Writers POV
At this point, Beth was heartbroken, but not to stupor. She had felt Pete would say something to make her feel better, because he had always been nice to her.
Little did she know she was going to be insulted the way no one had ever insulted her. That her world was going to crumple even more, with his words. His tone had seem calm and collected, his voice was still childish at that time, because they were still kids. Both nine years of age, with she three months ahead of him.
Being fat wasn't her fault. She had been a kid. And was still very innocent. Had so much love inside of her, and wanted to be liked by all.
She had loved food, and was told at home that she could eat as much as she wanted. Her parents had told her she was beautiful the way she was, even her uncle Tunde and grandpa. And she had believed this, until she was being bullied by her classmates at school, for being fat. They had bullied her boWriter's POVBeth on the other hand was extremely uncomfortable, she acted bold and smart, but with him behind her back, she couldn't think straight. She still had a crush on him, despite how he had hurt her. But she knew there was no way, she was going to have anything to do with him. He was the boy who had rejected her. And having been she hadn't moved out to change, nothing would have changed. She would have been the fat, ugly, unloved girl who no one wanted. The girl who got rejected by him. She knew all of these, that was why she chose to leave.She stared up at the sky, and saw that the cloud was getting dark and gloomy. Something which was a sign that it was going to rain again. And that meant he was going to be fast with whatever he had to say, so he could get back into the house to be with his parents and siblings.Maybe he didn't feel the same way for her. She thought, then finally raised her head up
Writer's POV"Just stop. Stop okay? You pushed me away, six years ago." Beth reminded Pete, with her heart pounding with full force in her chest. She couldn't believe he just said he was inlove with her. And she didn't know why she she felt excited, relieved and disappointed all together.She had longed for this six years ago. Her eleven years old self, had wanted him to tell her this. She knew she would have been over excited on that day, if he had told her he loved her. But it had to take six years, with she getting rejected by him, nights that were spent crying, starving and vomiting, and then gaining confidence, having the perfect body, and then moving back, it had taken all of these for him to realize that he loved her. And then he had summoned up the courage to tell her.What if she hadn't left? She wondered. What if she had gone to school on that Monday, after getting rejected by him on the Saturday evening. She felt things wouldn't have changed. She felt
Writer's POVThe second time he helped her again, was when they were both five. She was about eating her lunch of spaghetti and boiled eggs, when a kid who was running around with his friends, accidentally knock her food down, off her desk. She had burst into a full volume of wails, at this. And the other kids laughed and pointed fingers at her. Because the food was right on the floor, in front of her. Even the teacher just soothed her, told a cleaner to cone clean the dirt, and left her.Meanwhile Beth was having an empty stomach, with the worms doing a battle, making growling sounds. She didn't even want to go meet her Uncle Tunde, because she knew he would eat his own food as well. So she didn't want to be a bother, and decided to stay on her seat. Feeling really sad about the food she just lost. She could recall when she had anticipate eating the meal, right from
Writer's POV What next Pete did surprised Beth, because he stretched forth his hand to her hair, and she shifted backwards before he could. Then gave him a questioning look. "I uh, was just trying to take dirt off your hair." He said, then blew out a big breath of frustration. It seemed he was already getting fed up with her attitude towards him, but was still staying because maybe, just maybe he meant every word. She thought. "I'm sorry, I don't like someone touching my hair." Beth said, and he knew she was lying. However, she asked him to still take the dirt off her hair. And watched him cautiously as began doing as she had instructed. He raised his hand up and then touched her hair at first. Something which sent shivers down her spine, and generated goosebumps on her every single pore. She took a hard dry gulp to be calm, because it seem like h
Writer's POV Beth, due to the heartache she was still carrying, decided to follow her paternal grandmother to London for a few months. Her paternal grandma Patricia who still had the body of a young lady, despite being fifty-nine, was a retired model, who owned a modelling agency in London. The woman resided both in London and in Nigeria. So the time she announced that she wanted to leave for London in a few weeks, Beth told her she wanted to tag along with her. Meanwhile, Octavia, Beth's mom didn't go well with the idea, because she was nursing an infant, was busy with work at the hospital, and had two other kids to take care of. Thankfully, Eliakim, Bethany's dad was around. So he told his wife not to worry, that he would hire someone, for the time Beth was away. Because he knew that Beth needed a breath of fresh air. He was fully aware that his first child was still very heartbroken. After the talks and all, Beth was finally allowed to go to London with her Grandm
