Citrus

twenty-eight

Bisola

"Won't you eat anything?" Sewa asks.

"No."

"What of ice cream?"

My stomach growls at the mention of it but-"No."

Sewa sighs. She's had enough. "Then why did you call me here if nothing I do is going to satisfy you? What is wrong with you sef?"

I groan my response, then turn my head to stare at her. Sewa looks back at me, her brows raised.

I wasn't in the mood for anything.

A day had passed since the incident, but it still felt as if it was just an hour ago. I had been checking my phone constantly, hoping and wishing that John would call. But he didn't. I had also tried to phone him, several times, but his threat still lingering in my mind made me not to, knowing that he wouldn't answer, and that would hurt.

Sewa walked to where I was and began to pull me from the bed.

"Go and take a shower. You stink,"

"No!" I protest. Trying to pull myself back but Sewa was stronger than me, and managed to pull me to the edge, Making my head hit the floor. I wince at the pain, and finally, with all my power, stood on my feet.

My legs felt like jelly.

I couldn't even stand straight.

I was sure I looked deteriorated, my hair in a wild frenzy, with skin all wrinkly and dark circles etching underneath my eyelids which were red and puffy. Sewa looked up at me, then shook her head.

"You look horrible."

"I know." I mouth back, then sigh, sitting on the edge of the bed frame. My dad was still trying to find out what was going on, but still stuck to a corner and unable to find out how Issac was able to do what he did. He told me that he would do something about it, but nothing has gotten to me yet.

At least the article had been taken down, that was one thing to be grateful for.

Sewa strolled to where I was and sat beside me, holding me in her arms. "Babe, it is going to be okay,"

Nothing was.

I just nod my head and settle in the warmth of her soft skin.

"I'm sure you're Dad will find a solution to this," she reassures.

"I didn't know Issac could do something like this," I say to her, my voice hoarse. "I'm sure by now John hates me,"

Sewa let out a very long hiss, "That Issac, let me just get my hands on him, I'll beat him like weyre," I laughed loudly and she joined me, then gave a very long sigh. "You care about your John don't you?"

I rose my head to stare at her, "What do you mean by that?"

Sewa looks back at me, then squares her shoulders, "I mean, you don't seem quite disturbed by Issac, what irks you the most is realizing that John may detest you,"

I squeezed my brows together, my eyes narrowing. "Of course, I'm disturbed by Issac, I would stop at nothing to belittle him for doing this to me," Sewa have an open look, and I sighed. "Fine, maybe I'm disturbed by the fact that John hates me,"

"You finally admitted it, " Sewa rolled her eyes, "so, what do you think is making you feel this way?"

I chewed my bottom lip, my heart rate instantly accelerating as she spoke those words. I wasn't sure, and I was confused about everything but all I knew was it hurt to think about it, that John despised and detested me. It left me feeling devastated, and an unknown feeling crawl on my body that I wanted to get rid of.