Dark Desires

🌼Chapter 3🌼

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131+ messages from David on WhatsApp. 67 missed calls and 40 SMS from yesterday till this morning. I ignored all of them, I came online I replied everyone but him. What would I even say to him? What do I even have to say to him? He was persistent he kept sending messages until my phone started hanging.

Block him.

I could do that, it's not so hard to do, but I couldn't, I blocked him, unblocked him, blocked him, unblocked. Till I got sick and archived his messages this way I wouldn't be seeing his messages.

My eyes were puffy. I literally cried till I felt like my tears had dried from my eyes, my head was pounding like crazy, I couldn't even bring myself to get up from my bed, talk more of eating. I hadn't told anyone, who would I tell for Fucks sake? My mother? That David my boyfriend of 3 years tried to force himself on me? Oh and the fact that I lied to you and went to his house when his parents weren't home.

I could say that if I want to be 6 feet deep

This was the time I desperately needed my best friend Ama, she would have known what to say or do, she would have rushed over to my house to comfort me. Too bad they had to move back to South Africa and we even hardly spoke on the phone because she started school and she's always busy. I cried again. I cried because I miss Ama, I cried because I still missed and loved him so bad, I cried because that's the only thing I could do at the moment.

"Ella Maria!" My mom called "Come down this instant." I sighed standing up from my bed and sluggishly walked into my bathroom to wash my face. The last thing I wanted her doing was pestering me with her unending questions why My eyes were swollen . I wore my glasses and made my way downstairs.

"Afternoon Mummy." I said lowly, as I entered the kitchen. I could perceive the delicious aroma of whatever she was making filled the air that's how I knew she was in the kitchen. Mostly because that's her favorite part of the house, she's always in here cooking up one or two dishes she saw on YouTube or a food channel on the TV.

"I made Spaghetti and turkey pepper sauce." She beamed with a bright smile show casing her pearly whites, I smiled back, my mother had a very contagious smile. "Yum." I answered trying my best to sound excited but I ended up sounding like Wednesday.

She carefully closed the pot and gave me a questioning look. "Go set up the dining, your father would be home soon." I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding in, thank goodness she didn't ask what was wrong with me, honestly speaking I hated lying to my parents, it's not like I don't do it. But occasionally, well, only days when I had to leave the house to hangout with David.

Ugh.

I took the plates and cutlery and arranged them on the dining. Why did they have to make it look so fancy, literally everything in our house looked like it was dipped in gold water, not to mention that fact that my mother was a neat freak so literally everything was spotless, I mean you could literally see yourself in the reflection of the floors.

"Grandma told me she sent you 70k on Friday." My Mom asked after we were done setting up the dining and waiting for my dad to arrive.

Shit. I completely forgot about that, " it slipped from my mind I wanted to tell you." I answered honestly.

"Slipped from your mind? What were you thinking that you would forget to tell me this?" She pressed on.

I sighed. She just doesn't let things go easily "I was packing so my mind was occupied." I lied. I was busy with David.

"Did you tell her thank you?" She continued, just as My dad walked in.

" Of course I did Mum. How can I forget that? Welcome Daddy." I greeted him, he gave me his usual " Thank you sweetheart." He walked over and gave me a side hug and kissed my mom on the forehead "What's for dinner I'm starving."

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Ella pack this, Ella don't pack this. Ella you'd need this, Ella you won't need this. Like oh my fucking God give me a break! I so desperately wanted to tell that to my over bearing mother, she literally had all my clothes from my closet all over my bed and the floor. My shoes where literally scattered everywhere and I was already so tired. The clock on the wall read 11:43 PM and we had an early flight tomorrow by 6Am. As much as my mother was getting on my last nerve, I couldn't thank her enough because I literally hadn't packed a single thing. I remembered making a plan to pack that Saturday but immediately changed my mind when you know who wanted us to go to this new Chinese restaurant that opened up near his house. Not gonna lie it was cute seeing him struggling with his chopsticks.

Jesus Ella. Get over him already.

"What's that?" My mom asked stopping mid way from the shirt she was folding.

"What?" I asked back with a confused look.

"You said get over him already. Get over who?" She continued. I laughed nervously "What no. You heard me wrong I said Get over this already. As in lets get over this packing all ready so I could, we could get some shut eye."
I was surprised at how smoothly that lie came out.

Perks of having strict parents.

"Who's fault is it we're packing this late?" My mother rolled her eyes, I threw my arms around her neck " I love you too mummy."

" you have so much clothes." She laughed, I giggled "All thanks to you." My mother was a fashionista always keeping up with the latest fashion trends and designs. So technically seeing that I was her only child and a girl for that matter she literally bought everything and anything that she thought I would like. And she wasn't wrong I did love whatever she got for me .

I was always the best dressed in any event at school. Ama and I were.

David and I were too.

I heard my phone beep signaling I had a message notification. I sighed not really wanting to check it out but my curiosity got the best of me and I regretted opening that message.

Unknown number- I'd die for him. I could kill for him. Just pray nothing happens to David. Ella Maria Idoreyin