Wrong Number

Chapter 1.Pain is only temporary they say, they forget to add that some can actually kill in that small amount of time. It's almost 2 Am and I am still rolling around in my bed irrespective of the fact that I am going to work tomorrow. I closed my eyes and tried to slow my heartbeat hoping it will make me sleep but nothing seems to be helping, the only thing I feel is the excruciating pain I feel with every heartbeat. I hit my chest so hard hoping the physical pain will overrule the emotional pain but it didn't, I stood up from the bed and went and grabbed a glass of water. Everywhere is so quiet, I used to live with my best friend Jessica but she got married last month and I was also expecting to finally tie the knot with my prince charming, gosh we have been dating for 3 years. I keep searching my head trying to think what I did wrong, I have never cheated, he was the one that took my virginity, I have never requested for money I have always been a girl that love being indep

*Your kind gesture warms my heart, really* he said and I giggled.*People have always said I am a good girl* I sent. We kept texting that I forgot that I am actually texting with airtime. I was disappointed when my text refused to send indicated that I no longer have airtime."Damn" I cursed under my breath. I checked the time and it still remains an hour to closure I then decided to round up and go home. *Hope you are still alive* I received a text from him and I smiled, though the text sounded absorbed it still made me smile and eager to reply too bad I have no airtime. I hurried on my way way so I will be able to recharge and continue our chat, if only he's on WhatsApp or even Facebook.*Seriously are you still alive?* well I don't blame him, with the pace I was replying it's normal for him to think that something is wrong since I haven't replied him. After getting home I quickly recharged my phone, I stopped using bank recharge when it made me use up my

I came back so exhausted, I am drained bot physically and emotionally. I have relived the little encounter a thousand times in just this few hours.After showering the only thing on my mind is to log in and chat with Mysterio. I sat down on the sofa and offed every bit of light, even the TV is off, I feel the darkness suits my mood right now.*Hi Mister* I sent after I have gone through his mesaages, it's mainly about how he needed me to entertain him. Funny his squibble manage to put a smile on my face.*Hello Missy**You kept your Prince charming waiting**Princesses are suppose to be the one waiting in a dark tower* he sent 3 messages instantly, someone is missing me, I sniffed a laugh.*Sorry* I reply as I feel unmotivated to chat, I guess am not healed like I thought.*Sorry?**That's not enough Princess* He started calling me that yesterday after I refused to call him Prince Charming. He thought calling me Princess would make me call him

"Hello Witchy" "What have I done this time around" he always call me witchy when I do something bad."Nothing, I just think it's a nice name for you this afternoon also considering the meeting I just had" "Meeting? So finally you have left your parents cottage" I teased him."Seems so, so how is your day going" "Well we have finally done our presentation with the new C.E.O" I have been telling him about it and how scared I was."Am sure you made me proud" I smiled as he always have a way of making all my worries turn to pixie dust."So what was your meeting about""Nothing much, just meeting new people and signing bunch of papers" he is always vague about how his day went. I sense he is hiding his identity through that way."It won't kill you to actually be straight to me once" I said a little bit annoyed."Am straight missy, I will never turn gay" he amused changing the subject, "You're just hopeless, we

      I can't believe how bored today is, I didn't speak to Mysterio I have been trying his number it hasn't been reachable making me think if he took it like I instructed him to. I did all he asked me, luckily I was able to occupy my day with interracting with the customers. "What's wrong with you today?" Emeka our company driver asked me, I guess even him noticed my sad mood "Nothing, just feeling stressed" I said tiredly, I guess he took at as a sign and decided not to push the matter. Our days was spent in silence only talking about work related things. When I got back home the usual excitement that I always feel is gone, that's because I won't be talking to him tonight again.      Today again is the same thing, no way of reaching him, I just did all he asked me and wore my black undies like he instructed. Funny how he has been the one instructing me on which undies to wear, I never had such connection with josh, it