Inner 9ja gal. #projectnigeria

Consequences

Yetunde gave ifeanyi one long, hard kiss and walked away, swinging her hips seductively. I couldn't help but stare, ifeanyi as well.

As soon she was out of earshot, ifeanyi grabbed my hand again, and we moved further into the shadows, this time his grip was gentle. He looked into my eyes and tucked a wrily strand of hair behind my ear. He held my gaze,  his big brown eyes piercing my soul.

"Bellísima" he said, still trapping me with his gaze,  I felt like a deer in headlights.

"what"?
"nothing, you're just so beautiful "
the air was cool,  the parking lot was almost empty as everyone was leaving, the breeze caressed my skin through the flimsy material of my dress. Our smells entangling, our hands entwined and our eyes connected.  I swear I could feel his soul, his heartbeat, his innermost desires. The connection was fire. It was as though I had met my soul mate, you know if such a thing did exist, I don't believe in soul mates. But the connection to this man whom I had met just days back had me reconsidering. He was beautiful, this human was exceptional. God is indeed great, look what he created. I had a warm feeling in my chest, my heart had been set on fire for him. I was burning for him.

Slowly he reached down and kissed me. His lips claimed mine with such ferocity that i almost lost my balance. His hands roamed my body and his skin felt like a blanket, warm and soft as he enveloped me in his arms. I came alive, I had never felt so alive. He lifted me and placed me on the bumper of the car and the kiss deepened, tongue caressed tongue as I lapped at the saliva of a man i didn't know like a dog. I bit his lip, like freshly baked doughnuts they were soft and fluffy. His hands reached under my shirt and as he unclapsed the hook of my bra,  common sense like a rush of wind came flooding in. This was not my man,  he was not mine to kiss or touch.  Not mine to desire in this animalistic way. Not mine to fall for. Not mine, not yours ofure!.

I pushed him off me. And it seemed some of that sense hit him too as a wave of realization washed over his face.

"I'm so sorry" he said trying to clean my lipstick from his lips.

"I can't do this with you ifeanyi,  we can.... "

" it won't happen again,  I promise".

That was the right answer,  it wasn't supposed to happen again, it wasnt even supposed to happen at all. But somehow I was hurt.

"so what, now I'm a mistake" I said, as tears welded up in my eyes.

"I didn't say that,  ofure be reasona..."

"I'm going to find deji,  do... "

"ofure.. "

"don't follow me, don't get in my way. Just don't!."

"ofure,  deji isn't who u think he is,  listen to me,  I do.... "

"YOU HAVE A FIANCEE IFEANYI, LEAVE ME ALONE! "

I had to find deji, and then I had to get more alcohol in me. What the hell was happening to me. It was me, ofure. Emotions weren't my thing.  I was so good at pushing them down, so good at being tough. But now, I feel everything, pain, anger, sadness, desire, affection. It was too much, my heart felt like it would burst. I had to find deji.

I went back inside the bar and found him talking to some girl. I walked up them.

"hey deji, I'm ready to go" I picked up his glass and downed the content.

"what happened? You walked off with  ifeanyi and I waited, when you didn't come back,  I thought you had left with him".

"so it's on the next one Abi?,  I never even comot sef". I poured some more of the black label he was drinking, (I thought this bitch was rich) I downed that one too, I needed to get as drunk as possible. Just so I could be able to ignore the aching in my heart. I only wonder why I was still there, why I didn't just get an uber and head home.

"no... I...  It's...  Not.." he stammered.

"deji I don't care, you're not my husband, do whatever you want whenever, but tonight you're mine". His eyes widened,  he was so happy. Hoping he would get lucky and for a split second I considered it, considered him.  He picked up his keys, grabbed me by the waist and we headed to his car. The poor girl he was talking to was shocked. Poor girl, if only she knew what I saved her from that night, she would have said thank you.

Deji started the ignition and headed to montage,  he couldn't stop touching my thighs though. I didn't think there was alcohol enough that would make that even the least bit sexy for me. The only touch I wanted was ifeanyi But hey! What's that thing about beggars and choice or is it wishes.

We got to montage and though a lot of cars were at the parking lot,  I could only notice ifeanyi. I rub my lips,  they feel swollen but I don't care. They are bare so I take my lipstick from my purse and put some on. We get then and head inside the club.

It looks like the party started without us,  people are dancing and some were already drunk. The smell of nicotine and shisha filled the air. The DJ was killing it with the music and the place had a vibe that made you just want to join in and dance.  Well,  join in and danced I did. I could feel ifeanyis eyes on me from time to time but I wanted to make the most of this night. So I ignored him and continued to dance the night away.

Soon it was almost 4 am. Most of the people had left, Yetunde, and even the birthday boy.  But not ifeanyi,  he just sat there, drinking glass after glass of Hennessy. I was exhausted and told deji that we needed to go. He agreed and we left.

Once in the car, I gave deji my address and he just laughed.

"uncle what is funny"?

"you na, which one is your house again in the matter, are we not heading back my place"?

"because of gini? Abeg Abeg deji I don't have strength to talk plenty,  the alcohol in my system is too much,  I just want to go home".

" Enhe!  That's why I said let's go na,  so we can work the alcohol out of our systems together".

"shey you have deaf ni?, I said I want to go home.  See me see gbese o!".

"okay no problem, no need to yell, I'd take you home".

I heaved a sigh of relief and relaxed a bit,  I must have dozed off a little because I was jerked awake by the feel of hands  on my body. It was deji of course, trying to cop a feel. He had killed the engine of the car and parked in some dark, quiet, remote place. I was so angry, I slapped his hand away and tried to open the door so I could get out but it was locked.

"deji open this door"

"for what" there was a sinister look in his eyes as he let out an evil chuckle. 
"you thought you could turn me on all night and then turn me down after?. After grinding and wining on me,  after making me leave girl wey for follow me freely for barcalys. You dey mad o! Because me I go chop you today, two things no fit loss man,  me deji no dey ever buy mad market"?.

And thus the struggling began, things got violent, I was a small petite thing. Just 5'2 and though I had a few extra pounds it was nothing compared to deji's tall muscular frame that loomed over me. He ripped my skirt and my thighs were exposed to the harsh cold. He fondled my breasts so hard that they hurt. I was resilient, I had to give myself that. Because I fought as hard as I could to keep him away from achieving his aim, even when his weight was crushing me, even when he had ripped all of my clothes, even when he had scratched my tender skin and I was swollen all over. Just when he ripped my thong and was about to touch me with his disgusting fingers. He was pulled from me and flung so violently out of the car that I thought I heard bones crack. Then the person who flung him, began beating him mercilessly. I could barely make out the figure because tears blurred my vision and the street lights were dim.  Oh God! I thought,  what if it was an agbero (tout) ,  after beating deji he'd still rape me. I didn't even know which would be worse being raped by an agbero or deji. Fear gripped my soul and for the first time in a long while, I prayed. I closed my eyes and as the tears flowed freely from my eyes so did whispers of prayer from my mouth. I felt at peace because I surrendered myself to fate and dozed off........