly say exactly what I feared most?I walked toward him slowly.“Listen carefully, Usman,” I said in a firm but shaky tone. “Nobody died. I just need to get a few things from the supermarket. Don’t open this gate for anybody from anywhere. Do you understand?”He looked surprised by my seriousness.“Yes, ma.”The gate creaked open, and I sped out immediately, still redialing the unknown number repeatedly.My thoughts became a battlefield.What could have happened?Was Jonathan truly capable of murder?No.Impossible.But then again…The fear in his voice sounded real.I became so lost in thought that I nearly collided with an incoming trailer at a T-junction.The deafening blast of the horn yanked me back to reality.I slammed hard on the brakes.“Jesus Christ!” I screamed at the top of my lungs.My chest rose violently as I panted, clutching my heart while leaning against the steering wheel.For a moment, fear paralyzed me.Then Jonathan crossed my mind again.I immediately continued driving, dialing the number repeatedly until he finally picked up and sent me an address.When I arrived there, the place looked abandoned.Dark.Silent.Too silent.I stepped out of the car carefully, glancing around nervously.But Jonathan was nowhere to be found.Suddenly, my phone rang.“Sissy…” his voice came in hurried whispers. “Get out of that place now!”I turned around instantly.And froze.My phone nearly slipped from my trembling fingers.Before me lay a dead body.Brutally murdered.The man’s throat had been slit halfway through, leaving his head hanging grotesquely to one side like a butchered chicken. Blood pooled beneath him, spreading slowly across the ground like dark water. One of his eyes had been violently plucked out, leaving behind a horrifying hollow socket.The metallic scent of blood saturated the air.I couldn’t breathe.I stood there motionless, frozen between reality and nightmare.Then I saw my brother, Jonathan. He emerged from the shadows, limping painfully on one leg. Blood dripped after every weak step he took.He looked terrible.Broken.Terrified.Yet somehow, he smiled upon seeing me.A smile mixed with pain, fear, and desperation.“Jonathan…” My voice trembled violently. “What happened here?”He rushed toward me and grabbed my arm, trying to drag me back into the car, but I pulled myself away and stared at him in horror.“You’re a murderer…” I whispered.My eyes widened with disbelief as I stared at my own brother.“Jonathan… you’re a murderer.”He stood there helplessly, staring at me with eyes filled with guilt and fear.How did my handsome young brother become such a mess?The thought shattered me internally.Before either of us could speak again, the sound of approaching sirens echoed through the night.Jonathan’s face immediately drained of color.Without warning, he shoved me into the driver’s seat and jumped into the passenger side.“Drive!” he screamed, repeatedly glancing behind us in terror.Silence swallowed the car.The only sounds were my shaky breathing and Jonathan’s painful groans.When we finally got home, Jonathan sat quietly, avoiding my gaze completely.“Jonathan,” I said softly after a while, sitting beside him while cleaning his wound. “You’re safe now. Tell me everything.”He winced and screamed occasionally like a wounded child as I treated the injury.Then he confessed.My 22-year-old brother had joined a gang called the Black Hood.A dangerous criminal syndicate involved in all sorts of illegal activities.Robbery.Violence.Political assassinations.Extortion.They operated under a powerful boss who paid them handsomely. To the public, the man was a famous politician celebrated for his generosity and benevolence.But behind closed doors…He was the devil’s advocate.Jonathan explained that none of them had ever met the boss personally. They were only instructed through intermediaries to carry out dirty jobs and never question orders.Anyone who asked questions disappeared.Anyone who disobeyed died.Then Jonathan revealed the worst part.Their latest assignment had been to assassinate the son of a rival politician.As he spoke, I stared at him in complete disbelief.Every word felt heavier than the last.As a lawyer, my conscience screamed at me to report him immediately.But as his sister…As the one who practically raised him…I was torn apart.Protect justice?Or protect my blood?My chest tightened painfully as tears rolled down my cheeks.Family comes first…Right?Right?“He comes first,” I whispered repeatedly to myself, almost like a prayer.“He surely comes first.”

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