When The Bully Falls in Love

When The Bully Falls in Love

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By:  Damian Chiemezie  Completed
Language: English
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An amazing soul, trained intelligent speaker is stuck in a relationship that is eating her up yet she refuses to leave. Why? The memories of how the love journey started and perhaps coinciding with the time she lost her mother made it impossible for her to quit …and she couldn’t help but be more obsessed to making the relationship end up in marriage. Love turns to passion; passion turns to obsession and the epic just begun.

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Chapter One

She flagged down a motorcycle as she looked at her wristwatch. What had she been doing at home? She sighed. She was already late but that didn’t stop her from tugging the rider on the shoulder when he started over-speeding. The driver didn’t know what to say, befuddled.She just told him a few minutes ago she needed to arrive in time for the interview and he should do anything possible to be there before time choked her. There was nothing you could do for people to be judged better, the rider might have thought. When she arrived at the venue, many others had come for the job, and her eyes demonstrated the surprise. She never imagined the number. They were sitting in the anteroom waiting for the human resource manager. She went to join them. There was only one empty chair left and it just seemed the seat had been waiting to receive her. A young man sat beside her. She could guess his age. He was the youngest among the job seekers. But his confidence and assertiveness threw her off ba

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32 Chapters

Chapter One

She flagged down a motorcycle as she looked at her wristwatch. What had she been doing at home? She sighed. She was already late but that didn’t stop her from tugging the rider on the shoulder when he started over-speeding. The driver didn’t know what to say, befuddled.She just told him a few minutes ago she needed to arrive in time for the interview and he should do anything possible to be there before time choked her. There was nothing you could do for people to be judged better, the rider might have thought. When she arrived at the venue, many others had come for the job, and her eyes demonstrated the surprise. She never imagined the number. They were sitting in the anteroom waiting for the human resource manager. She went to join them. There was only one empty chair left and it just seemed the seat had been waiting to receive her. A young man sat beside her. She could guess his age. He was the youngest among the job seekers. But his confidence and assertiveness threw her off ba
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Chapter Two

This early morning. Saturday morning. A day she had always dreamed of for herself. Some graceful breeze glided through the window and she could not help but feel its calmness. It enlivened her spirit as she lost herself in some introspection. She was aware of every tiny detail now. She could hear from within and from without. Some insects and mosquitoes swooshed past a little above the upper floor. She knew how annoying those creatures could be and would have pitied those they had come to greet this morning. She could hear some loud talks in the coal tar, a little down the street. It was bus conductors and their palaver, she guessed. They were always first to wake up and last to get home. And she wondered how they maintained their health considering their busy life; even some of them didn’t eat well or wasn’t as educated to know how to eat well, and yet they had invariably come out every single day with unbelievable determination and gusto. She also was awed at their vibes, and en
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Chapter Three

He slouched to the refrigerator to see if there was anything to eat. But there wasn’t. Any snack would have been enough to ease the hunger but what a day. She didn’t even have any. He put a smile on his face and pretended he was fine; he went back to his seat with a cold bottle of water.He crossed his leg and put it down as quickly as he had done. He moved his butt to the edge of the sofa with both hands on his lap as if he was observing something far and needed to get closer to see it clearly. Just for a moment, he reclined. Now, he stood and changed his position. The other sofa was longer and he would relax more comfortably or even lay on it. He didn’t want to sleep, anyway. Lying on the couch would make him doze off in a twinkle of an eye and it hadn’t gotten to that.He just needed some refreshment and all this discomfort would cease. He didn’t need rest, he had not done so much today. He just needed to eat.“You can put on the TV to distract yourself. I know you must be very hu
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Chapter Four

Emelda paced around the room, concerned, but didn’t know what to say or do. She tried to sit but couldn’t, her heart was heavy with pains and it all seemed she was crying more than the bereaved. “She stabbed me…my sister had the guts to do it. Oh. How foolish I was. I was blind; I didn’t see it coming,” Maria said, sitting on her couch while Emelda walked around her room pensively, speechless. “We must save your husband first, Maria,” Emelda found words finally. “This is not the right time to whine or overthink” “Who will I run to if anything happens to him, God forbid,” she sobbed. If Emelda had noticed her eyes, she would say they had stooped. “My family. Would I run to them?” “Nothing will happen to your husband, Maria,” Emelda patted her on the shoulders. “Doctors said he would be fine. Isn’t that what you told me?”“Do you trust doctors? Some of them are merchants of hope”“Please don’t say that. Besides, Gee Hospital is known for its proficiency in...”“That doesn’t mean th
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Chapter Five

