BANE OF HIS EXISTENCE

Chapter 14: : REGRETS AND CONFUSION.

MAYA.

It wasn't long after I shared my location with Hossein I saw his car driving towards me, thankfully.

It's late November in Nigeria, and the dry season has started creeping in, which means we will have to bid goodbye to rainfall soon. Being out here in the early hours of the morning wearing nothing but casual clothes from the previous day would've been nothing but asking for sickness.

Anyone who knows me knows how much I despise cold weather, which is why hoodies are my go-to clothing whether it's raining or the sun is up, amidst Mrs.D's protests, of course. Sighs! The thought of Mrs.D brought back the events of last, and I shrunk deeper into the car seat with my face buried in my hands, groaning.

I am left alone with my thoughts while there's nothing but absolute silence in the car as Hossein drove us home and I couldn't be more grateful to him for not turning up the radio.

I fucking hate how fuzzy my brain gets when I drink.

Damn it!

I can't fucking remember what happened between Andrew and I last night for the life of me.

Why couldn't it have been Hossein who found me?

I would have been just fine with the whole of my memories from last night gone, considering everything that happened upon my father's arrival, which was the reason I set out to drink in the first place. However, my plan was ruined by Andrew once again.

Fucking Andrew!

Why is it always him?

Right from the moment he barged into my life. It did not matter if I was having a good or bad day, Andrew was always at the center of it. He would always find a way to throw himself into my life without a warning or permission, and I'd always managed to shake him off, knowing that he was just that kind of person, but I couldn't seem to do that this time.

After all, none of it had been this serious.

Not like this time.

None of it had been this...intimate.

Argh! I'm so freaking confused about about everything.

My head feels like it might explode if I think any harder about any of this.

"What are you going to do now?"

"Huh?"

"About your father," Hossein said, looking at me warily, and I sighed.

"Honestly, I don't know." He managed a little reassuring smile as he kept driving, saying...

"That's okay, take your time"

This is the kind of person Hossein is. Kind, caring, and thoughtful to a fault. I know he wants to know about everything that happened last night. Where I ran off to and where I spent the night, even though he might have already gotten some of the details from Andrew.

But he's more concerned about how I'm doing at the moment, and this is how he shows it.

Not the regular 'Why did you run off to?' or 'Why didn't you call me last night?' you'd often hear from people whenever something like this happens.

I have always hated how every individual somehow manages to make other people's misfortunes about themselves instead of just being there for someone in the way that counts.