'Hey you. Wake up.! Wake up whore!
I felt a pang in my right arm. Then the pain became lingering and unbearable. 'Whore, wake up!' This time I couldn't bear it and let out a shout before opening my eyes. My hand felt painful. I had to lift it up with my left hand before sitting up.
I cast my gaze around the room and heard the door open. The monster Nicholas was standing beside the bed. That made sense. Thought I was dreaming. It was so real. 'Get dressed, you have to go now.' Just then, my phone began to ring. Gad was calling, I could tell from the ring tone : Cold Play's 'sky full of stars.' I waited for the call to end and then the phone began to ring again. I let the sheets fall onto the floor as I got out of the bed. I had been supporting my obvious fractured right hand with my left hand. There was no way I could still clutch the sheets to my body and support my hand.
The tears began to streak down my cheeks as I tried to get dressed to leave. I could feel Nicholas watching but cared less. He did not bother to help me knowing, I could not use my right hand. It took forever but I finally managed to get dressed and walked to the bathroom to brush my teeth . By the time I was done, the cab that would take me to my place was ready. 'The taxi is waiting outside.' I didn't bother to respond, I just made my way to the entrance but before I could exit the building, Nicholas grabbed my left shoulder turning me around to face him. 'I'm sorry Vesta.' I took a final look at him from head to toe and walked outside into the waiting taxi which sped off once I was seated at the back.
I rolled down the glass as the rush of the early morning air filled the car. It was a relief to be out of that house. My fourteen inches hair which I had not bothered to comb flew as the wind blew it. My phone began to ring and as painful as my right hand felt, I managed to get the phone out of my sling bag which was on my lap. The call ended before I could get it. Gad had called again. I checked my whatsapp messages and his was the most recent.
'Good morning babes.'
The tears that had been threatening to fall down my cheeks just fell.
I was such a bitch. Gad must have seen me online. I saw him still typing.
'Are you okay?' I just read on.
'Hope you slept well. Your alarm called to wake you up earlier.' I'm driving now, will call again when I get to work xoxo.'
He meant he had tried reaching me earlier to wake me up so I would get ready for work. Gad had been my very reliable alarm clock for months. Calling me every week day at a quarter to six.
Oh God. How did I get so messed up? I needed to get home and take a quick shower but first I had to call my Line manager to let her know I was going to be late. I could barely move my right hand. Who was I kidding ? I' m sure I was going to have to take the day off.
'Good morning Vesta'
'Good morning Miss Nelson'
'You don't sound okay.'
'Yes Miss Nelson, I actually slipped and fell last night. I can barely move my right hand . I'm on my way to see a doctor and calling to let you know I'll be late to the office .'
'Sorry to hear Vesta.
You sound terrible. Please see a doctor as quickly as you can and let me know what happens. You can take the day off.'
'Thanks Ma'am.'
'You are welcome .'
I needed to get home and freshen up before visiting the hospital.
I checked my whatsapp messages and read through them. Nancy my housemate and bestfriend wanted to know if I had left home early or slept out. I texted back to let her know what had happened but spared her the details. I still couldn't reply Gad or call him back . I didn't know what to say to him.
Look who got back to writing short stories ☺☺☺
Keep reading as the story develops.
Great to see you writing again and thanks for sharing. Sorry for Vesta though, pls keep me posted let me know what happened to her and how she got herself in that position in the first place.
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Thank you. It feels good to be writing again too.
DeleteSure I will.
Please what happened to Vesta?...Get out of the mud. Blow the worries away if there are any and get to writing...get into this world
ReplyDelete:) You'll soon find out what happened to her.Thanks for your kind words though. So thoughtful of you.
DeleteIf u call me a whore, dat shd be it for me 4 gud..vesta sowy ok.if am hurt and u cnt hlp me dress, den daz it for real.i hope u kw dat vesta
ReplyDeleteHahahah...sisters are getting emotional here. So nice of you to support another sister. Thank you!
DeleteIf u call me a whore, dat shd be it for me 4 gud..vesta sowy ok.if am hurt and u cnt hlp me dress, den daz it for real.i hope u kw dat vesta
ReplyDeleteGuess you are different!
DeleteVeata beta not com aroud dat fool who cals her a whore, , and can't evn hlp her dress tho she's in pains,, beta now than ever
ReplyDeleteVeata beta not com aroud dat fool who cals her a whore, , and can't evn hlp her dress tho she's in pains,, beta now than ever
ReplyDeleteI didn't have fun reading through once I was done writing this. It was a bit annoying but now I'm glad I did from all the inbox messages. My sisters are getting all emotional.Keep reading☺
ReplyDeleteglued on!
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