She shouted in excitement and hugged her so tightly. She drew back to observe his looks, he was more muscular than she could remember. She jumped on him again like the child who had missed his dear Mummy. She perceived his cologne more strongly when he hugged him the second time and knew it was foreign. He smelled nice and she imagined how costly it would be. She took his hand while they walked. Emelda could not contain her happiness as she had missed him for so long a time. And had been longing to set her eyes on him. He kissed her forehead and cuddled her for a moment. When she was sure he had felt her so well and had had that awesome feeling of reconnection, she ushered him in and asked him to make himself comfortable. “I missed you. I thought about you every time while abroad” Donald said. “I missed you too,” Emelda looked into his eyes. They were fixed on hers, firm, constant and sensual. She gently looked away and complimented his nice looks and gorgeous apparel. He appeared
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Chapter Six

Bisi quietly closed the door behind her and moved to where he sat. He was watching a movie, some Chinese karate movie. “How did you know I was around,” Donald asked her, surprised.“I knew you didn’t later go last night,” Bisi said, looking around “Hope she is not around” “Emelda?”“Yes. She went to work,” Donald said, taking her hand. “What is it about you that I could not take my eyes off you the first time I saw you?” “You came from abroad,” Bisi said, drawing an imaginary line out of shyness. Donald wondered how his coming back from abroad answered his question. He couldn’t draw any connection between what he said and her answer. It dawned on him that he would be dealing with a teenager who looked smarter in appearance than in thinking. “Oh. Is that it? People abroad have answers to all mysteries?” he drew her closer and paused. A moment of awful silence besieged the whole room. And something rebuked him, a voice he didn’t know where it had come from, telling him that even i
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Chapter Seven

When Bisi crossed the main road to buy some cashew nuts, he rebuked Emelda saying “Who asked you to bring her along?”“Is anything the matter?”“I didn’t say I wanted two women. Did I?”“Today is Sunday and she was bored”“Damn. You are more intelligent than this?” Emelda convinced him she just wanted to show her around, buy some snacks for her and afterwards ask her to leave. That she would not be with her throughout their outing. “You had better send her home”“So soon?”“Yes. Come up with a believable story. Think”“I am sorry I won’t lie”“She won’t step her feet inside this car” “Donald”“You heard me”Emelda went closer to him and took his hand. “You heard me” he repeated, slowly removing his hand from her grip. “Okay. Tell her yourself”“I wasn’t the one that asked her out. Come on, Eme.”“But you know it hurts. She has already dressed to have some fun with her big sister” “You are deceiving yourself. Big sister” “Why do you like talking to me like that?”“Because you s
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Chapter Eight

Bisi faked a wide yawn and hoped she would stop talking. And hoped she would ask if she had eaten and maybe offer her something to eat and spare her those sermons. But she didn’t stop, and neither did she notice she was tired. She would like to digress the discussion or leave her room entirely but she hadn’t got a chance and she wouldn’t like to interrupt her or walk out on her. She would blame herself for even complaining. Because if she didn’t complain, would she have been this serious advising her as she did to her radio audience? “You don’t complain all the time for material comfort, Bisi. All of these are ephemeral and the joy it gives is transient; it doesn’t last,” she kept steady eye contact and Bisi had always been the one to look away. “I understand you have only one pair of shoes and they may wear off too quickly because of overuse, but have you thought of those that have no legs?”Emelda had, maybe, unconsciously thought she was speaking to her radio audience and so whe
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Chapter Nine

He sat down on the throne of the king, his elder brother. His relationship so far with Emelda needed to be reviewed. He was lost in thought. He had in mind what he wanted to achieve. But what if she found out? The worst she could do was break up with him, he muttered to himself.He had been doing it; he hadn’t kept to his promise. And what the hell was she thinking? That he would have had no romantic partner throughout his stay in England. They had promised themselves not to get into any side relationship. They had loved and dotted themselves that she saw part of her in him. Never had she loved so maddeningly; Donald would agree. But he couldn’t keep to his promise not to date another girl. The temptation was overwhelming and he thought the best thing was to succumb.So, when he went to England and lasted for a few months, one day came this pretty young girl approach him after a lecture. “Mr. Donald, right?” she asked. “Yes. How are you?” Donald adjusted his turtleneck as If it ma
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Chapter Ten

“I don’t want to see you with him again. You belong to me and me alone. Don’t you get it?” Donald shouted. “But...he is my boss”“Let his bosshood end in the office. It shouldn’t go beyond that,” he paced around her living room. “Did I make myself clear?” “There is nothing between us” “I saw how he touched you. I saw it for crying out loud. How he was smiling for you. He is in love, Eme. Can’t you see it?” “You are taking this too seriously”“Why wouldn’t I, Eme?” he breathed in and kept quiet. It seemed he was letting silence do the rebuke now. He wiped the sweat dripping down to his memo shirt. “A clear conscience fears no accusation,” Emelda said, picked her bag from the couch, and left for her bedroom.“You better mean that” Emelda didn’t know what to say to make him believe there was nothing between them. Though, lately, her boss had been fond of her. From liking her to sending her on an errand, to overtasking her, to insisting she would be the one to do his private jobs.H
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