JUST FOR YOU

《19》Confrontations & Sad memories.

I hated confrontations more than anything else, but I knew I couldn't overlook this. I had to get answers immediately. The air in the room suddenly became hotter even though the air conditioner was on. Blood was gushing through my veins rapidly, my face inflamed with anger. My eyes were blazing with fury and resentment. You could cut the tension in the room with a knife.

I balled my fists, released my fists, balled it again, and released it. I continued doing this for a while because my rage was mixed with confusion. I wasn't sure of what to do or even say. I just kept on staring at the pictures with nothing but disgust and hatred for the guy my world once revolved around.

"What is this?" I roared once I had finally got a hold of my tongue. "And who is this?" I glared and flung the phone at him. I didn't even care if the phone hit the floor and broke. I was enraged.

His forehead creased. "What are you talking about?" He asked as he picked the phone up from where it landed. He looked at it for a while, as if he were asking himself how I saw it and why he forgot to get rid of it. He looked up slowly to see me huffing and puffing. "Oh! Are you okay?" He voiced shakily as he saw the state I was in.

How would I be okay??

"Of course, I am not okay." I screamed. "Who is that, and I want to hear nothing but the truth?" I demanded in outrage.

"That's my friend, Stella. She is just a friend, Janette." He said coolly.

What? Did I hear correctly?

I raised my brows and gritted my teeth. "Just a friend? Vincent? Just a friend? Seriously? And you took these kinds of pictures with her? Does she look like 'just a friend' in these photos? Are you mad?" The fact that he had the guts to call her his face infuriated me.

"Look, we were both drunk and alone that day. What was I supposed to do? We went with the flow. Nothing more." He spat out spitefully. "She even has a boyfriend." He added that, like it made things better.

"Oh. She has a boyfriend, and she took these kinds of pictures with you, a random guy? That is so unbelievable. You must think I'm still wearing nappies if you expect me to believe the garbage that's spewing from your mouth." I gave a bitter laugh and kept quiet. I was too angry, but I was still trying to watch what I said because I knew the moment all hell went loose, there would be no stopping my eruption.

"You weren't there. Did you expect me to fold my arms and sit like a sad child?"

My expression hardened. "Don't you dare bring this back to me. Don't you dare. Did you expect me to travel with you to Abuja?" I hissed and then remembered something. "Why did you block me from viewing your status update?" I queried.

"I knew if you saw those pictures, it would break your heart, and I didn't want to hurt your feelings." He defended himself.

"Well, your stupid plan didn't work because you more than just hurt my feelings. I don't understand why I'm getting upset. I'm not even your girlfriend. I don't even know what I am to you. Am I a fuck buddy or your ho or someone you just can't get rid of?" I exclaimed angrily. I was searching for the words that would pierce his heart the way mine was pierced. I wanted him to feel my pain.

"Janette!" He yelled. "Don't say that."

"Okay, what else am I supposed to say? I just have a simple question for you. Did you sleep with her?" He was silent. "Answer me, Vincent, did you or did you not sleep with her?" I was inwardly afraid of the answer he was going to give, but I wanted to know. Cheating was the deal breaker for me.

He glowered. "Yes, I did. I slept with her!" He spelled it out for me. "Are you happy now?" He barked. "Now don't try to act like a saint because you're a bloody pretender." He snapped.