The black SUV hummed across the length of the black tarred road as towering buildings swept past its side of the road. It was a cold day, one of those days when the mister who was driving the car did not wish to be out here.

The heater in the car was working fine, but it seemed as though it was working all too fine. The driver and husband could not blame it though, he was in the car with his wife who was by his side and his son in the car, it was bound to be like this.

His wife had been getting on his nerves, telling him how much he had not been paying attention to the wellbeing of his son, even though he knew that the did just everything possible for the whole family. Or would they have preferred he did nothing and just had to be stopping by for everything family related while his business suffered on the side?

It was preposterous. Did his wife forget what that without money, one could not run a home? In fact, without money there was no possibility of love. Who was the person that would come to claim that one could love without having money? Then he was sure, without doubts that such a person was a fool. 

Either a fool or the person did not want to take life seriously. No two ways about that.

Mr. Adebayo huffed to himself, driving the car in silence. He had a white shirt on, a black tie dancing at the neck collar. He had a Dolce and Gabbana belt, the type that was made of gold. His philosophy to life was if you had the money, then you had to flaunt it, after all, one did not live forever so what was the point of all hoarding the money and not being able to spend it?

It was useless. But then he did not just spend indiscriminately though.

His black shoes, radiated shines even despite the fact that it was out of the reach of the sun light. it was just as qualitative as that. He was driving his automatic ride, the private one that had been exclusive to his family and himself alone. Which meant that he could not afford to have his driver here. It was against the family rules, plus his wife was sure to have his head after that.

And to the God in the heaven, the last thing he wanted was for her to begin nagging him. He sighed, blowing out a whistle of air from his pursed lips. He was dark complexioned, afro hair and a neat teddy that ran across the sides of his face. He had a square rimmed glasses seating on the ridge of his nose even as he drove, his forehead wrinkled with creases of thoughts.

His wife was by his side but she said nothing, She had a black curly hair style that was flowing down the length of her neck and was spread across her shoulders as well. her skin tone was complexioned yellow.

She had a plump chest, one of things that had endeared her to him. he loved his wife having a large bosom so that he could always flaunt her plus cuddles would be definitely be more interesting. On her neck were jewelries of different kind, most of them gold in color and sparkling out against the dull day that they were in.

The wife, compared to him had a relaxed expression, her facial composure was top of the notch. he almost could not tell if she was angry or not. Not that he cared. it was better for him if she never did get angry at him. 

But then again, he knew she was only being modest because his son was in the backseat.

 He could not believe that his son would do all that he did despite the efforts that he had put into the education. in his won time, he had not gotten into a school as luxurious as Kings College and it pained him that his son would not take the opportunity he had even more serious. The fact that his son had a lackadaisical attitude to his education pained him, which made him not come anyway the school premises. Better that than seeing the loser his son was.

He did not hate his son. But how in Gods name would his son, the one and only son he had be able to inherit all when he was turning out to be a dunce?

Maybe that was too much in the future. He whistled out another bout of air through his pursed lips. He could not bear to think that when his friends boasted about the achievements of their children in high school, that he could not bear to bring up the name of his own son. It was that frustrating. Especially when he had to endure their looks hat edged him on to speak about his son.

But how could he? His son was a failure, one he was not proud of. If only the boy of his would get his shit together and man up, then perhaps his own perspective of him would change.

"Honey." His wife reprimanded him with a stern gaze. "Calm down. It is just a report and not the end of his life. Give the boy some space and stop fretting over the wheels. If you want to get angry, then get angry when you are not the one driving. In case you have not noticed, the oncoming drivers have been throwing curses at you for the way you have been driving. Please o!" She chided him, her face still remaining calm despite the fact that her voice had gone up by volumes.

"Right!" He sighed to himself. His wife was right. He had to control himself before things got out of hands.

He peeped over his shoulder briefly, his eyes suddenly going ablaze at the sights of his son relaxing in the back. How dare him relax after that woeful performance he had in school? That fledging failure was supposed to be reflecting on the life choices that he had before him and not try to be resting in the car that he had gotten with his intellect and hard work.

Angered, he swirled around, letting go of the steering for  a brief second as his right hand arched to the backseat, the flat of his palm extended for a slap against his dozing son.

His palm descended against the face of his son clad in the white shirt and white trousers, having a blue and white striped tie against his neck.

SLAAPPP!

"Adebayo!" His wife blasted out, looking back as he turned around, satisfied that he had slap woken his son back to reality.  "What was that for?"

"Aouch!" The boy grimaced, instinctively feeling for his right cheek as the slap stunning him into consciousness. He frowned feeling his cheeks tingle, his eyes almost turning red with sadness and misery.

"Lekan needs to learn that he needs to take life more seriously." Lekan heard his father echo out against his mothers voice. "After failing, all he could do is to stay there and sleep like it was nothing to him. He cannot even reflect over his failure."

"What?" Lekan echoed out in response. "Is that why you..."

"Waitt..." Lekan said to himself, frowning slightly as brought his hand to his face. Something was not right. This was like it had happened before. 

He looked to the front where his parents were bartering words with one another furiously. His eyes widened at the fact that he was seating in the car, shocked at the turn of events.

"Wait.. My parents ought to be dead, already. they should. Why am i in the car with them?" He said to himself, feeling a vague feeling of emptiness deep inside of him. It was like as if something often resided inside of him, something that he could not feel at the very moment right now.

His frown deepened as he tried to convince himself that he was only but a dream but just then, he saw the scene he had seen before, something that had been the founding idea of what he had become. The figure of his father stretching out his right hand angrily to slap his mother.

"No!" Lekan barked out, a foreboding rising inside of him. Somehow, he knew that this would be the end.

And instinctively, he yelled, trying to lean forward in a bid to stop the slap. "No, We ARE GOING TO cRAAAAAAASSSSHHHHHH!

CRASSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

The SUV bounced into the air as the eighteen wheeler truck braked against it.  Screams erupted out of the SUV while it danced midair, hands flailing out of the front windows, almost as if they were despairing for help.

But it was too late.

KA-BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM! The SUV went in flames before landing down against the ground, a burnt husk of itself.

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(A/N)

Well, now we are getting to that climax. Still stick around here, we are getting a clearer picture now.