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Being alone Episode 23 & 24

Just as he had promised, I started my counselling the next day. He would always pick me up from the house and take me back home,then after my session,he’d come and take me home.
The session helped a lot as I also saw different girls whom their cases are a lot worse than mine, they were alre-ady acting like they were crazy. They avoided physical t©uçh and would scream whenever someone approached them.
I watched videos and listened to audio messages which were made to strengthen victims and get them back on their feet. I swore never to give up on life anymore. I swore to fight whatever it was that happened to me.
I had the session for three weeks before my own time was up. That afternoon, Hillary had come in his car and was waiting downstairs for me to finish signing up. A lot of my mates who were doing the session with me congratulated me and prayed for my success. I ran down the stairs and into Hillary’s awaiting arms. We [email protected] like we were long lost siblings. Someone who had seen us wouldn’t know he was the one that brou-ght me to the place that morning.
Hillary: I’m happy for you sweetheart.
Me: You made it possible. Thank you very much dear.
Hillary: So where do I take you?
Me: Before we go out,get into the car and I’ll tell you something.
Hillary: Now?
Me: Yes plea-se.
We both entered the car and he turned on the AC, staring at me like my face would give him the answers he nee-ded.
Me: I’m sorry but plea-se,I have something to tell you.
Hillary: That’s why we’re here. Tell me.
I cleared my throat and started talking. Telling him about my conversation with Gospel the day he had come to the house for lunch and dinner, including what he had said about not letting any other person have me. He maintained a straight face throu-ghout the period of my explanations.
Me: Baby I’m scared.
Hillary: I know. Nothing will happen to us. We’re meant to be and nothing or nob©dy will change that.
Me: But honey…..
Hillary: Sshhhhh. I don’t like the way you sound sometimes. You always sound discouraging and you have to st©p it.
Me: I’m sorry. It’s just that I’m scared that he might do something bad to you.
Hillary: He won’t t©uçh a strand of my hair. He’s just whining and talking trash. I won’t leave you the way he did. I’ll take care of you with all my life, with everything that I am.
Me: Thank you. I love you so much.
Hillary: And I love you more than life itself. So tell me where you wanna go for lunch and we’ll be there in 20 minutes.
We spent the rest of the day visiting places of interest and eating lots of junks.
Sometime around 6, he took me home and after a pas-sionate k!ssat the gate, I went into the house after I watched him drive off.
I had finished from the bathroom and ru-bbing some ointment on my face when my phone started ringing.
I looked at my phone and it was Hillary.
Me: Hi baby.
Caller: plea-se don’t be upset. Come to St. Patrick’s hospital at the moment. The owner of this phone was rushed here and his phone re-ad that you were the last person he contacted.
I looked at the screen of my phone and of course it was Hillary’s number. What was this guy saying?
Me: What do you mean by he was rushed to St Patrick? What happened to him?
Caller: I’m sorry ma but you nee-d to come and know for yourself. St Patrick plea-se.
He hung up before I could speak further. That was when I let my throat loose and screamed on t©p of my voice
Back at the Okoye’s residence, things haven’t being going down well with mother and daughter;
Mum: For months, we’ve not cooked in this house, always eating out. If we continue this way, we’ll go bankrupt before Christmas.
Nenye: What? Mum don’t even say that. Dad left a hvge amount of money for us. You’ve got your business and Amanda’s money too. How can you think of that word, bankruptcy?” Nenye said, filing her nails without looking up at her mum.
Mum: Look how it’s easy for you to say it? The weekly allowance I give you? The things you order online? You go to school, see something Amanda puts on and you come home and cry on my head that I get it for you. You insisted on a car and I bought you one. I must confess, you’re the one lavishing the money.
Nenye: Of course I’m your only child so you’ve got to do things to make me happy. Imagine that Amanda, if you see her phone, or the kind of clothes, handbags and jewelries she puts on? I think that’s why that clas-sy Rose [email protected]£ her friend, a girl I’ve wanted to befriend since last semester.
Mum: I’m saying something else and you’re here talking balderdash.
Nenye: Mum?
Mum: Get your useless self up from that chair and go to the kitchen. From today, we’ll do the cooking in this house.
Nenye stood up quic-kly but instead of going away, she dusted her short and placed her left hand on her [email protected]!st.
Nenye: When I wanted to learn how to do all these things, you st©pped me, you called it suffering. I won’t t©uçh a thing in this house, I won’t lift a f!nger. If you want someone who’ll do the cooking and household work, kindly get a house help, but if your pocket is too small to contain her, better do them yourself.
