How God Called It [Being Edited And ON HOLD]

The Final Straw

[Third Person's POV]

It was mid January and Teenah was not making even the slightest progress to being mended or fixed. Inner went back to crying herself to sleep, Thanksgiven went back to being Thanksgiven. They were probably both fed up in their relationship but were afraid to end it. Yeah, it was sad really.

Inner gained publicity amongst her peers, besides being the Deputy Head Girl, school Dux and notorious debater. This time, she was 'the girl every other girl pitied'. The ones who cared about her were there. People like Sassy, Dinny and her namesake. She was slowly but surely crumbling down. Her grades dropped. It was the year she lost her title, but to a distant friend. From being number one, not to even being in the top three, but landing at number six.

Of course the teachers were on her case, friends supported her, other guys encouraged her, haters rejoiced over her downfall. As for boyfie.. Well, he was out of sight. Fortunately for her, she had overly understanding parents. At times, she wished to be punished but no she got exactly the opposite. This is the conversation that took place between Inner and her parents.

Dad: Baby, what can we do to help? Her dad asked.
Inner: Nothing dad. You guys already do more than enough. I just need to focus. She replied then sighed.
Mom: That means no more leader's meetings because you arrive late from them. No more choir as you're hardly home. Her mom gave her a glare only an African mom can put together.
Inner: Maa! No. I won't quit, I mean you can't exactly expect me to quit. She asked her mom in disbelief.
Dad: Inner we care about you my child, should we hire a teacher for you or..? Talk to us love. Her dad butted in.
Inner: No dad. I just need to practice more and read more, that's all. She said feeling the pressure.
Dad: OK my dear, I trust you.
Mom: BUT still, you do a lot of things at church and I don't like it. At this point she was like, whatever mom.
Inner: Urgh, whatever🙄 she said inwardly

With that she left to her room and cried herself to sleep, but not before listening to her 'hurting' playlist and putting the songs on repeat.

Hurting playlist:
1. Sam Smith: I'm not the only one.
2. Sam Smith: Life support.
3. Moneoa: Isbhanxa (A fool).
4. Adele: Turning tables.
5. Adele: Don't you remember.
6. Anthony Hamilton: Her heart.
7. Anthony Hamilton: Pray for me.
8. Moneoa: Love more than you.
9. Moneoa: Nothing you can say.
10. Baby face ft Tony braxton: Never meant to hurt you.
11. Beyoncé: Broken hearted girl.
11. Beyoncé: If I were a boy.
12. Alicia Keys: I'm ready.
13. Alicia Keys: Un-thinkable.
14. Shontelle: Impossible.
15. Beyoncé: Smash into you.
16. Ciara: I bet

The following morning, she woke up, did her everyday routine and went to school. Her boyfriend was on the rampage now. He had an affair with a grade 10 girl, his side chick and was Unstoppable. He was drinking almost daily, he went after his exes (One of which was Inner's debate friend). He bunked classes to drink, arrived for tests intoxicated.. He was basically setting himself up for failure. But of course, these were rumors because she had overheard them here and there, she chose not to believe any of it.

[Inner's POV]

'All the rumors I've heard and dismissed are sadly true. Not because I decided to believe them, but because I was forced to believe them. By my own. Not friend, not best friend, not colleague.. But by my boyfriend. Sad, but true. I'm stronger than this.' I said to myself.

'Not only do those girls from his socials throw daggers at me, make nasty comments when they see me or even make brief appearances just to annoy me, but he hangs out with them more. Not only have I heard, but I've seen him with that grade 10 girl and by the looks of things, she already hates me. I'm not here to be liked, I'm here for my future.' I said to myself with emphasis on the words my future.