Bad Girls Don’t Love

AARON ANSAH-AGYEMAN

BAD GIRLS DON’T LOVE

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EPISODE 17

The Fallout

Rashid got to his feet and the cloth slipped from his powerful body, and for a brief moment he stood naked, but he snatched the cloth and draped it around him as he walked slowly towards her, his handsome face torn with the wrath and disgust he was feeling.

“What happened here, Ella Silk?” he asked in a fierce whisper. “What am I doing naked in your bed?”

Above all, the name he used hurt her, hurt her bad, for no reasonable reason, and she put a hand to her throat suddenly, but she forced herself to hold his gaze.

“I found you in the rain, drunk, and being attacked by two thugs. They took all your money, invariably. A young man turned up in a car, young man called Kwabena Sintim. He recognized you, said you saved his son a long time ago. Well, he got you into his car, and we brought you here.”

His eyes narrowed as his anger soared.

“Why here, Ella?” he asked with confusion. “Why here? In your apartment, in your bed, after what you did to me! Why did you bring me here?”

“Rashid, I barely knew the guy!” she said, trying to keep her voice calm and gentle. “That was a bad portion of town I found you in, and he could have meant you harm! I didn’t know your house, so I did the best I could for you, to save your life!”

“To save my life?” he asked and gripped her shoulders. “Jesus Chris, Silky! You destroyed my life! Your lies and wicked acts drove the woman I love into the arms of her ex, and filled my heart with pain! And you say you cared about my life?”

His hands were hurting her shoulders, but she resisted the urge to cry out as she met his furious gaze.

“I did something I never would have dreamt of doing. Seeing you like that, drunk and at the mercy of killers, I acted, and kept acting. That’s what it is, Rashid. You can kill me if you want, but I have no other explanation for what I did.”

Finally, his cruel hands left her shoulder, and she winced with relief.

These hands had been so gentle in the night, so loving, so wonderful! They had driven fire and ice into her limbs. Those lips had been so gentle, so sweet, so amazing. Those eyes had been filled with magic, and had sent alien feelings into her heart.

But, in the harsh glare of day, those hands were like knives on her, those lips filled with acid, these eyes holding nothing but disgust and hatred, and suddenly Elaine felt tears bubbling in her heart.

He turned from her and turned around to face her almost immediately.

“What happened?” he asked in a less abrasive tone.

She met his gaze.

“What do you mean by that?”

She could see the wrath slowly returning to his eyes again, and she felt an unaccustomed fear gripping her heart, because she knew what he meant, and was suddenly afraid of his reaction.

“Oh, God, oh sweet Jesus!” Rashid said with horror. “You did it, didn’t you? You had your way with me, didn’t you?”

“Oh, cut the drivel, Rashid!” she flared at him, her sudden pain giving her a sharp rise in anger. “Who the hell do you think you are? That I’ll bring you home just to fuck you? I don’t give freebies, Mr Braimah, and I’m definitely not that desperate!”

He nodded and sighed greatly.

“So, nothing happened between us, right?” he asked, and his voice was hopeful, but there was a tense look on his face that told her he was hoping she would say yes.

And that hurt her!

The fact that he was hoping against all hope that he did not sleep with her, when he had given her a kind of pleasure she had never known, really bothered her now, and hurt her immensely, and so it drove up her rage.

She knew that assuring him nothing happened would bring his fury down and maybe open the way for a more civilised dialogue, but she could not give in to that simple gut feeling to say yes.

“Sintim brought you here to my bedroom instead of taking you to the guest room.”

“So what?” he asked softly, his tone harsh. “I was drunk, probably asleep. You have a guest room, don’t you?”

“I do, Rashid. I wondered if you had eaten something before you decided to drink all the alcohol in the world. So, I made some soup and came to ask you to drink some before sleeping, then you went crazy on me.”

His eyes searched her face desperately.

“What do you mean I went crazy on you?”

“You started calling me Rakia, and touching me! You were like a beast, and you drew me down on the bed beside you. I kept telling you I wasn’t Rakia, and told you about Aku, but it was in vain!”

“I was drunk!” he said sharply, angrily. “I had never taken alcohol as much as I did last night. I have always had trouble with tolerating alcohol, so I stay away from it, because it drives me insane, makes me do things I regret later! Did I rape you?”

Again, she could have shifted the blame on him and been sordid about it, but she could not, no. It had been an experience that would always stay with her, an experience that had taught her that she was not worthless at all, that deep down she was still a woman who could respond painlessly to a man’s affections.

She shook her head slowly as tears came to her eyes.

