Betrayal

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Betrayal
It is said that the individuals who are very dear to us are the ones that cause us great misery and that the worst kind of betrayal is the one from the loved ones. It is hard to believe that the people you care about could be the first ones to attempt your life. Sadly, this is true. Just like the Biblical Judas who broke bread with Jesus Christ but still gave him up to the Pharisees for thirty coins of silver (Ehrman 21), our close associates could be the same people setting us up.
The occurrences of that tragic day are still fresh in my mind as if it were yesterday. 6 pm was the time I left school for home, and as usual, my school bus dropped me by the gate. The evening was silent and peaceful as usual except for the distant chirping of birds, and a fresh breeze that left goose bumps all over my skin. Our homestead was located on the southern end of the Kingsville Estate with only a few houses in the neighbourhood, most of whom the owners were never available most of the time. Even though my dad said that the environment was conducive to my studies, I felt unsafe every time I was dropped by the gate.
Dusk was soon taking charge. I walked towards the gate, and to my surprise, it swung open. Usually, it would take me several minutes of knocking before Dwayne could open the gate for me. In fact, Dwayne would always let me hit the gate for several minutes before letting me in. This was unusual, but I dismissed my suspicions upon spotting my dad’s car within the compound.

I ran towards the door with excitement and to my astonishment my dad was there lying on the floor, with swollen lips, and blood was oozing from his left arm. Beside him stood three muscular men dressed in black suits, with black woolen hoodie masks, and armed with silenced pistols.
I was both frightened and angry but could not stand the sight of my dad bleeding; I rushed towards him. “Kyle stay there!”, He shouted while trying to stop me from taking another step. No sooner had he moved an inch than he got a kick on his back that sent him sprawling on the floor. “Where is the money!”, shouted one of the masked men, “you either tell us where you are hiding them or else we will shoot you on the other arm and make you watch as we shoot every single member of your family, one by one!”.
“Please Jack tell them where you are hiding the remaining cash,” pleaded my mom, squeezed between two chairs, with my sister Jill tightly held close to her chest. The air smelt of terror. A few minutes passed by, a moment of eerie silence, and my dad said nothing. The armed men were up to no good, and I held my breathe in prayers hoping my dad would give in to their demand before they could start shooting each one of us.
Earlier on my dad had won a lottery worth a hundred thousand dollars which he decided kept out of the limelight due to security reasons. Neither our closest family friends nor neighbours knew about my family’s new blessing. My dad had then gone ahead to purchase a brand-new Subaru Forester, his dream car, despite my mom’s idea of business investment. My dad was into lavish expenditure, which often saw him at loggerheads with mom. He then decided to keep the remaining amount of money in the house, somewhere only he knew while looking for possible business ventures. He had dismissed my mom’s suggestion to save the money in the bank, and now it had landed him in trouble.
“We are giving you the last chance to save your family,” said one of the gunmen with his pistol pointed at my mom’s head. Blood curdled in my veins, my heartbeat rate accelerated and I wished Dwayne was there to rescue us. Dwayne was like my elder brother, adopted by my parents after his parents passed away on a road accident, leaving him an orphan at the age of 14. Before I was born, he was my parents’ only child. He was a tall, massive, and masculine rugby player leaving no doubt that he could take down the thugs. Bang! Bang! Went two gunshots. I wanted to run towards my mom, shield her from the bullets but my body froze. I closed my eyes, waited for my turn. Bang! Went another shot. I thought I was dead, but I wasn’t. My dad, mom, and sister were also alive! What was happening?
The three gunmen were lying motionless on the floor. Police officers stormed into our house, armed to the tooth. They immediately unmasked the robbers and among them was Dwayne! Confusion, anger, grief, and disbelief enveloped the vicinity, and my mom could not help but burst into tears. How could her son submit her to such kind of treatment? Even though we felt relieved having been saved from the jaws of death, we were both sad for Dwayne’s death and angry with him for attempting to rob his own family. Were it not for Mr. Lucas, a neighbor and also a close family friend tipping off the cops we could be dead.
Works CitedEhrman, Bart D. The Lost Gospel of Judas Iscariot: A new look at betrayer and betrayed. Oxford University Press, 2008.