𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑨𝒓𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝑭𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝑫𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈

40| Hurt

Heyya! It's me again. Since I'm on holidays I decided to try and battle with Wattpad and finish the book on time (even though that looks so far away😭✨)

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Read and be blessed 😁 🙏🏾

Justice 💔

Two weeks.

Two very painful  weeks

I've never been away from Amir for this long. But I've never been this hurt by him either. He had constantly been bombarding my phone with endless calls, text messages and voicemails until I got fed up and blocked him everywhere.

And I mean everywhere.

I was still so angry, hurt and mostly tired. I tried avoiding him, Dayo, Rihanna and Empress. Zayne was hard to avoid because I bumped into him unexpectedly at unexpected places which was suspicious but I was too tired to care. Everytime I saw him I could see the empathy in his eyes even though his face held no emotions. But he made no effort to apologize on Amir's behalf or comfort me which baffled me but I was glad all the same. I needed time and space away from everything and everyone.

Thank God no one was home. It would have broken the camel's straw if I left the wahala of school to come home and meet my pesky stepfather in the house or a mother who didn't give two fucks if I was alive or dead.

I closed my eyes, trying to will myself to sleep but sleep wasn't coming. All that swarm through my mind were the times I and Amir were together and it broke my heart all over again. It felt like there was a huge hole punctured in my chest and nothing could fill it up again. Everytime I closed my eyes, that event...the one of him choosing Keisha over me kept replaying itself over and over again in my head until I broke down crying my eyes out.

"No one really likes you Justice, stop trying to play pretend"

"Be a good little girl and get on your knees sweetie"

I frowned as hidden memories, ones I've buried deep into my memory started resurfacing. My heart was beating fast and even though I tried to mentally push it away, it was hell bent on torturing me.

No!

"That's my good girl. Now take it in"

"You dirty little bitch. I OWN you!"

No! No!

"You are MINE Justice! You dirty little bitch belong to me!"

No! No please!

I was shaking, sweating as that last voice left my head. I sat up and almost immediately the door flung open and a light skinned guy rushed in. He knelt before me, raised my chin up and held my trembling hands.

"Hey, hey! Breathe...breathe...take deep breaths" he said in a soft voice. I bit my lip and shook my head helplessly and started taking deep breaths at the sound of his voice. Soon my voice returned to normal and I was able to breathe properly. My hands were still shaking but he held them in his and used his thumb to trace little circles on them.

I focused on this stranger who was still kneeling before me. He was handsome no doubt.

In fact, he was very handsome.

"Who...Who are you?" I rasped. He gave a little half smile and cocked his head. That action made him look so adorable, almost child-like.

"My name is Gozie. You're Justice right? Your mum didn't tell me much about you" he replied. I frowned again