“No, you didn’t rape me,” she said in a small voice. “You kissed me, touched me, whispered endearments! I kept telling you I’m not Rakia, that I’m Ella Silk. Finally, you recognized me and called me Ella Silk. I didn’t fight you anymore after that because you wouldn’t take no for an answer.”

“Recognized you? Damn it, Silky! Every drunk man becomes horny and would call you God if you say that was your name!” he said angrily. “You’re a damn prostitute, Silky, and you’re addicted to sex! So, you surely chose the dastardliest option to sleep with me instead of getting out of the room and leaving me alone! You’re sick, Silky!”

“Well, fuck you, you bloody bastard!” she screamed furiously at him, and this time her eyes blazed with wrath. “Who the fuck do you think you are? It was just sex, nothing more! You wanted it, I gave it to you, and you bloody well took it and enjoyed it! So, get off your mighty horse, Mr Pontificating Bloody Braimah! Sex is sex!”

“Not with me!” he cried angrily. “I don’t sleep with any woman simply because her damn vagina is wet and available! I don’t pay for sex!”

“Well, nobody charged you, bro!” she said bitterly. “You got a free one on the house so bloody enjoy it! You can call it a mercy fuck, if you like, you son-of-a-bitch! How could you be so ungrateful and a downright pig, Rashid? How could you?”

He stepped forward and grabbed her arms fiercely again.

“You don’t get it, do you, Silky? When I sleep with a woman, it must mean something! I don’t use women, do you understand? Damn, I’m not like you who slakes your thirst when you’re horny! I’ve only slept with two women my whole life! Rakia, my first love who died, and Aku, whom I was going to marry! I don’t sleep with women for fun, or just for sex, Silky. I make love to women I care about, women I love, women I want to settle down with! Not with whores like you!”

She pushed him back fiercely, and as his hands left her arms, as tears filled her eyes, she slapped him hard across the face.

“You despicable man! Damn ungrateful man! I could have you in police custody for rape if I want to! Those men who attacked you had knives, and I saved you, brought you here, gave you a warm bath, made you sleep in my bed, shared my body with you, and this is how insulting you become? This is how you repay me for what I did for you? I hate you, Rashid Braimah! Oh, I hate you so much! Get out of my house!”

He rubbed his cheek and glared at her.

“I hate you more, Ella Silk, and I don’t ever want to see you again! Where are my clothes?”

Elaine was shaking as she sat down on the bed, unable to stand any longer.

“Where are my damn clothes, Ella?”

“In the fucking store room!” she shouted at him fiercely.

He walked out of the room, and Elaine bit her lower lip as tears slowly fell down her face. After some time, he came back into the room, fully-dressed, but she was sure his trousers were not completely dry. She dropped her gaze as he moved around the room, unwilling to make him see just how much she was hurt.

Her phone beeped suddenly, and she looked up and saw it in his hand, and his own phone in the other.

“What the fuck are you doing with my phone?” she hissed. “Your phone was in the rain! If it got spoilt and you want to use my phone, ask for permission first!”

“My phone is army issue, Silky. It’s waterproof and shockproof.”

“I hate you!” she screamed. “Don’t call me Silky!”

“You’re Ella Silk, legendary whore,” he said coldly, deliberately, and his eyes spilled venom at her. “Silky. That’s what you’ll always be to me.”

“I hate you, Rashid! I hate you, hate you, hate you!”

“Feeling’s mutual, Silky,” he said calmly, but his voice was filled with revulsion.

He dropped her phone beside her and walked rapidly out of the bedroom door.

Elaine felt a strange heat creeping up her neck and face, and dimly heard the front door slamming shut a minute later.

He was gone!

Dear Lord, he was gone, but what was this pain?

Then her eyes fell on the screen of her phone, and she wondered what he had done with it, and remembered the notification beep earlier. She picked it up and saw the SMS notification blinking.

She opened it.

He had transferred two thousand cedis into her mobile money wallet!

He had paid her for the lovemaking!

That was all he saw her to be, all he would ever see her… a prostitute!

She was a slut, a whore to him, that was all!

“Rashiiiiid!” she screamed shrilly as her heart lurched with pain, and she angrily wiped tears from her eyes. “I hate you, Rashid Braimah! Oh, I hate you so much and yes, I don’t ever want to see you again!”

And her hatred and fury replaced the conflicting feelings and strange emotions that had been buffeting her since he made love to her.

She welcomed the hatred because it made her cope, and made her strong.

She vowed never, ever, to cross path with Rashid Braimah again.

“Ungrateful pig!” she screamed as tears coursed down her cheeks.