Kamara’s POV“It was you right?” I queried Chantelle the moment she stepped in.Her face was blank. “Tell me what?”“You gave Diego this address. No one else knows this except you.”“What if I did? Is that enough reason for you to leave him out there?”I couldn’t believe the audacity in her response. “Are you kidding me right now, Chantelle? That man is the reason I am broken. Yet you who call yourself my friend, brought him here. What sort of game are you trying to play? Are you intending to open up a can of worms?”Chantelle sucked her teeth, “Maybe opening the stupid can of worms is what will make you heal. You think I don’t hear you? The wails at night while you work? Is it the needles that are making you cry? Only two weeks here and I can feel the depth of your pain. You hide it so well during the day, but what happens when night falls, the city goes quiet and you are only left with your thoughts. Is it not until you lose your mind that you decide to address it? I am your friend
Diego’s POVA light yawn escaped my lips as I plopped into the comfy couch. “How are you settling in? Do you find the hotel to your liking?” Fernando asked on the other end of the line.“Hmm, it's good. Thanks for making it happen in such a short time.”“You don’t know how glad I am that you eventually gave in to this. I was almost losing my mind watching you wither away. Damn! You are stubborn, Diego. Ensure you get her to respond to you no matter what.” His words sounded like a threat.“I can only do my best.”“Do everything you would, you have to return with her. Have you confirmed where she would be?”“Yes, Chantelle already sent me the house address. I am shocked she is doing this for me.” I mused, still surprised by the gesture.Fernando rolled his eyes, “My girl can be sweet too you know? Don’t be such an ass.”“Right, you two are a perfect fit for each other.”“Anyway, did you remember to hold your pill?” he asked in a low tone.I grumbled a bit even though he had every reaso
Kamara’s POVChantelle beamed brightly at me, her eyes dancing in amusement. “How was class today?” Chuckling with an eye roll, I replied. “Something tells me that is not the response you are expecting from me. You keep jumping on a video call like there is something you are seeking.”“You can't blame me. Not after I set my eyes on that hunk in your class. Who would have thought men like him would study fashion design?” she giggled.I slapped my forehead in disbelief. “Sometimes I wonder what planet you dropped from. You are talking like you have been locked up in a shell for ages. Men are into fashion design, we have a chunk of them in the industry. Moreover, I will advise you to take your mind off him.”“Why? Do you suddenly have an interest in him?”“Don’t be crazy. I am going to stop answering your calls from now on if you won't stop obsessing over the unattainable man.”“Try all you want. You won’t be stopping me from getting what I want because I just got my internship approved
Diego’s POVThe pain seared through my spine making me gasp for breath. I searched the drawer hastily for the pills. It didn’t surprise me when I saw that it remained just two. I have been consuming it a lot in the past few weeks, which has done nothing to ease the pain. Instead, each experience leaves me weaker than the last. Groaning, I popped the pills into my mouth and chugged them down with whiskey. I ignored the twist going on in my belly, staring lifelessly at the wall. From a distance, I can hear Axel crying. It made my earache. It's been two weeks since Kamara decided to leave us. Since then I haven’t stayed in the house beyond a few hours. Can't bring myself to look Axel in the face. Maybe because he reminds me so much of his mother or the guilt of being undeserving of an innocent soul like him, I never would have indulged in this mess if I knew it was going to mess me up this much. It makes no sense that Kamara will just leave after everything we have been through togethe
Kamara’s POVThe aura that hung in the air was depressing. I felt awful putting such a burden on Chantelle when she is just being a good friend. Chantelle excused herself, telling me she would be in the room since she didn’t trust Ciara to keep her hands to herself.“I am sorry for showing up unannounced,” Ciara muttered.“Are you just responding to the call from three weeks ago?” I quizzed with little interest. The whole of me is too exhausted to act concerned.“Yes. But I wasn’t sure what your reaction would be towards me.”I scoffed, “Just admit you are out of money. I will understand.”She stayed quiet staring hard at the ground. “I was foolish, Kamara. Childish infact. I don’t know why I thought I could live like that and turn my back against you. I guess I was just too carried away by the life I was fortunate to enjoy. Forgive me, K. I don’t have anyone else to go to. My mum practically cursed me out when I called for help. Please.”A dry chuckle escaped my lips. I took a long s
Kamara’s POV“Is there anything you might have forgotten?” Chantelle inquired. Holding up a weak smile, I shook my head. “That is all.” I mouthed, getting up.“If that is the case then we are set to leave.” “Alright, thank you,” I mumbled. As I was about to leave the room a solemn-looking Nana stood by the door.Her grey hair looked thinner than usual and her face appeared to have aged more. “Do you really have to do this, Kamara? You two can sort this out. Don’t you think it is unfair that you are leaving your newborn by himself? Please. It is okay to be pissed at that stupid boy, but little Axel did nothing to deserve his mother neglecting him.”Tears burned the back of my eyes. Chantelle threw me a pitiful gaze. Inhaling sharply to keep the tears from falling, I reached for her hand. “I feel ashamed staring you in the face after lying to you for months. It's time for me to leave, Nana. I am so sorry for all that I did. It's okay if you don’t forgive me, I would be stupid to want