The ghost of Annabelle episode 2 – 3

The Ghost Of Annabelle 😨
Episode 2 & 3 😍
I opened the white envelope and after re-ading its content, I left the office p@rticularly unashamed. In truth, I had found my job as an agricultural researcher boring. It was not what I had expected while I was in the university but I was not in the least sad. When I went to my boss’ office to plead for clemency, he looked disdainfully at me and instead of battling to get his mercy, I left quietly. As I was saying good-bye to my as-sistant who handed me the letter earlier on, I t©uçhed the scar beneath my right eye and it ignited thoughts about Annabelle. I had gotten the scar just before I stabbe-d her. I had worn the scar like a badge of man-hood, never hinting that I had gotten it when I was beating a woman. As I was walking to my car, I looked like a fallen warrior on the road to the palace of the king but when I opened the car door and sighted the ghost of Annabelle smiling at me, I fell down like a battered and shattered heart falling for his lost hearth. When she disappeared into thin air, I quic-kly entered the car and drove out of the office complex.
As I swerved the car to get around a pothole while on the road, a Jeep revved up and bashed my car. The tires of my car skidded and it st©pped abruptly. Interestingly, there was no car behind me. I c@m£ down from the car and started raining curses on the Jeep owner.
“Who do you think you are? You think you will just drive the way you like on the highway?” As I was hollering, the man inside the Jeep said no word as he threw some naira notes at me and drove off.
Across the road, I sighted a familiar face shouting my name again and again. I turned and saw Mabel, Annabelle’s best friend.
“Andrew, Andrew, Andrew.” She was shouting my name as she was crossing the highway.
“Ooh, Mabel, where have you been?” I asked, looking at her beautiful face.
“I’ve been around but your eyes have not taken notice of me.” She responded, lightly shaking her b©dy.
“When I look at you, I see a fine specimen of woman-hood.” I said, l!çk!ng myl-ips.
“Really? You make me feel totally s-en-seless.” She responded, now looking at me eye-ball-to-eye-ball.
“As I am seeing you now, I can’t help feeling so helpless.”
“C’mon, st©p flattering me; you’re ma-king my head to spin.” I said. Mabel really looked so stunning and was alre-ady ma-king me wonder in thoughts.
“I’m only saying the truth, missing you is like missing my very being.” I lied and she smiled to the rhythm of my words.
“Can we have supper this evening then?” She asked so calmly. I was alre-ady feeling like some guy just sacked from his office and now meeting a friend of my late fiancée. I was feeling like a demented loser and as useless as a dustbin, but speaking with Mabel meant a beautiful thing all to me.
“Having a dinner with you is an excellent idea.” I said with a chuckle.
“It’s a d@t£ then.” She said. “Come and pick me at my ap@rtment.” She added firmly.
“It’s a d@t£.” I grinned gently as I received her business card. After that, she crossed the road back to her car and before I realized it, she drove out of sight.
At sunset, I went to Mabel’s ap@rtment to take her out on the d@t£. In the innermost corners of my heart, I didn’t want my meeting her to incite any feelings but she was just too irresistible to be overlooked. She was elegantly dressed in a flawless go-wn and when she heard the sound of a car, I saw her peeping throu-gh her windowsill like a princess looking at the sun. When she c@m£ down, I opened the door for her and when she got inside the car, I s-en-sed the beautiful fragrance of her perfume; I felt that my world was not being shattered and battered beyond repair by the ghost of Annabelle. Seeing her indeed gave me hope for a better tomorrow. I simply listened as she spoke while on our way to “Peppermint Restaurant.” It was fabulous and I just listened as she spoke sweet words to my ears. It was so ro-mantic that I wished it never ended.
“So where have you been hiding since Annabelle’s disappearance?” Mabel asked me in her sweet voice when we were having dinner.
“I have been looking for Miss Right.”
“Wow, have you found her now?”
“I’m not further and farther from her.” Immediately these words tumbled from the ti-p of my ton-gue, she smiled, ex-posing the open teeth in the middle of her white set of teeth. She let me k!ssher and herl-ips tasted like mint explosion. She thought I loved her and she could take the place of Annabelle but Angela had taken the sweetest p@rt of my heart that was Annabelle’s and thinking of Mabel was just because of her attrac-tive looks but I had learnt from my previous relationsh!ps that beauty was skin de-ep. Anyways, it was a lovely evening with her.
Later on when I took her home, she invited me to stay over for the night but I had Angela on my mind. I had promised her that we’ll be going to the movies tonight and I didn’t want to break her heart; she was more precious to my heart than Mabel. This notwithstanding, Mabel drew my hand and closed the door.
