Writer's POV
She 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 parents 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 pra
Writer's POVAge 17.She merged into the crowd of students who were heading to their supposed classes, her backpack slung over her shoulder, as she ate out from the candy on her hand, and began advancing towards her locker.It was the first day of senior year. She could feel her smile huge on her face. Because she would move out of the country, so she could start her dream tertiary institute. She couldn't wait to get over with senior year to already.With her left hand on the strap of her backpack, she looked around the school with a smile on her face. One more year, and she was free to live her life the way she wanted, with non of her parents under her neck, telling her what to do.Kids began moving away so she could pass, as the awed and wowed about her looking good. Some even had the guts to
Writers POVShe looked away from his gaze, then closed her locker shut. Feeling so uneasy on the inside, and had no idea why.He still had so much effect on her, and she couldn't deny it. He was her first love after all. And she still had feelings for him. Because she was fully aware that feelings didn't die.Of course, Sam had been looking for ways to talk to her, but always got snubbed. She never payed any attention to him. Always acted like he wasn't present when he came around her and her friends, just so he could speak with her.She enjoyed seeing him look frustrated because of her. She thought it served him right, because he had made her reduced herself more into her shell. She had wanted to creep up in a corner and die on the day he had rejected and body shamed her.
Writer's POVBeing 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. And she had believed this, until she was being bullied by her classmates at school, for being fat. They had bullied her both physically and emotionally. Something that had left invisible scars on her insides. She also could remember how she was laughed at, and thrown food when she had tried to sing her own song, during music class. Her classmates and been so cruel, and her teacher couldn't even stop them. The woman had watched the kids bully her, and did nothing about it. Because she too didn't like her. She had been fat and ugly to everyone at school. Rejected by the one who she had developed feelings for. Not only rejected, but was als
Writer's POVBolu 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.Staying with her aunt wasn't easy for her. She had to watch her weight, by eating less food. Something which was just twice in a day. In the morning, and evening. At first it was hard to stick to this new rule, she had wanted to burst into tears because she was finding it difficult to adapt to this new rule. But
Writer's POV"Just stop. Stop okay? You pushed me away, six years ago." Bolu reminded him, 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 fe
Writer's POVWhat next he did surprised her, 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." She 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 he was affecting her so much.&
Writer’s POVAge 26“I don’t think I can do this anymore.” Dave announced, settling the coffee at the side of the kitchen counter were he had his behind rested against.And Bolu’s lips parted out of shock. Because it looked like she hadn’t heard him clearly, and he had said something so different and normal.“I beg your pardon?” She uplifted a brow at him. Then yawned with her hand fisted against her mouth. She had just woken up, clad in her pajamas, comfy flip flops, with disarrayed and was on her way to go get some coffee, when she met Dave already in the kitchen.He had his long hair packed up in a pony tail, and was putting on skinny black jeans, and was bare chested as usual.“You heard me clearly.” He replied, in his thick British accent. Looking good as the devil, he jammed his fists into his pants pocket, then gave her a displeasing look.“This isn’t working out. It’s all so obvious that we’ve outgrown the
Writer's POVBolu blinked at this. She couldn't believe all of this was coming out of Dave's mouth. Dave who had been so in love with her. Someone who she wasn't even interested in, someone who had spent months asking her out, and she was giving him a hard time, because she didn't do British guys. Someone who had made her fall for him.She could still remember how he had ran into the rain, just so he could speak with her. And she had stood with her umbrella, watching him getting drenched from the heavy droplets of the rain. She had took pity on him, covered him with her umbrella, and suggested they go stand somewhere, where it wasn't raining. So he could talk.He had compliment her so well, and implored for her number. Something she was reluctant to give, because he looked like a Playboy to her. He was with strings of tattoos, and piercings. Had his trousers sagged down, and was putting on loose fitting shirt. But
MiaI was alive, and it was a miracle. Because I had completely given up the ghost, and had woken up, right when I was taken to the morgue.I had survived death twice.After six painful months of getting treated in Indian, I was put on a wheelchair. And the doctor said it could take a year or two, before I could start walking again. Because Tunde Ibrahim had completely broken my legsThe fact that Bolu had taken a bullet for me, and had died, made my respect grew for her. She had exchanged her life for mine. And it was something I would forever remain grateful for. Though I still lived witj guilt, because everything she had suffered before death, was because of me. Was even pregnant for Alex. And had risked her and her baby's life, for mine.Something which always made me cry, inspite of me being in a terrible state.Alex didn't cry out. But it I kne
