My challenge!

Last week a friend of mine sent me a link to a certain blog. It's called 'as told my nono' I think. He wanted me to take part in a little challenge. The blog provided a paragraph which was to be the concluding paragraph of a story. I read the paragraph and noticed it was a Nigerian blog, hence the 'big english' lol. It seemed interesting so I took it up. This is the ending paragraph.

…….Out of breath; she burst into her bedroom. Her chest heaving. Up. Down. Up. Down. Her left hand held on tightly to the gash higher up on her right arm. It was 5:00p.m. Was she too late? She lowered herself to the floor, pursing her lips, bearing the pain. She stretched out her bloody hand to pull out the metal box. It was out. She gently opened it.
It was empty. What? Empty?
Her lips stretched into an unbelieving, cynical smile even as tears fell from her eyes. 

I know what you are thinking! LOL but this is my story :)


“Mrs. Owusu I will make sure I finish it when…” She assured but Mrs. Owusu had hang up the phone. Her boss didn’t care that she was one of the most underpaid people in the company. She worked her to the bone and beyond. She was finally home. She opened the small wooden gate and walked in. Just when she tried to open the door to the house her phone fell and pieces flew everywhere. “Oh no, no please don’t be broken.” Karen said putting the pieces together. She turn it on but it appeared the screen was broken. She swore as she entered the living room.

“Hey, why are you home so late?!” Her fathered demanded. He was sitting down with a bottle of whiskey rolling at his feet. “I’m not late. It’s not even five yet” She shrugged. “Your foolish sister has not come home yet either. What the hell do you want me to eat eh?!” He thundered and stood up. Karen was heading for the kitchen when he grabbed her hand. “I’m sure Anita just stayed out to study for her exams.” She said to cover her little sister. “Nonsense!” He screamed and slapped her. Karen held her cheek and staggered. She fought the tears. He went closer to her and hit her even harder on her back. Karen fell down this time. She couldn’t take the pain. Then this time her father kicked her in the stomach yelled “you and your sister should have died in that accident along with your mother!”

Almost like a miracle the pain disappeared and Karen stood up bleeding in her nose and holding the empty bottle.This had to stop and it had to stop now! “I’m sure God made a mistake. You are the one who should have died!” she screamed. She hit the bottle on the wall and charged at him with the broken head. This caught him by shock and he couldn’t move fast enough to swerve. She stabbed him right in the chest. He gathered enough strength to push her back and she fell right into the other broken pieces with one large piece piercing right through her arm. She cried out in pain and turned to look at her father. He had fallen to his knees. The blood had soaked his shirt. Then she finally fell face flat to the ground. Then Karen started to think. She had to get out of the house but where could she run to? Then she remembered; she and Anita had planned to run away several years ago to an uncompleted house their mother was building before she died. They had both saved some money. She had to grab the money and leave the house before the Police got there or even her father’s drinking mates!

…….Out of breath; she burst into her bedroom. Her chest heaving. Up. Down. Up. Down. Her left hand held on tightly to the gash higher up on her right arm. It was 5:00p.m. Was she too late? She lowered herself to the floor, pursing her lips, bearing the pain. She stretched out her bloody hand to pull out the metal box. It was out. She gently opened it.
It was empty. What? Empty?
Her lips stretched into an unbelieving, cynical smile even as tears fell from her eyes.