In love with a loveless guy

chapter 4

Ray's pov

I had fun with Michelle on friday.
meehhnn!! That girl is very fun to be with.
I almost forgot my plague and sadness for awhile.

how funny......
The sight of my apartment alone brought me standing face to face with reality.

It's early Monday morning and here I am preparing my luggage instead of being in school.

My phone beeped and I ran towards it thinking it was a message from Michelle.

Owh. We never even exchanged contacts.
It must be my dad then.

Mr Leo: you need to arrive at Texas early enough SON

Why did he have to emphasize on the SON...
When he knows fully well that he is less than a flatmate to me?
I sighed heavily before replying his text.

Raymond: I know.
am on my way to the airport.

As soon as I arrived the airport my phone started ringing.
'I don't recognize this number' I said, soliloquizing.

'Hi' I said.
'Raymond? is it you' a female voice asked from the other end.

"Yea, may I knw who am...."
I recognized the voice immediately.
Michelle?

"You are not in school today? are you owkey?"
She asked with concern in her voice.

"Yea...."
a great lie will do  I thought.
"are you there" she asked the second time.

I hung up immediately. Not knowing what to say.

dumb you... why are you concerned about her feelings
No one really cares you knw.. "that's true" I consoled myself.

I have barely ended the call when my dad's call came in.
"You need to be early and and prepared, the doctors are ready for the operation" he said, authority in his voice.

"Mr Loe, what doctors? and what operation are you talking about?" I asked him. expecting the worst.
 
"The orders placed for our stuff this week is real good" he said cheerfully. "And the doctor advised you go for an operation, so more of it would be smuggled easily" he concluded boldly.

I pushed back with futile effort, the tears that gathered in my eyes.
"Owk Leo" i said with hatred.

"You should learn to call me dad" he said strictly.
"You ll need to hire me a strict tutor then" I said flatly.

I could feel the rising smile of mock, he was wearing right now.
I ended the call, and removed my laptop from my backpack to make some researches before entering the plane.

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Few minutes after the operation my father came over to meet me. He stood next to me and said, "you should be back in Lagos by tomorrow"
"do you even have any atom of human sympathy?" I said in a low tone.
Why? he asked

"I have just been loaded with bags of cocaine, and you knw the stress I'll go through at the airport, and am gonna get rid of the fucking shit as soon as I get back....

"Shut the trash" he yelled, interrupting me.
We locked glance, my red hate-filled eyes piercing into his unconcerned deadly own
"You are leaving tonight" he said matter of factly.