I drove through the unfamiliar streets of Paris with the help of google map. I could feel Alice’s eyes on me but I ignored her. Ever since we left home, there has been an awkward silence between us but I felt too betrayed to fill it up
“So, what club did you call it again?” Alice questioned finally breaking the silence as I turn into another street
“It is a band” I said sharply without adding any additional information
“Can we talk?” she asked in a low voice
“If you wanted to talk to me, you would have told me before catching you in bed with Maria’s daughter?” I replied bitterly even though I wanted to be cool but then, I have always been told that I am intense
“That is why you are mad” She retorted in surprise “Because I didn’t tell you”
“Of course, I thought we are friends now and friends tell each other everything. To find out that you are keeping things from me, especially the most important one about your life hurts” I complained harshly
She looked away in discomfort and that is something she only does when she found out that she was wrong
“Why do you think I am angry”
She looked at me and looked away again
She did not?
“Oh my God, did you think I am homophobic?” I lamented loudly as I swipe focus between Alice and the road. Maybe, I shouldn't be having this discussion on the road
“Of course not, I mean…I mean—” she stuttered as she struggled to find words to defend herself
“After all this time, you think I am that close-minded”
“I mean.... you are Nigerian” She voice out
Okay, that makes sense. Anything that does not go in line with the culture and religion is deemed as an abomination by Nigerians. Those caught in the act back home in Nigeria were always arrested and jailed. So, I get where Alice is coming from but that is not an excuse for her, we have been together for months, she should know by now that I am open-minded about sexuality.
My favourite movies are ones with gay love, my wattpad library is only filled with boy x boy stories, I even fucking marched during the pride parade, how else could I have shown this woman that I won’t crucify her for her sexuality
“If I can accept Frances for being Trans, then I will definitely accept you for being who you are” I argued viciously focusing my attention on the road again
“You know Frances is Trans?” she asked in utter surprise and when I looked at her, there was a deep scowl across her face
“Yes, is it suppose to be a secret?”
“Did she tell you or did you…”
“Saw her naked like I caught you in bed with the chef” I teased her
“This is not a joke, Bewa” she retorted with seriousness
“What? You have no right to be angry, that should be me. I was the one kept in the dark, remember?”
“Bewa…” she muttered impatiently
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The Chronicles of Bewa
Fanfiction"The Chronicles of Bewa" unfolds the gripping narrative of a young Nigerian woman who defied the odds, marrying her celebrity crush against a mere 0.1% chance. She believed her troubles had come to an end, but what appeared to be a dream come true...
