ONE WRONG TURN
EPISODE 15
This was the beginning of my problem. I scrolled hurriedly through my contacts, searching for someone to call. I dialed Sarah’s number first. She answered at once. I carefully explained the situation to her. She was as empathetic as I expected, but she couldn’t let me stay at her house. Her parents wouldn’t allow it. I called Hannah next. We could barely hear each other. The sound of loud music in the background was enough evidence that she was no where close to her house. I walked about aimlessly for a while, feeling bitter and sad. I couldn’t just lie down anywhere, I was scared. I sat at the foot of a mango tree, watching passers-by, and thinking about my predicament. Everyone seemed so happy in my family, everyone but me. My parents had no love for me, they put me in a prison all my life, and now they want to humiliate me. I hated my parents, I thought they were the worst ever. I had run away from home, but I have nowhere to run to.
The sky began to change small flashes of lightning began to appear in the sky. It was going to rain, and I was outside on the streets. It was then the foolishness of running away hit me. I had no where else to go, I had to conceal myself from the rain. So I decided to go home.
I got up, and slowly walked back towards my house. The battering may continue, but I couldn’t stay outdoors at night. On my way back, my phone rang. The ring tone was special. I need not look at the screen to know it was Matthew. His call turned out to be the only silver lining in my dark cloud of misery. I touched the answer button, and answered with the meekest voice possible.
“Where are you? Sarah just told me what happened” he asked, almost sounding worried. I explained everything I could, as well as my decision to go back to the house.
“No don’t go, I’m coming to pick you” he replied, and ended the call giving me no room to refuse. I walked back, and sat on the tree, anticipating his arrival. It took quite a while, but he arrived finally.
As soon as he parked, he hurried out of the car, and ran towards me. He pulled me up to my feet, and hugged me so tight. I was weak and exhausted, hungry and tired. He led me slowly to the car, opened the door and let me in. I felt a measure of peace and comfort once again, as he zoomed off into the dark cold night. My parents constantly warned me to stay away from boys. They’ll go to any length to monitor and control me. If only they knew that their action had led me into the hands on a boy, on a cold dark night. Only God knows what will happen over-night at his place.
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As we drove towards his hostel, my mind began to wander. I took a careful look at the beauty of Lagos at night. It was the first time I‘ll be outdoors at night. The city was still full of life, people moved about freely as if they’ll never sleep. I thought about my own condition too. What will my parents be thinking right now? Will they be looking for me at all? . Where will I tell them I slept? These thoughts ran through my mind, till the gentle breeze of nature blowing in through the window nurtured me to sleep. A slight tap on my shoulder woke me up. I might have been sleeping for a while. The car was no longer moving, we had reached our destination. I did not know where we were exactly, but the loud music and busy compound gave me an idea. We were in his hostel.
Matthew came out of the car, passed round to the other side to open the door for me. I came out, feeling sleepy and weak. I was hungry too. It was very cold, all I had on me was my singlet, and a loosed skirt I usually don’t wear outdoors.
Matthew lifted me up and carried me in his arms, as we headed for his room, the same room where I lost my virginity a few hours ago. As we approached the room, I looked around once again. The compound was still busy at night. Loud music rented the air, just like the day time. When we passed by people’s windows, I could see shadows of people on top of each other. It was like a mini Sodom.
Matthew dropped me at his door side, and fumbled with his keys before getting the door opened. He lifted me once more, and dropped me gently on his bed. I culled up immediately, to gather up some heat.
“Have you eaten”? He asked, in the most innocent tone possible.
“No, I haven’t had my bath either” I replied. Matthew searched through his wardrobe and brought out a shirt, and handed it over to me. The size was pretty big for me, but I didn’t mind. At least it’ll keep me warm. He poured water out of a flask, to make hot tea for me. I sat up as he handed over the cup. The taste of hot tea brought me a little warmth. I felt more relaxed and comfortable. I brought out my phone again, and pinged Sarah, thanking her for coming to the rescue.
“Make sure your night is worthwhile” she replied.
I knew exactly what she meant, but I am presently not ready for that. But on a second thought, even if I didn’t, I do not have much of a choice. I was going to sleep in his house. Besides, I had lost my virginity hence there was nothing left to protect. I was still busy with the chat when Matthew called out to me to join him in the bathroom. Is he planning to bathe me when am not a baby? Will my foolish-self make me drag my feet and join him in the bathroom?
Hmmm…. What have I gotten my self to.
I was quite shy, it felt really awkward. But I felt I owe him some gratitude for taking me in.
The bathroom was small, hardly conducive for more than one person. So I gently took my clothes off, and joined him in the bathroom like someone being controlled by a remote. What else was I expecting if a lady and a guy were to be together in a bathroom? Of course its something you are thinking of. I made no effort to resist. Even if I wasn’t sure I wanted it, I was quite sure I enjoyed it, and looked forward to doing it again. Why? Maybe because I’ve never experienced what love was all about if this is love though, or my spiritual eyes were close permanently considering the kind of parent that brought me up.
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Hope you are not expecting me to post or tell you the sex journey? I don't post such. I think you know me for that?
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