Writer's POVA tiny smile titled at the corners of his mouth, when his eyes did a once over on her. Something which made her feel hot in the inside. She quickly stared at her feet, so he couldn't see that just a look from him, was affecting her. And she knew she would have labeled someone else a pervert, if he had looked at her, the way this white boy had looked at her.But she couldn't. Infact she was even enjoying his company. Even though he had suddenly turned a mute."Is there a problem?" Beth inquired, raising her head to look at him as she folded her arms across her chest. Watching him with caution. While he was still holding the umbrella.Somehow, he looked like the protective bodyguard. Her body guard, and she could see the girl who had been trying to flirt with him earlier on, shooting her daggers with her eyes, from the transparent doors of the restaurant.She bit back a snicker, suddenly remembering how the boy had taken the
Writer's POVFor two weeks, Beth didn't see Christian. Even when she went to his apartment to check if he was around, it was just his friend she had seen.She began missing his presence whenever she went to that particular restaurant, and and he wasn't there. She began wondering if it was because of what had transpired between them on that night, that he had refused coming to the restaurant.The way he had bade her goodnight and left, had seem somewhat final. That he would stop being her friend, and leave her alone. But she hadn't taken it serious. She thought she was going to see him again the next day.But when she didn't see him the whole of that week, she began wondering if he had made the decision to stop coming around. And when she didn't see him at the restaurant either, she didn't want to think he had stopped coming there as well. It felt so unusual with him absent on there.But why would he stop? Or was it because of her he
Writer's POV Beth snapped her eyes back to Christian's, just in time to catch his eyes. Eyes that had been on her all those while she had been lost in her thoughts. He had watched her in silence, and she wanted to know what was going on in his mind as well. But he wasn't staring at her like he wanted to sleep with her. He was looking at her with care. Like she was someone who had a special place in his heart. She saw his hand moving, and then he placed it untop hers. She wondered why he did that. Because he was beginning to make her things she didn't want to feel. Things only Pete made her feel. But this time, Christian's was different, and she was afraid it was stronger as well. Beth gave him a curious look, wordlessly asking him what he was up to. But Christian chose to remain silent, and then caressed her hand. Making her feeling the heat that was radiating from his warm big paw.
Eight years later. Today, I and Renny are married with a kid, and expecting the second. It was really amusing how things went on between us, from when I was sixteen. From being my neighbor, to saving me from getting manhandled and raped in the middle of the night. It's something I would never forget. That night, mom was at night duty, and the youngest of my siblings was not feeling too well, so I had to take her to go meet mom, so she would be tended to. Though it was late, but I had managed to take her there with the help of a cab. And on my way coming back, the can that dropped me off, refused to go further into our street, since it was 1a.m in the morning. I had begged him to go drop me in front of our gate, but he refused, on seeing three tough looking men, who stared at him like they wanted to bash his skull. I nearly cried, when the cab driver told me to hop out of his car. And I did, with fear causing goose
I saw Renny the following day, when I was going out for my morning run. He was putting on a sweat shirt, joggers, and black converse. He looked really good without his hoodie, and I could see that he had a skin cut. But despite this, he was still very much handsome. I stopped for a split second and blinked out of confusion, wondering where the hell he came out from, or if I was just seeing things. He gave me a wink, and then ran passed me. Something which left me dumbstruck. Plus it seem as though, he wasn't as bad as I had labeled him. After he helped me out the previous days. It looked like he had been stalking me, because I was beginning to see him everywhere. But then, I discovered that he just packed into the neighborhood with his dad and younger sister. Which added a stamp to the fact that I was going to be seeing more of him. Something which made me to feel very uncomfortable. Mom made everyth
The next time I saw Renny, was when I took my siblings to the park. It was a Saturday, and mom had taken baby Jessica to the hospital with her. And I was instructed to take Damon and Tracey to the park, so they could have fun. After giving them their bath, and wearing them nice clothes, I ordered for an Uber which arrived very fast. And then we headed straight to the park. Renny was the least of the person's I was expecting to see. He was there with his friends, laughing, talking and having a good time. There were girls with them, and I was wondering which one was his girlfriend. One black petite girl had her arm wrapped around his the whole time, that I could feel jealousy crawling on my skin. Something I couldn't understand, because Renny was a guy I was supposed to hate, after what he did at Emily's house. He had insulted me. So why was I feeling jealous that he was with a girl? And immediately he saw me,
