(Any explanation would require having to tell porkies. I needed to think through carefully before attempting one. I finally got to my apartment and thanked the driver before making my way inside. I let the gate man help get out my keys as he wanted to know what had happened to my hand.
'I slipped and fell.'
'Sorry Ma'am.'
'Thank you .'
Was all I could say. Once I got inside, I went straight to my room; to the bathroom. The struggle to take off the body con I was wearing began. I almost cried, the pain was unbearable. I finally did and struggled to take a shower. I struggled to get dressed once I was done. I was starving but remembered there wasn't much I could do in my situation.
I decided to suspend having breakfast. It was almost eight and my hand needed medical attention. I picked a scarf from my closet and decided to use it to support my hand instead. I needed help to tie it around my neck to pass my right hand through. In the end, I had to get assistance from my gateman. The poor old man just had to assist me; he helped me lock the front door and walked me to the gate to find me a taxi since I couldn't drive. The drive to the hospital was slow since it was still rush hour. Thankfully, I arrived and began the process to see a doctor. I was referred to an orthopedist.
Though it was my hand that was hurting, it felt like it was my entire arm to my right shoulder. It gave me a sickly feeling. My phone began to ring again. Gad won't let me be. I didn't pick up but went on to read his texts. Boy! Dude was getting worried about me but I didn't want him to know where I was. I still decided to ignore him till I could come up with reasons for my condition. I quickly texted Nancy to ask her not to give Gad any details. She began to call right away.
'Vee.
You know the dude is going to be worried about you.
What's wrong with letting him know you had a little accident and are getting treated at the hospital?'
'No Nancy, please.'
'Wait a minute Vee.
Are you sure it was a fall.'
?'
'Nancy.
The dude hit my hand against the bed several times like my hand was a piece of wood.....'
I became silent.
'Vee?
Are you okay?
Hello....?
Hello....?'
I mentally slapped myself for willingly giving out details I was trying so hard to keep to myself. I said the words before I had the chance to think about it. My silence meant regret.
'I'm here...'
I managed to say in a low voice .
'I'm sorry Vee.
You mean Gad did that to you.
How's that possible?'
'No!
Gad didn't do that to me.
I haven't seen Gad in three days.'
'So who did this to you?'
Nancy patiently waited for my response. I could feel the anger in her voice.
I offered her no explanation and just kept quiet.
'Vee.
Give me a few minutes, I'll get back to you.'
She didn't wait for my response before cutting the call.
Now I didn't only feel shitty, I felt stupid for getting into this mess.
He still called me whore after everything. I was such a fool. Why did I go there in the first place?
Nicholas had called me just like he always did. He claimed he was in the neighborhood and wanted to see me. As usual, he could not enter my house. Yes, he was such a toxic person that no one I meant the world to ever wanted to see him around me. Our friendship started and ended at my gate else, I ended up having quarrels with people over him.
I had gone to see him. Nicholas and I were not friends on an emotional level. Our relationship was so broken that what we had left was passion. We both seemed addicted, no matter what . He ended up touching me and as usual the silly me jumped for him though I had tried to keep away from him in months. I had been seeing Gad for the past seven months and I never let him touch me the way Nicholas did.
Gad was what I called my dream guy. Gad was anything but the exact opposite of Nicholas. Gentle, caring and respectful. I could doff my hat out to him, he adored the ground on which I walked.
Coffee kept me up all night...I ended up writing...I should drink more coffee☺
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Thank God for coffee. Hope you are not done yet?
ReplyDeleteSomeone has got to go to jail....
☺I'm not done Steven. There's more to come.
DeleteAm loving it already, , this is real, we ladies always go bqck to guys dat treat us bad, jus for wat,,, a strong F or a D...daz all dem gud at bt actually we can actually grow to love gud guys lik Gad, if we want somtin dat bad frm nick,, dat draws us bak to him,, den we shd channel it to Gad,,...I hope am making sense fellas
ReplyDeleteLintema Mortson, yes it makes sense.
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