𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐁𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 (𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒)

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Third day of keeping my consistent update challange 💪🤣
I hope I push through.

Ehen, you see the way I am begging you guys to vote at least, just common votes and comments, and you refused. We will soon get to the cliffhangers, climax, plot twist, i am not threatening you oh😂 All I have to say is, you will beeeeeeeeeggggggggggggg.
No wahala.

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°HALIMA BELLO•

There was obvious tension in the house. Something was clearly wrong; I could feel it. I hadn't seen Aunty Monica, and she never hinted she was going on a trip, which was unlike her.

The soft knock on my door indicated who it was. He was the only person who knocked on my door that way. He always seemed to be trying so hard not to disturb me.

"How are you doing?" Dad asked immediately he walked in. It's been a while we had a conversation.

"I am fine Daddy." I said this while sitting up. Meanwhile, I watched him take a full view of my room. I followed his gaze, panicked for no apparent reason. Maybe the saying, "A clear conscience fears no accusations," was correct. My large eyes were everywhere.

Was I the only one who noticed that my room smelled strongly of Roman cologne? In fact, I always smelled like Roman, if that is a thing. Dude always wanted to eat me up, if that was possible. Roman was simply too touchy. Not that I was complaining.

"Has your mum reached out to you?" Dad suddenly inquired.

"No, we have not spoken since her departure. I had no idea she was taking a trip." I replied hesitantly.

He nodded casually as he moved around my room.

"Can I ask you a question? Baby."

Whenever he called me baby, he wanted to cuddle me up, to either pet me or get an information from me.

"Do you notice anything unusual about Roman?" Dad asked.

I swallowed hard, hoping he would not notice how tense I had become.

"Roman?" I inquired.

"Have you seen him do anything suspicious?"

I looked confused.

"Drugs. Is he using drugs?" He elaborated.

"Drugs?" I responded, trying desperately to hide my facial expression. "No." I lied through my teeth. I told my father a lie.

"He is acting suspicious, and I do not trust that boy at all, especially given his history. Be cautious; if you notice anything strange, please notify me." He said with a grim expression, and I nodded my head confidently.

"Be careful; do not let anyone coerce you into a lifestyle that is not moral, especially among young people today who use hard drugs." He paused briefly before pulling out a kit from his pocket. I turned to him, shocked and perplexed, my eyes filled with questions.

"I trust you, but as a parent, I need to take precautions. Pee into that and hand it to me."

If I said I was not shocked to my core, call me a platonic lair. I was perplexed, because this had never happened before. My father demanded that I pee into a can for a drug test. It seemed strange.

"I am waiting."

My eyes were filled with confusion as I took the kit from him.