“C’mon, say you don’t want me.” She said as she k!$$£d myl-ips and I didn’t know when we got to her be-droom. Having fun with her was more than I could describe; it will be like naming the nameless if I tried depicting it in words. It was plea-surable and like a treasure beyond measure, I respired to aspire for more.
“You can always have this if you remain my buddy.” She said with a smile.
We were exchanging words of love when my phone beeped.
“Are you expecting any call?”
“Yes, from my research as-sistant.” I lied.
Episode 3 ☺
Hello.” I answered the call.
“Hey sweetie, I’ve been waiting for you. Have you forgotten about our going to the movies?”
“Ooh, no, how can I? I’m actually on my way.” I said.
“Are you leaving me all here?” Mabel fumed and Angela heard the sound of her voice.
“Who the hell are you with?” Angela shouted over the phone and before I could give her a response, she ended the call.
“Mabel, I have to go.” I said hoarsely.
“Go to where? We’ve just started naa.”
“Noo, this is business; I can’t miss it.” I said as I c@m£ down from the be-d and quic-kly dressed up.
“Hey!” Mabel called as I opened the door. “Remember to call on me tomorrow; I’ll be missing you until then.” She said so sweetly.
As I was rushing to Angela’s place, I was caught on traffic.
“Oh my God!” I exclaimed. “What is this?” I asked myself. My heart was sinking and I thought about Angela. I only hoped her hearing a female voice over the phone did not irritated her. She had seen me with a lady once in my ap@rtment but I told her it was strictly business and nothing more. She believed me even while I lied and was everyday clinging to me like a bee clinging to its honey.
When I got to her ap@rtment, she heartily welcomed me as if she didn’t hear any voice over the phone. I led her to the car, opened its door and gestured her to the seat.
“So what were you doing with her?” She asked curtly. She sat down and I knew she was thinking about the voice she heard over the phone as I pondered what lie to tell her.
“St©p!” She said and I saw the car screeching to a st©p. I wondered if I was the driver maneuvering the steering wheel. “Who was that? Tell me or take me back home.” She said harshly.
“Angie, the voice you heard was that of my research as-sistant.”
“Research as-sistant?” She responded emphatically. She felt a little rattled. It wasn’t unusual for her to feel that there was more to it than I told her.
“I’ve lost interest in the movies; take me back home.” She said unconfidently. I pleaded with her that the voice over the phone was enraged on professional matters and not the other way round. She refused and never thinking of losing such charming, intelligent and charismatic damsel, I persuasively begged her and she grinned.
“See my baby ooh, let’s go joor…but never try this next time because you will end up jilted.” She said firmly.
“That’s my love.” I said and she smiled at me and I smiled back, continuing to maneuver the steering wheel and hoping to get to “Bluebird Cinemas” before ten o’clock.
When we reached “Bluebird Cinemas”, I ordered our entrees straightaway and we watched a Half of a Yellow Sun plea-santly. As we were watching the movie, we were gnawing “guruguru” and sipping from the bottles of the Malta Guiness we were holding with our left hands. I was genuinely interested in her and impressed by her feminine gorgeousness, the more she whispered to my ears, the more I never wanted to piss her off.
After about an hour of watching the movie, she leaned back at me and smiled before she focused on the movie.
“I’m so lucky to have you dear.” She said and that t©uçhed the bottomless p@rt of the de-epest p@rt of my heart. Like the person I’ve always dreamt to meet, she was really the damsel of my pas-sions and the materialization of my inventive genius. I wanted nothing to put us asun-der.
“I’m the happiest man in the world, having you as mine.” I responded wholeheartedly. I made an expansive gesture and she focused on my face.
“You must be joking; who would come out openly and say such a thing? Even loving angels wouldn’t say so.” She said so thoughtfully and I searched my mind for the best vocabularies to coin a response.
I couldn’t get any sweeter set of words when I said: “What an impeccable idea!”
We continued chatting as we watched Half of a Yellow Sun, focusing on ourselves than the movie. I was a little bit nervous as she poured out the truth about her life and interests on me as if she wasn’t suspicious of my having an affair with another lady. At a point, she started humming a song, bobbing her head to the music.
“Could you keep quiet lady? We are in the cinema.” The man sitting next to her said.
“Ok, she will keep quiet.” I responded on her behalf and she smiled at me. I didn’t know what to do than to k!ssherl-ips. When I was backing off, she held myl-ips and all eyes riveted at us. It was so ro-mantically sweet and I wished I never cheated on her. I loved her but wouldn’t st©p flir-ting with other girls like Mabel.
After the movie, she agreed to spend the night with me since it was Friday and there wouldn’t be work the next day. I was elated but just as I joined her on the be-d; she asked me a question that really baffled me: “What is your de-epest, darkest secret?”
To be continued