Perfect Pain

#3

Chapter three
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"When trust is broken,it can never be fixed"

As it was dark, so was it scary,cold,and lifeless. I have been driving around the whole city,it wasn't as easy at it seemed but it wasn't terrible, and thank God I wasn't hit.

I found myself in a loud and noisy place. After  roaming about Abuja for over three hours, I finally followed other cars to a club.

It wasn't my kind of place but I figured it would be less tragic for me. And despite the sounds I would do perfectly fine, if nobody asks me any questions or talks about my life.

I wasn't as angry as before,but still; I rather be surrounded by nameless faces and unknown personalities that would give the world to know less about me than be with people who act like I'm a lifeless tin-can rolling around their lives.

There were flashing lights around the place, the husky voice of Davido singing the song the people danced to, "jowo" As they moved their bodies.

Ignoring most of the kissing scenarios I came across, I was able to make it to the bar attendant without getting hit.

Slowly slouching on the counter, the keys let loose off my hand and slide on the table. "A glass of Hennessy, with ice." I was detailed with my request, I never, or rather,-due to time-have barely had alcohol in my system, typically because I would easily get addicted whenever alcohol comes in,but thanks to Adam, I was able to control it, up until now that is,

I didn't need any body to tell me what to do,or much less listen to myself through the whole night.

"Tough night?" As I bent to the sound of my phone,I look up at the bar attendant who had a grin on his face, trying to meddle in my business. I came here to clear my head, not to remember or talk about it.

"Tough break. shut it, get your job done and fuck off." I said simply with little victory after pulling my phone to my face. I rolled off my eyes and rolling them even more as i recognized the caller ID on my screen.

Feed up, I slapped my phone on the counter,close to the keys, I took the glass to my mouth,and in a gulp I sent it down my throat. loving the effect on me I requested for another as I pushed the glass to him. "You know what to do." Silently I said to him.

"y....yes ma'am." He took the glass and turned so I was seeing his back,when I grew irritated, I spin my   chair , drawn by the loud cheers I finally accommodated behind me. I saw them,high and waisted, but happy and satisfied, they seemed to be clearly hypnotized by the majestic voice of 'Davido'

Who I remember to be a great model to Adam. Wow. I've never missed them so much,yet I haven't felt so free without them.

They were trouble, but they were my trouble.

Some way, I already started feeling my cells jump as the booming sound was fully accommodated it in my head, slowly drawn to its satisfying and pleasure giving sound. I never thought I would be the one here, dancing with drunk Nigerian teenagers,bluntly even thinking of the consequences.

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"Wow. What. A nice plan." I know that pity mokery from anywhere.

"What do you want?! I thought I was clear earlier. Go away." Childishly irritated, I turned my gaze from that ridiculous eyes, resuming my formal actions Where my throat constantly felt the hotness In my glute.

I threw my hand in the air,and the harsh, spicy liquid went down my throat and I winched simultaneously.

"You know, you're the least I thought would be here." And suddenly, I frowned into thin air before swiftly spinning my head towards him.