ONE WRONG TURN EPISODE 19

ONE WRONG TURN

EPISODE 19

I spoke calmly to Folorunsho, and tried to explain to him that I was not a party to the entire arrangement, in fact I was not into that kind of ‘runs’. My pleading and explanation fell on dead ears. As I approached the door, he ran towards me, grabbed me and threw me towards the bed. I knew what was going to happen next, I wasn’t ready to allow it happen to me. My frustration turned into rage. I swore to protect myself with any means possible. I grabbed the bottle of wine he left on the stool, emptied its content on the floor and smashed it.

“If you come close to me I will kill you” I said with a stern voice. Pointing the broken piece of the bottle towards him. He could sense the anger in my voice, he knew I was serious. I would have stabbed him to death if he came close. He reached for his phone in his pocket and dialed a number.

“Come to my room now, I don’t understand what is happening” he barked at the person at the other end of the call. Few minutes later, the door opened, Sarah walked into the room, with only a piece of clothe tied round her chest. She was taken aback when she saw me holding the piece of broken bottle.

“Ruth what are you doing?” she asked, with shock on her face. I made no attempt to answer her question, the door was open, Folorunsho was standing away from it. I put the fragment down and walked out of the room in a hurry. Sarah ran after me, and held my bag in an attempt to stop me.

“Ruth wait, why are you still acting like a small girl? Just allow him do his thing, I will settle you well. It’s me, you owe me this ” Sarah pleaded.

“What do you take of me, you feel you can sell me off like a prostitute? Well I don’t live an immoral and ungodly life like you. ” I shouted angrily.

Sarah’s countenance changed immediately. “Hey, holy girl. You were sleeping with a man throughout the night yesterday, and today you have the guts to call me immoral? What is the difference between me and you? Abi your virginity don grow back? Holy ashawo ”

She had barely finished when my hand landed on her cheeks. She reciprocated the gesture without prior hesitation. My anger overwhelmed me, and a fist fight ensued. I tore the wrapper off her body, leaving her Unclad and exposed. She fought on like a shameless prostitute, not minding the small crowd that had began to gather.

WcSomeone pulled us apart, I couldn’t recognize who it was. Sarah was busy covering her body, while I culled up on the floor crying. A feeling of regret surged through me, what I really regretted the most was selecting the wrong kind of friends who has molested my destiny and turned me into what I was not, the way of life I’d been living all because I wanted to enjoy my freedom and to find true love which I never lost. It was then I understood the true fact that my parent loved me the most but their approach was rather harsh but I was so foolish to have noticed that, I felt wasted.

I had lost the man I love, I’ve been tricked by my friend, I didn’t even know who I was anymore. It all seemed my whole life was falling apart before my very eyes. Other than the fact that we made a lot of noise, no one really cared about us.

 I picked my self up from the floor and walked away slowly. As I stepped outside, I felt a peppery sensation around my face, so I looked at my face in a mirror. Tiny fingernail marks spattered all over. It was obvious I had been in a fight.

I boarded a taxi and headed to Matthew’s hostel. I told myself that if I explained the situation to him and pleaded profusely, he would forgive me. My heart throbbed as I alighted the taxi. I took several unsteady steps towards Matthew’s room. I was thirsty and tired. The hostel was in its usual state, loud music and jobless boys strolling in their singlets and boxers. This time I paid no attention to their whistling and cat calls. I walked straight up the stairs towards Matthew’s room. I stood right outside his door, drew in a lot of breath and knocked on his door repeatedly, there was no response. I could hear some movements within the house, I knew he was in there. I called out his name, and the movement in the room came to a halt.

 Few seconds later, Matthew opened the door. He wasn’t wearing any shirt, his boxers hung freely from his hips. He was sweating profusely. He planted himself at the doorway to prevent my entering. I looked down at the floor, and discovered a female footwear. I looked up at Matthew in disappointment. The look of indifference in his eyes tore my spirit. He was definitely with another girl. 

“Matthew why? ” I asked coldly, with tears running down my cheek.

 “Why? Okay lets see. I wanted to take you out this morning, but you said you were busy with school work. Only for me to find out you were doing my cousin” he replied mockingly.

“Its not like that, you are the only guy I have ever been with please believe me” I fell on my knees and intensified my tears, hoping to soften his heart.

“Really? If I didn’t catch you today I would have believed you. You are a cheap prostitute, go and continue your runs, i’m through with you. I have replaced you” Matthew slammed the door close, leaving me helpless on the floor.

 I remained stationary for about five minutes, before I could get up and walk. I struggled to my feet and made my way out of the compound. I had to go back to school. The ride back to school was exhausting, it felt like the longest ride I had ever been on. My whole appearance was a mess. I was dirty and sweating, with finger marks on my face. But I could care less.

Different thoughts surged through my mind, I kept wondering what would change after today, as one fact had become obvious. I wasn’t the girl I used to be. Should I just go back to my parent and seek for forgiveness then continue threading the right path which I have been place through right from my birth. I was just clueless on how to approach things.

I arrived in school at the nick of time, the bell signalling the end of the break had just sounded. I rushed into the gatehouse to change quickly into my uniform. The gate-man kept staring at me with a surprise look on his face.

I dragged myself all the way to my classroom. Sarah was already seated, but Hannah was nowhere around. She looked at me with contempt and hissed. I couldn’t care less. I rested my head on the desk and slept off. My whole body ached. I had no idea how long I had slept, but a stray thought woke me up. I hadn’t seen Hannah. I pinged her repeatedly, but the messages were not read. I called her phone repeatedly, without response. At this point, I grew slightly worried. But my sadness and aches prevented me from seeking further measures.

Few hours past, and the closing bell rang. Hannah still wasn’t back. Anxiety overwhelmed me, I feared something bad might have happened to Hannah. I was convinced she had no prior knowledge of Sarah‘s plot. Could she have met a more bitter consequence than me? I wondered within me. We’ll get to know in the next episode.

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