All Chapters of The Deceiver's Handbook: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

“Let’s leave this premises before he harms us," I urged my sister, pulling her by the arm. We both ran out immediately into the streets, far away from his prying eyes and then we stopped to sit under a caravan store that was closed for the day. I was panting heavily and gasping for breath, and Kelly had to tap my back to ease off the stress and tension. “I know she wouldn’t ever be needing another life lesson,” Kelly said, referring to our aunt.“Hopefully… but we all know her; she has a heart so large, that she’s so willing to accommodate any and everyone, their excesses inclusive,” I remarked trying to find a balance on the wooden stool that I sat on.“We’re shying away from the problem at hand, we need to get mama out of there before he commits her to further torture like he did to his wife,” she said, with a tone of urgency.Let’s call the police,” I said, recalling the suggestion of Nelly, just before we left the house. That was really our last resort because neither of us cou

“Hey sissy! I just dropped her off at her house and I’m headed to yours,” I said to Nicole and dropped the call to focus on my driving.I had seen several people die accidentally from using their mobile devices while on the car's steering wheel and I didn’t want to join in the statistics. I was such a mono-tasker, such that I could barely carry out two activities at a time. During my lover boy era, I had countlessly told my girlfriend that I could never cheat even if I wanted to.I was the type of guy who would mix up the names of two girls as well as their personal information. I could be chatting with Chloe and mentioning something from my date with Carla the previous day. It was that bad!I rolled my hands following the steering wheel for a reverse out of Sheena’s street. It was nightfall already and I saw myself passing the night at Nicole’s home because I was so drained from the date.As the thoughts of the gentlemanly display I put up a few minutes ago at the restaurant replaye

“Mom, I'm holding your hands tightly and I'll never let go, can you promise me that you'll stay for me? Mom, you're my everything, my life, the best mom to ever exist in the world, I cannot imagine a life without you.”“My baby, Drew, I wish I could say that I would stay but it's not in my power to say that. I can feel myself losing it and darling, I wished life did not come at me this way,” she said, her eyes dripping with tears.“No Mom, don't speak like that. You need to exercise your faith in your healing,” I replied, caressing her hand which I held in mine.“Baby, when I had you at the hospital ten years ago, I looked forward to doing life with you till good old age. I foresaw a future where I'd always stand firmly by your side, cheering you on through every victory, but I guess the universe had alternative plans.”“Today, I lie on my sick bed like a potato, heavily bedridden and losing my life right before my eyes. I have fought hard since my diagnosis a year ago until this crit

“Wow! Dad! I never knew I had a sibling. Where has he been all these while? How did I never get to see him? Why did mom never tell me about him?” I asked my dad, a look of surprise written all over my face.As a kid, this was by far the most shocking revelation I'd had in my entire life; a sibling appearing from nowhere, one that I had no idea about their existence!My eyes lingered on the boy, scanning him properly from head to toe to see if he looked like any of us or possessed similar features with us but he looked totally different, making me even more confused than I was in the beginning.“Uhm… these questions are a whole lot, well… Sammy, meet Drew your big brother, and Drew, meet Sammy your little brother.”“Hi, Sammy,” I said, extending my hands for a handshake, following my father’s attempt at introducing us.Sammy was a cute little boy with a smattering of freckles across his nose. He had curly long brown hair that fell across his forehead like a mop. Boy was blessed with so

Sammy’s presence in the house made life a living hell for me.The incident of the spilling of the flour paved the way for a more carefree attitude and disposition, but more than that, it made my dad effortlessly take sides with Sammy who had now become his favorite son, while I was seen as the devil.Every misdeed that occurred in the house had everyone pointing accusing fingers at me automatically, and no one ever cared to listen to my side of the story.To my dad, Sammy was perfect and I was the kid who needed therapy and remedial actions. Sammy could never do wrong in his eyes and that bothered me greatly.It had been two months since he came to stay with us and I was the one doing the adapting when it should have been the other way round. One fateful Sunday morning, I woke up from the bed and knelt to pray just before I began my day as my mother had taught me.She always said that every individual had their peculiar beliefs and a deity in which they trusted and ours happened to b