Mum: Nenye!
Nenye: Its the truth mum. I can’t do anything and plea-se,don’t make me do any. Anyways, today is Thursday, my allowance is tomorrow, hope you’ll still give me that. I deserve it you know.
Mum: Get out. Money is the only thing you care about.
Nenye: Fine. I’m sorry for the way I just spoke to you. You started all these you know.
Mrs Okoye raised a hand to [email protected] her but st©pped in mid air.
Nenye: Chei. Mumsy, you bin wan [email protected] me? I’m not Amanda o. I’m not Amanda that you treated anyhow. I’m not the curse of your misfortunes so no just try am. She’s gone now and you wan transfer that your wickedness to my side, no just try am.
Nenye walked away while her mother stared in shock. Did her daughter just talk to her in that manner? She sat down heavily on a sofa and the tears started flowing. Her daughter had just insulted her, using foul words on her? She carried her weeping self to the room and [email protected], crying her heart out and wondering where she had gone wrong(imagine)
We were on our way to St Patrick with Ken behind the wheels. Kamsi and I were sitting at the back and she was ru-bbing my shoulders.
Kamsi: He’s fine. Trust me.
Me: We just [email protected]£ home few hours ago. What must have happened to him? Jesus!
Kamsi: At least, I’m glad you’ve got a grip on yourself. Let’s get there first.
Me: Let nothing happen to him God. plea-se save him for me.
Kamsi: Nothing will happen to him. Trust God.
Me: I wonder where……
I was interrupted by my phone. It was an unidentified number so I picked it.
Me: Hello.
Caller: Baby.
That voice was familiar. I knew that voice. Where have I heard that voice before? I….
Me: Hillary!
Hillary: Yes baby. I…
Me: Sshh. We’re coming to the hospital to see you. Keep quiet and be still. I’m happy you’re okay. Your voice is….
By now, Ken had packed to a corner of the road and they were both looking at me with expectant eyes.
Hillary: Hospital? Who’s in the hospital?
I frowned my face immediately. So even in his Ill health, he loves to crack jokes?
Me: Now don’t [email protected] with me. We’re coming to that hospital.
Hillary: But I’m at home. I’m calling you with a friend’s number.
Me: At home? Have you been discharged?
Hillary: I wasn’t even in a hospital. We were together throu-gh out today nau so when did I get admitted?
Me: But baby, someone called with your number, saying you were rushed to the hospital. What then is that?
Hillary: Oh i think he got wat he deserved.
Me ; who?
Hillary: Bae, I don’t know him.
Me: Then how did it happen?
Hillary: Was withdrawing from an ATM when he suddenly bu-mped into me. He took my phone, my wallet and the money I withdrew. I’m glad he didn’t notice I was with my ride if not,he would have driven away in it.
I [email protected] and Kamsi focused more on me.
Hillary: But I’m fine.
Me: We were worried. Kamsi, Ken and I are even on the highway now.
Hillary: It’s alright. I’m fine. Just go back to the house. It’s late alre-ady.
Me: Of course we’ll go back. But I must get to that hospital and get your phone and other stuffs.
Hillary: Baby, let him be. I’m sure he’ll still sell those things off to foot his bills.
Me: I….
Hillary: Bae, just…,you know what? Give the phone to Ken.
I gave the phone to Ken who’s being silent throu-ghout the call. They talked for a while before he gave the phone to Kamsi. When they were throu-gh, Kamsi ended the call and gave me my phone.
Kamsi: Let’s go home.
Me: But….
Kamsi: Now,don’t argue. Ken, let’s go.
Ken started the ignition and hit the road again. I was angry. I don’t know the exact [email protected] of that Samsung but I knew it was very very expensive. How can we leave something that expensive for a common criminal? Nob©dy said a word anymore till we got home.
Mum and Gospel were outside when we drove in
Mum: Amanda, come my child.
I went into her arms immediately.
I heard Gospel asking Ken what happened.
After mum re-leased me, Kamsi told her what had really happened and she was relieved.
Mum: I was worried. God plea-se save this children.
She led us all inside. We said a quic-k prayer and everyone retired for the night. I went to my room, undressed and la-id on the be-d. I was very tired and I hoped to relax my bones for a while before putting on my nightie and going to be-d.
I unlocked my phone and started chatting. I got a message notification so I opened it;
“why can’t you just love me the way you love this boy? I saw how you ran out of the house just because you got a call that he was in an accident. Amy plea-se, love me”
With a quic-k thought,I knew it must be Gospel so I replied;
“love comes to those who love. You’re not the right person for me so I’ll advice you quit trying.”
