10

Chris just got home; he loosened his tie, took the remote, and turned off the playing TV set. "Honey!" he called out. He didn't get a response so he dropped the remote control and climbed upstairs to their bedroom.

He looked around the house suspiciously, got into his bedroom, and walked towards the drawer. He tried to open it but it was locked. He turned to the wardrobe, opened it, and brought out a lone key under the heap of arranged clothes.

He opened the drawer with the key and brought out a document. He read through and his countenance changed. He closed his eyes and bit his lips to withhold his anger, he dropped the documents back it the drawer, locked it, and flounced out of the room.

As he drove, he phone-called his aunty.

"Hello Aunty Esther"

Over the phone, we could hear Esther's voice. "My lovely Chris, what's up?"

"I might kill someone today," He said casually still driving.

"Okay," there was a long beat of silence. "I don't know what that person did to you but I'm not going to cover your ass this time. You better control your goddamn self or I'll imprison you myself, do you understand me?"

"Yes ma"

The phone beeped at the other end and Chris threw it over to the back seat. His fingers drummed along the steering wheel as his jeep made its way down the road. Soft country music poured out of the radio, and his head bobbed along with it. He clenched his fist against the steering and sped away to the bar.