BREAKING IN - PART | 04

I lay hidden in the bushes along with hungry mosquitoes near the entrance of the PG Girls Hostel that night, waiting patiently for the gates to close for the night. Locked and chained.

A cold shiver vibrated through me as I stood looking at the huge gate. The Gate of Doom. The eeriness of the night started to play. A dog cried somewhere. Gulp! Another electric shiver shot through my spine. I wanted to run back home and hide under the blanket. But I knew I couldn’t. I was a man on a mission!

I took a deep breath and shuffled through my pocket for the key. The key glittered in the moonlight. I put the key in the lock. Nothing happened. You’re just nervous, bird-brain! Relax. Take a deep breath and try again. I tried again. But the key wouldn’t turn in the lock.

Sweat flowed.

Dammit! Hundred bucks and the lousy thing won’t work! Christ sakes, this couldn’t be happening. God! Not tonight. Please don’t do this to me. I know I’ve been a big pain in everyone’s behind, but puhleeeeeese help me out here, Lord! I looked up.

The key still didn’t budge. Now what?

Minutes ticked by. My mind remained blank as I continued cursing the two-timing twig-head who sold me the skeleton key.

I knew I was left with no choice but to climb the darn wall! Huge prison walls.

My first attempts were feeble and yielded no positive results owing to the large mid-section that I had developed from my frequent indulgences with the junk food. But perseverance finally got me up – only too late to realise that the wall was studded with glass pieces.

Seconds later, along with many muffled screams I dropped on the other side of the wall –hands bleeding, shirt ragged and my favourite jeans torn. Not to mention the agitating pain.

Tears were involuntarily flowing through my eyes like waterfalls. I managed to pull out a kerchief to tie my bleeding palms, when suddenly a flash of light flickered toward me. My eyes darted towards the source…

Lord, mercy! It was the darn watchman!

TO BE CONTINUED…