Writer's POV
Beth decided to let her thoughts drift off to the first day she had seen Christian. Because he was still hugging her from behind. With their naked bodies clasped together.
Flashback
The sand coloured haired waitress had come to take her order with a friendly smile, plastered on her face. Because she knew Beth as one of their regular customers, and the two were quite acquainted.
After chatting for a few moments, she left to go bring Beth's order, while Beth sat even more on her chair, and decide to take in view of the deco of the restaurant. Heavy fans were on the ceiling, that spun lazily, reducing the variety smell of food.
Beth's phone beeped with a text message, and she had carried the phone up from the tabletop to read the context of the text message.
That was the moment, two boys made their way into the restaurant, cursing in their thick
Writer's POV"I'm leaving for Nigeria tomorrow." Beth announced so suddenly, in a distressful manner, that Christian was quite confused for a few moments. He blinked a few times, and when his brain properly aligned what he just heard, he disengaged himself from the hug and recoiled a step backwards."Leaving?" He questioned, with his eyebrows furrowing in confusion. "Why?""Because I have a life there. I only came here for three months, and today is my last day on here. That's why I lied to you. I couldn't bring myself to tell you, because I was so scared." Beth responded, hugging her naked body to herself, with her head down and her shoulders sagging in worry.He had finally gotten the truth from her. Forcefully.
Flashback nine years.Writer's POVBeth recalled all that just happened. It was music class, and it was her turn to sing. She had even worn her best dress to school on that day, and had tried to aww the class, because her uncle and grandpa had pointed out that she had a very nice voice for singing. They had really complimented her dress that morning, telling her how beautiful she was. And she had believed them. Only to arrive at school, at get laughed at by her classmates. Worse, her voice was being mocked, and she was being thrown food, by these classmates. Something her teacher couldn't put to stop. Rather she let it all happened to her. Despite it was really wrong. And she wasn't supposed to be treated like that.The world was cruel. She thought.Because she had wanted to fit in, wanted to be liked by all. But she had made a big fool of herself, by assuming she was going to get praised for singing p
I knew I did the right thing, by choosing to walk out of Christian's life. Not that I had a choice anyway. And inspite of my heart being sick, guilt still stung me deeply. Because Christian loved me so much. And it hurt that I left him. I could still remember how I had met him, and how things had transpired between us. The way he had carried me on his back as we walked on the subway. How he had sang songs, and made me fall more in love with him. And how he had pleasured me to the extent that I began wondering what on Earth I had been doing with my life, before I met him. But I had left. Because I had a life in Nigeria. My parents and siblings were awaiting for my return. And I had to be tutored in Maths. I knew Christian was already hurting because of me. Then thought about how easily Christian would forget me, because he already had multiple sexual partners. I could still recall how Christian
Christian had told me when we were just friends, that he could never stick to just one person. Christian was only inlove with me, but didn't leave the numerous women and girls in his life. He still carried on with his relationship with them. Something which had made me to feel really insecure, back in London. And on the contrary, I thought it was good things ended between us. Because I could no longer contain that feeling of not being the only one. I was quite relieved on that part. Whenever I saw him with a girl, I would have this thought of him having and affair with the girl. And it made me really uneasy. I loved him so much, but I didn't have peace of mind. Since I kept myself for him alone, but he couldn't do the same. Although I had accepted that he couldn't be with only me, that there were other girls he treated just like me, but that couldn't stop me from loving him. Even though it hurt me greatly, that I would never be the only on
Present. After mom caught me trying to sneak info my room, she grounded me for a whole month. And also refused Emily from coming to the house to pay me visits. I was to babysit my younger siblings, get tutored in Maths, and just read till I drift to sleep. Mom also seized my phone and deprived me of watching TV. She was really disappointed that I could sneak out of the house at night, to go to Emily's house for night parties. And used every slightest opportunity to tell me how disappointed she was in me. She told Dad about it, and he laughed over it. Saying I was just a teen who was trying to break the rules. He even claimed that it was very normal. And this had made mom to groan out of frustration. Because she was expecting him to agree with her. Which he clearly didn't. Things were quite hard for me. I didn't have the freedom to do things I wanted. And this made me miss London so much. That I began regrettin
Few weeks later, I was released and I went back to my normal life. Although mom made sure she always checked up on me, in the middle of the night, to see if I was going to sneak out of the house to attend night parties. I wouldn't blame her, though. It was something a typical mother would do, in safety of her child. Alcohol and sneaking out late at night was illegal for my age, and mom being a doctor ensured that I was always at home. She kept watchful eyes over me, whenever she wasn't on her night shifts. She did this because she didn't want me sneaking out of the house at night. Not like I would even do it. Because what I went through, taught me a great lesson. Although I used to sneak out of the house, to drink alcohol. Because it made me to sometimes forget about my past failed relationships. Which reminded me of the ill stbistin luck I had, ahen it came to my love life. The one with Pete, and then Christian. I didn't e
I was at the mall, doing grocery shopping when I saw a guy dressed in black hoodie, staring directly at me. Probably his eyes had been fixed on me for along time. And when he saw that I had caught him looking, he refused to look away. Instead, he carried on staring. And this made me really uncomfortable and stirred up anger inside of me. Some people lacked manners, because it really was inappropriate to carry on staring at someone you don't even know. And I hated to see that this guy was still staring at me like that. This had me wondering if he was some criminal, or kidnapper. We were in Lagos, and strange things always happened. Maybe he was looking at me, because he wanted to use me for rituals. I hurriedly snap out of those negative thoughts. Assuming maybe the person was just innocent. Or he was looking at me that way because he had interest in me. My boobs always sold me out, where ever I went. And it caused a lot of perverts to
The next time I saw Renny, was when I took my siblings to the park. It was a Saturday, and mom had taken baby Jessica to the hospital with her. And I was instructed to take Damon and Tracey to the park, so they could have fun. After giving them their bath, and wearing them nice clothes, I ordered for an Uber which arrived very fast. And then we headed straight to the park. Renny was the least of the person's I was expecting to see. He was there with his friends, laughing, talking and having a good time. There were girls with them, and I was wondering which one was his girlfriend. One black petite girl had her arm wrapped around his the whole time, that I could feel jealousy crawling on my skin. Something I couldn't understand, because Renny was a guy I was supposed to hate, after what he did at Emily's house. He had insulted me. So why was I feeling jealous that he was with a girl? And immediately he saw me,