CharlesThe fact that Bolu was dead was still too hard to comprehend.It had been three weeks after her funeral, and it felt like it was just yesterday. I had cried so much, because I loved her with everything inside of me.She was buried on a cold Friday evening, with her parents and relative crying non-stopingly.Alex didn't join anyone. He had stood and watched from a distance, dressed in all black. Tearing up himself, that I couldn't even hate him anymore.He had cared for Bolu in his own way. And the fact that she had died with his baby, was taking a turmoil on him.I had loss Bolu, but the fact that we were all safe, made me not to feel completely lost.Bolu's death was something that really affected Ruby, that she chose to stay mute and refused anyone coming close to her. She deprived herself off food, personal hygiene, and cried he
AlexAn old woman, and a boy who could barely move his limbs came and held Mia as they wept. At this, I knew it was her grandmother and her cousin brother.My brain couldn't properly align that she was gone.I was still hugging her body to myself, as I wept, until I heard "Bolu."Instantly I snapped my head back, and saw one of the cops rushing to the lady who was on the floor. It was the same lady who had taken the gunshot for Mia.I stared at the lady closely, until I saw that it was Bolu.Taking my mask off, I left Mia in the arms of her grandmother, as I quickly walked up to where she was laying on the floor, in the pool of her own blood.The cop and a little girl was crying so hard, as they held her.And I squated and took one good look at her. Wondering why she was there in the first place. And why she had taken the
AlexWith my eyes, I searched for Mia, but I couldn't see her. It was other people who where tied with ropes, and had rags in their mouths.Tunde Ibrahim who had sustained a bullet on his leg, was on the floor. And he had a gun pointed at a female who was decorated in bruises, and had her clothes coated in blood.I looked closely, and saw that it was Mia.My heart moved to my throat at this, and I felt weak right at that instant.Mia looked half as dead, and I could tell that I stopped breathing.Just as Tunde Ibrahim pulled the trigger, I saw a lady from nowhere diving in to shield Mia away from the bullet.And when the bullet got through her neck, and she slumped heavily on the floor.This happened within the space of two seconds, and I shot Tunde Ibrahim on both hands. Before I rushed in to Mia.She was
AlexThe two cops accompanied me down to the basement, after adding more bullets to their guns.I could recall how Kate had told me, one of them; the tall fair one to be precise. Had saved them, when Tunde Ibrahim had sent a bomb.I knew if I hadn't shot the man who intended shooting him, he would have been as dead. Because he was out of bullets at that time.Him and his colleague had stared at me wide eyed, after I had shot and killed the other Tunde Ibrahim's man, who had wanted to kill the colleague.On getting to the basement, I kicked the door opened with my feet, and gunshots where behind fired at me. But for the fact that I was clad in a bullet proof all through, made no bullet to penetrate into my body.Taking steps backwards, I shot at these men, with the cops at my behind, assisting me.The more we moved backwards, the more they
CharlesMax and I exchanged gunshots with some of Tunde Ibrahim's men. It was really easy, because I was quite scared I was going to be shot dead. Even Max had fear evident in his face. We had our backs against eachother as we hid and shot at these men.It was one of the most difficult situation I had ever been thrown in, because we were surrounded by these men who where shooting at us from different angles. But God was still guiding us.The fact that Tunde Ibrahim had my mom and daughter, was worth panicking. I had no idea what he had done to them. If they were still alive or not.Max and I had killed most of Tunde Ibrahim's men, and it looked like two where still remaining, and hiding at some corner so they could shoot us.Just then, one of Tunde Ibrahim's men jumped out from his hidden place and aimed his gun at me.I tried to shoot at him, but then I r
BoluIt looked like something was on going outside, that most of Tunde Ibrahim's men started running out.Gunshots and screams could be heard.And on seeing how Tunde Ibrahim and the remaining of his men were rendering hefty blows and kicks on Mia, was making me sick.There was a pool of blood on the floor, and Mia's face looked swollenly covered in blood.Guilt stung me deeply, that the pace of my breathing became fast and uneasy. Because it was partially because of me that she was in this condition.I had been blinded by hate and jealousy, to see that Mia was innocent. I knew Alex, he wouldn't fall for a despicable person. He had fallen in love with her for his own reasons.Something I was too angry and jealous to notice.And now, she was thrown into this situation because of me.Like a beast, Tunde Ibra
CharlesThroughout the drive to Tunde Ibrahim's house, Max and I were panicking, to the extent that Max even wet his pants.I was trying so hard to keep my emotions in check, and it really wasn't easy.Tunde Ibrahim had my daughter and my mom, and I didn't even know if they were dead or alive. But I chose to believe that they were alive.Meanwhile, Max had lost all hopes.He broke into tears like a baby, and despite that I was in an anxious state, I still managed to talk to him. That everything was going to be fine, and we'd have our families safely. But Max still refused to believe me. His facial expression was like his world was crumpled, and there was no hope of restoring it.Even me too was scared, because Tunde Ibrahim had my daughter and my mother, but I still managed to stay strong. Because if I acted weak, then it meant I was willing to accept the
AlexOn getting in front of Tunde Ibrahim's house, I made sure I took hold of my bulletproof mask. My whole body was clad in bulletproof, before I wore my clothes.I wore a face cap, so it would be hard to recognize me.Then I banged loudly on the gate, and when I heard a masculine voice demanding who I was, I told him I was the pizza delivery guy.The peephole of the gate was flung opened, and a white milky eye stared at me, and the pizza I was holding in a suspicious manner.Before closing the peephole back. Then my ears kicked in the dangling sounds of heavy keys, which read that the gate was being unlocked.Blowing out a big puff off breath, then waited.The gate was finally jerked opened, and I stepped in.Right there an then, I saw an heavy raccoon of a man, with other shirtless guys who had bullets as necklace, and guns in thei