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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.
Writer's POV Christian pulled her into the house, and and they made out badly, with Christian tearing Beth's clothes off her body. That was the first day they had sex. The two were so hunger for each other, that they had sex straight for four hours, and stopped when they both felt sore. After that, they clasped their sweaty nude bodies together like sardines in a can, before maintaining eye contact. Christian gave Beth that huge boyish beautiful grin that she liked so much, with excitement masked up in his eyes. He was so happy that they finally did it together. And that was the day Beth realized that she was inlove with Christian. That she had been inlove with Beth all those while, and had no idea. She's drew tiny holes on his chest, then smiled at him. Admiring his handsome facial features, with the words 'I love you' at the tip of her tongue. But she chose not to let him know. Because she knew he wouldn't be pleased to hear that, so she kep
Writer's POV"Hey, earth to stranger. You're acting all weird." Beth snapped her fingers in front of him. And this pulled him out of his thoughts."I know right." He said, uselessly. Then held the umbrella with his left hand, before stretching his right hand for a shake. "My name is Christian." It seemed like he had finally gained control again. Because he had been quite of a dummy."Beth." She replied, declining the offer of putting her hand in his big paw, which had been warm when he had touched her earlier. There was no way she would let him hold her again. Him staring at her alone was too much for her. And she wondered what was going on. She had not been affected by a white boy before. Not even the ones who were more handsome than him. She was into Nigerian guys. Dated only Pete"Bethany, you're African American right?" He asked, allowing his hand to fall to his
Writer's POVAnd so the day came, and Christian was singing on his usual spot on that faithful day.Beth was sitted on the chair, admiring him as he sang. As usual, he was looking really good in his crazy blue jeans, and grey sweatshirt. He had his hair packed up in a bun, and was looking so happy and carefree that Beth felt her eyes stinging with tears. She was not going to see him again, and even if they would see, it would be a long time from now. They still had so much ahead of them. And were still very young. And maybe if they see again, they would already have people in their lives.Beth tucked her hair behind her ear, then hugged herself, from the sudden cold she was feeling that was making her to shiver. She was still contemplating deeply on how to tell Christian that she was leaving by the next day. She didn't know how he would take it. How he would feel if she told him. It hurt so much to even think about hurting him.
Writer's POVThe way Christian sang, it reminded Beth of how her dad use to sing her songs. And it made part of her heart swell with even more love for him. While the other part was filled with hurt. Because she knew she was going to break up with him by living.After Pete, she never thought she could love someone again. But her love for Christian was even more strong. Despite that she was now sixteen, and was still learning and growing. She was so in love with everything inside and about Christian. The white bad boy, with piercings and tattoos, black hair that he always packed up in a pony tail, and beautiful green eyes.
Beth tried brushing the tears away. But the more she did, the more they fell out. There was a continually gaping hole boring into her chest, making her feel quite numb.Even when she had left Pete, she didn't cry as much as she was doing on the day she was going to tell Christian that she was leaving for Nigeria the following day.It hurt Beth so much that she was going to leave Christian. She didn't want to leave him. Christian had shown her another side of love. He was crazy, he was fun to be with, there was no dull moments with him. He even made love to her on her birthday, while her grandma Patricia wasn't around. Christian had done all these, and she couldn't deny the fact that she was completely inlove with him.Christian finished singing, then went to sit at Beth's side. Smiling widely. Because he had made some cash they would use in eating lots of junk food and beer."Woah, we made hundred and fifty box." He told her, with the smile never le
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