The Lover Of My Soul

Pray or Play

Have you ever read a book so good that, all you talk about is that book, all you think about is that book, all you want to do is read that book over and over again. No? Well I do. The Bible. It's my favourite book,  it reminds me that my worth is found in Christ and Christ alone. Beautiful stories about Jesus and His work here on earth. Amazing things He had done, I could only ever imagine doing.  Anyways, to me the Bible scriptures are a daily reminder of who I should truly seek and pursue even when life gets the best of me. In His word I find myself a new creature, I gain wisdom, and open my heart for Him to enter and lead me in His steps. Because that's who I really am, a child of God. I reach for my phone beside me. "SEVEN O' CLOCK ALREADY!" I exclaimed. As I scrolled further down I notice 13 missed calls from my best friend, as well as 20 unread messages from her. "I am so DONE". I shut my Bible and place it on my bed as I darted to my wardrobe and changed out of the cosy sweats I was wearing. I quickly changed into a tight black dress I was persuaded to buy earlier that day along with ridiculously high heels that matched the dress. I walk over to the mirror and checked myself out for a good minute or so. "This dress is too short, but I got nothing else to wear". I let out a frustrated sigh. "I'm just gonna have to manage for tonight" I quickly do my makeup, my hair and left my apartment in a hurry.

LATER....

As I arrived at the party, the front yard was completely trashed with beer cans, wine bottles and dozens of toilet rolls, and just like in those classic High School movies the popular girl was the hostess of the party and clearly didn't care about 'her property'. The interior of the house was richly filled with flashy furniture and a ridiculously expensive car in the middle of the place, almost as if it was theirs but truthfully was rented for only tonight. I let the music lead me to where the party was held, and it lead me to the lounge. As I entered the room, heads turned in unison, eyes screamed, glass broke and what not. All I know is that I enchanted the WRONG attention to myself, and I despised every second of it. For a moment my legs completely forgot how to walk, I froze and all I could do was  awkwardly pull down my good-for-nothing-short-dress. "Who invited her?" someone yelled, "Not me, but I'm not complaining" someone else replied. In the corner of my eye, I noticed an angry figure walking towards me. Guess who? Yes, my best friend A.K.A the hostess. She grabs me by the arm and pulls me into the nearest room to us. "Cool party" I joked. "Are you seriously kidding me?" she questioned. "Is it because I'm late, I'm sorry" I replied guiltily. She crossed her arms so tight that her nails pressed into her skin "Are you seriously going to pretend like you don't know?". I'm totally confused right now, she isn't making any sense at all, and she's definitely not going to tell me what the problem is.  "Am I missing something because, I'm really confused". She looked at me with eyes of fury and stepped towards me, for some reason I was expecting an apology for how she unexplainably dragged me away from the party or for how she's been looking at me with eyes full of hatred and jealousy, but no. I should've known better than to expect that. The only words that managed to escape her mouth were "YOU'RE DRESSED LIKE A—" she screamed. I bet the whole party at the other side of the house must've heard what she said. "You're dressed like a— and have the audacity to ask me what's wrong.....you really are as stupid as you look". My eyes gathered water droplets, that were forcing tears to run down my cheek. It's not because of what she had said that I'm crying, It's because she was the one manipulating my every decision since the very day I let her into my life and now she's casually painting ME as the bad guy. I wasn't surprised of what she had said but to know that she's right over there looking at me crying was WAY more embarrassing than I had hoped for.

Isaac, my ex best friend's boyfriend who was very much intoxicated, sat outside in a slump. "Cute dress" he teased. "Well, your girlfriend thinks otherwise" I replied, while walking away from the house. His body ached as he struggled to stand up. "Hey, but aren't you supposed to be in there having fun?" I turned back to him whilst he was struggling to stand up straight, "Well, I'm no longer in the mood to party so I'm going home" I answered. Suspicion hit him and made him press harder on wanting to find out the real reason why I'm suddenly leaving my ex best friend's party. I just can't understand why he's being so curious about it. And having a conversation about his girlfriend wasn't really an option either. With one hand in his pocket and the other holding his beer, he walks towards me. "Did anything happen?" he asked curiously. "No" I protested. He moves a few steps closer to me, as he gently pushes my afro hair behind my ear. I could see how his eyes diluted when they reached mine, and how he was taking in the sight of my flustered face at the same time. The only thought that flooded my mind was how he became ten times more attractive the closer he leaned in to me. Without hesitating I erased such thought from my mind in an instant, I can't think like that. Whoever God has for me will be for me. Not someone who was never mine to begin with. "Isaac, you're drunk, you should-" he pulled back, "It's okay, you can leave now" he grunted.

———————————————————————————WRITER'S NOTE💭: If you made it this far down, Heyy!! Really appreciate every single one of you who read 'Pray or Play'. I'm excited to hear all of your opinions. God bless you <3