Will Our Love End?
DAISY YAWSON
WILL OUR LOVE END?
It had been long since I had alone time. Kwame came for Aria a day before the party and thankfully mum was absent to create a scene.
I sang to myself, enjoying the brief freedom which will end in a couple of days. I got ready for the late-night party with Maame. Having Aria at a young age deprived me of friends. Maame was the only one who got in touch with me and had no problems doing so.
She came over and we left. My cleavage showed in the tight bodycon dress. Therapy made me feel good about myself. I used to complain of stretch marks and big stomach any time Kwame was around.
He felt guilty. It made me think he regretted getting me pregnant and I was making it much worse.
Well, a girl has got to complain.
We got there in Maame’s car. She talked all the way to the place, making me miss our time in school together.
A beautiful house appeared in our view. Cars were already packed and people were rushing in.
We joined them inside the mansion. We had so much fun until 11:00pm when one guy offered me a drink.
I took it without thinking anything of it. I drank it all. In a few minutes, my body was hot. It was cold outside but I felt hot on the inside. My body trembled and I slid off from my seat unto the floor. In all, I felt uncomfortable.
The same guy came around. He held me up. Fortunately, I managed to pick up my phone. My eyes felt hazy and heavy.
I dialed someone’s number before the stranger took it away from me. I was positive that my drink was drugged by this lunatic. I touched myself everywhere just to feel something.
It is definitely a sex drug. He picked me upstairs into a room.
“She’s fine o. Who is she?”
“No idea. Her big ass made me choose her for tonight.”
Their words disgusted me. I sobbed inwardly. Who will come to my rescue?
They started to undress me but before they could touch me, my phone rang. Miraculously, I picked it up from the other side of the bed, and answered it before they could snatch it away.
“Help, please.”
“Sika? Hello! Where are you?”
I could not recognize the voice because of the effect of the drug. I craved sex.
I think I told the other person on the line to come for me before the guys took it away. One guy pulled at my hair and I screamed in pain.
Tears prickled at my eye.
They moved at a fast pace. Tearing my dress and my panty apart. I don’t know what happened next but the door was kicked open. Everything became blank afterwards.
I woke up in Kwame’s bed. With his t-shirt on me. I took it off as the effect of the drug came back.
I tried calling him but it sounded enticing to me. He rushed in the room with his sister. He was not prepared for what he saw.
He got the T-shirt and tried putting it back on me but I took it off.
“Kwame, I need you alone now,” I confessed out of nowhere. I kept touching myself and trembling.
Kwame looked on shamefully.
“Kwame you’re not going to do this,” Serwaa warned.
He couldn’t keep his eyes off me.
“She’s drugged.”
“And so? What has that got to do with you? You got her out of her mess. Why do this too?”
“Kwame!? Kwame are you even listening to me?”
I guess, Serwaa lost her brother to me.
She dashed out fuming. Everyone will be wondering where the hell Maame was at that time. She left early to attend to an urgent matter.
Kwame placed me back on the bed. He hesitated but I urged him on.
“Please hurry. It…it hurts.”
He got out of his clothes.
“I don’t want you passing out again. This is fucked up.”
He was talking to himself more than he was talking to me.
He did what no man has ever done to me. I don’t want to go into details but he made love to me many times over.
I woke up alone on the bed to an argument in the hall. I listened quietly.
“Kwame, please let her go before anything more happens between you two.”
“I never said I was keeping her here and keep your voice down. Aria is sleeping.”
“I’m telling you. Even if you ever think of going back to her, Akua will hear of it.”
I heard nothing after that. The door of his room pushed open. I was still naked under the blanket.
“Are you okay now?” he asked like nothing really happened. Like he forgot confessing his love to me over and over. Like he didn’t kiss me passionately and begged me not to go. Well, back to reality.
He cured me and so it’s over.
“I am. I will leave soon but can I see Aria?”
“Sure. She’s in her room. Be careful not to wake her up,” he warned and went away.
Wow. Did he really not want me after having sex with me? He acted cold and distant?
I briefly saw Ari and left. Her sweet face shone under the dim light in her room.
I picked a taxi back home. I was still soaked with his cum and planned to clean up when reaching home. He used to clean me up but now, it was my business to do that.
Apart from the hot steamy sex, the name Akua occupied my mind. Who was she in Kwame’s life?
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