I was at the mall, doing grocery shopping when I saw a guy dressed in black hoodie, staring directly at me. Probably his eyes had been fixed on me for along time. And when he saw that I had caught him looking, he refused to look away. Instead, he carried on staring. And this made me really uncomfortable and stirred up anger inside of me. Some people lacked manners, because it really was inappropriate to carry on staring at someone you don't even know. And I hated to see that this guy was still staring at me like that. This had me wondering if he was some criminal, or kidnapper. We were in Lagos, and strange things always happened. Maybe he was looking at me, because he wanted to use me for rituals. I hurriedly snap out of those negative thoughts. Assuming maybe the person was just innocent. Or he was looking at me that way because he had interest in me. My boobs always sold me out, where ever I went. And it caused a lot of perverts to
Few weeks later, I was released and I went back to my normal life. Although mom made sure she always checked up on me, in the middle of the night, to see if I was going to sneak out of the house to attend night parties. I wouldn't blame her, though. It was something a typical mother would do, in safety of her child. Alcohol and sneaking out late at night was illegal for my age, and mom being a doctor ensured that I was always at home. She kept watchful eyes over me, whenever she wasn't on her night shifts. She did this because she didn't want me sneaking out of the house at night. Not like I would even do it. Because what I went through, taught me a great lesson. Although I used to sneak out of the house, to drink alcohol. Because it made me to sometimes forget about my past failed relationships. Which reminded me of the ill stbistin luck I had, ahen it came to my love life. The one with Pete, and then Christian. I didn't e
Present. After mom caught me trying to sneak info my room, she grounded me for a whole month. And also refused Emily from coming to the house to pay me visits. I was to babysit my younger siblings, get tutored in Maths, and just read till I drift to sleep. Mom also seized my phone and deprived me of watching TV. She was really disappointed that I could sneak out of the house at night, to go to Emily's house for night parties. And used every slightest opportunity to tell me how disappointed she was in me. She told Dad about it, and he laughed over it. Saying I was just a teen who was trying to break the rules. He even claimed that it was very normal. And this had made mom to groan out of frustration. Because she was expecting him to agree with her. Which he clearly didn't. Things were quite hard for me. I didn't have the freedom to do things I wanted. And this made me miss London so much. That I began regrettin
Christian had told me when we were just friends, that he could never stick to just one person. Christian was only inlove with me, but didn't leave the numerous women and girls in his life. He still carried on with his relationship with them. Something which had made me to feel really insecure, back in London. And on the contrary, I thought it was good things ended between us. Because I could no longer contain that feeling of not being the only one. I was quite relieved on that part. Whenever I saw him with a girl, I would have this thought of him having and affair with the girl. And it made me really uneasy. I loved him so much, but I didn't have peace of mind. Since I kept myself for him alone, but he couldn't do the same. Although I had accepted that he couldn't be with only me, that there were other girls he treated just like me, but that couldn't stop me from loving him. Even though it hurt me greatly, that I would never be the only on
I knew I did the right thing, by choosing to walk out of Christian's life. Not that I had a choice anyway. And inspite of my heart being sick, guilt still stung me deeply. Because Christian loved me so much. And it hurt that I left him. I could still remember how I had met him, and how things had transpired between us. The way he had carried me on his back as we walked on the subway. How he had sang songs, and made me fall more in love with him. And how he had pleasured me to the extent that I began wondering what on Earth I had been doing with my life, before I met him. But I had left. Because I had a life in Nigeria. My parents and siblings were awaiting for my return. And I had to be tutored in Maths. I knew Christian was already hurting because of me. Then thought about how easily Christian would forget me, because he already had multiple sexual partners. I could still recall how Christian
Flashback nine years.Writer's POVBeth recalled all that just happened. It was music class, and it was her turn to sing. She had even worn her best dress to school on that day, and had tried to aww the class, because her uncle and grandpa had pointed out that she had a very nice voice for singing. They had really complimented her dress that morning, telling her how beautiful she was. And she had believed them. Only to arrive at school, at get laughed at by her classmates. Worse, her voice was being mocked, and she was being thrown food, by these classmates. Something her teacher couldn't put to stop. Rather she let it all happened to her. Despite it was really wrong. And she wasn't supposed to be treated like that.The world was cruel. She thought.Because she had wanted to fit in, wanted to be liked by all. But she had made a big fool of herself, by assuming she was going to get praised for singing p