Ryla Letoy

Dance night

"Hurry up we have to go!"

I drag my feet to the lounge.
"Where are we going now. I thought we were doing night prayers only Wednesdays."

"We're going to see Sammy. It's the matric dance day."

"Okay. So I'll be going too right?"

"With that stomach?"

"It's not even that big. No it's abnormal."

"You know you can't go and that's final."

"I hate you!" I then walk back to the room.

"Don't let your hormones take charge in you!" She shout behind me. "Get ready I'm not leaving without you."

"That means we're not going."

"You know what suit yourself. I will not miss an important day because of selfish people like you. I didn't make you pregnant. It's your fault you're pregnant. Next time use protection. Condoms are free!" Then she walked away. Taking her stuff and left.

She is so heartless. She is so cruel. She is so selfish. She is so bolshie. I hate her!!. I hate her. I hate them. I need to go and tell Ryla he is the father. He might be the father. No! Why do I care. Why do I bother.

I take my phone and called Liam. It rings and goes to voicemail. I wait few minutes before ringing it.

"Hello" His voice sweet as ever full of confusion.

"Hey. It's me."

"Oh hey. How're you?" He sounded relived.

"I'm good. You?"

"I'm also good." We become silent. "I heard it's the dance tonight."

"Yep. And I'm not going."

"Why? I thought you were so excited about this night."

"I...I... I'm sick so I decided to take a back seat and accept that I am not going. That I have messed up big time." Few tears roll down.

"Are you really sick. I can come and we chat so that you won't feel lonely. I also miss you."

"I wish but we can't. I have to go and sign up for university and I'm really busy. Me not going somehow helped me to finish up my applications."

"Okay. Then some other time."

"Yeah some other time. I'm glad I could still talk to you. Goodnight."

"I love you. I'll always love you." He drop the call.

I pray this is his child. I pray!

I call Ryla. It rings twice the picked up and loud music sounds.
"Ryla?"

"Speaking."

"It's me."

"I don't remember meeting someone called it's me."

"Micah. How're you?"

"Micah listen I'm still busy right now so I'll call you later."
He hung up.