Seconds later, a reply [email protected]£ in;
” I love you and I’ll do anything to prove it to you. Just give me some time with you.”
I refused to reply. I continued with my chat, Kamsi had a picture of her and Ted in her profile. I opened the picture and started looking at it, imagining it was me and Hillary. Just then, a call [email protected]£ in. It was the same number Hillary had used in calling me.
Me: Hello dear.
Hillary: Not sleepy yet?
Me: No. But I’m lying down. I’m very weak and tired.
Hillary: Enough reason you should be slee-ping by now. So ma’am, close those lovely eyes.
I stiffed a yawn and smiled.
Me: Not yet honey, I’m yet to dress for the night. I’m ba-re.
Hillary: Oh! Okay then, I just called to say good night.
Me: Thanks my love. Sleep ti-ght.
Hillary: Thanks. And don’t sleep ba-re.
I blu-shed.
Me: I won’t. Take care.
Hillary: Okay dear.
We hung up and I changed position, lying face up with my ti-ps pointing towards the ceiling. I smiled as I thought of Hillary’s goodness. We had never gone past k!ss!ngand he seemed comfortable with it. Now I was throu-gh with my counseling, I’ll initiate a dee-per intimacy. He’s my b©yfri£ndand he deserves it.
He walked into my room na’ked and surprisingly, I smiled at him. I was still lying face up and made no attempt to cover my ba-re self.
He bolted the door and started a graceful walk to my be-d, with his hvge member pointing upwards and a bit curved. I sat up and we held each other’s gaze for a while before I raised my hand and wra-pped his hvge member in my hand. It was so big that my hand couldn’t even cover it properly. We had some [email protected] minutes.
I felt something heavy on my che-st and I started shaking, throwing my legs and hands in the air. A warm s-en-sation washed over me and I felt myself going throu-gh an [email protected] bliss. He gently and lovingly k!ssme.
Hillary: Are you re-ady? Or should we wait?
What kind of man is this? Even at this point, he sought my opinion.
Me: plea-se. Make me a woman.
Hillary: But bae,I don’t want you to regret anything. I’ll wait till you’re re-ady. Don’t do this to plea-se me.
Me: No no. plea-se. I want it now. Take me now.
Hillary: Let me get the CD from the bathroom.
I nodded and he stood up and disappeared into the bathroom. I turned to face the direction he had gone only to feel someone tapping my shoulders. I turned to see who it was.
I jumped and looked at him. He was smiling. The chilly s-en-sation on my ti-ps reminded me that I was still ba-re so I quic-kly [email protected]£d my blanket and covered myself. I had sle-pt off while I thought about my b©yfri£ndand Jesus! Was that a dream? It was too real to be a dream. Now,what was this fool doing in my room? He had seen my unclothedness. Gosh!
Gospel: You’re beautiful.
what guts?
Me: What are you doing in my room?
He still stood there, just beside my re-ading table and he was smiling shamelessly.
Gospel: Was your dream about us? I’ve been here, watching you beg for a re-lease.
Now I was angry. But I can’t let him have a second show of my b©dy.
Me: I repeat for the last time, what are you doing here?
Gospel: Hey! Come on. I had s£nt you a message and you didn’t reply so I decided to come and talk to you. We’ve pas-sed the stage of s£nding messages. We should sought it out once and for all.
Me: You’re talking nons-en-se. And when you saw I was na’ked, why didn’t you carry your filthy self out of my room?
His smile disappeared.
Gospel: Amanda, don’t use stupid words on me.
Me: Why? Wait till morning when I’ll tell mum you were spying on my ba-re form.
He shook his head and [email protected]£d the edge of my table.
Gospel; It’s okay. I’ll just go. Not because I’m scared of your threat or something but because I want to respect you.
Me: Thank you. So get out.
Gospel: Okay.
Instead of going out,he [email protected]£ in further and st©pped at the edge of my be-d.
Gospel: Between, if that’s how you [email protected] , then he’s not doing it better
He smiled and turned, trying to leave the room. I had to say something to make that smile disappear. Just before he opened the door, I found the right words;
Me: But at least, in my dreams, he’s getting something you’ll never get and very soon,I’ll make this dreams turn to reality, trust me.
He turned, his smile disappearing entirely. It was my turn to smile. He couldn’t stand it so he walked away, ban-ging my door in the process.
I smiled, carried my ba-re form to the door and bolted it before going to be-d.

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