𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚃𝚘 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚂𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚛'𝚜 𝚂𝚘𝚗 ||ℭ𝔬𝔪𝔭𝔩𝔢𝔱𝔢✓||

Chapter 62

A month later.
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Chioma's POV.

It's been a month since my abduction, everything seemed okay... Everything, besides the fact that Agozie was still in a coma.

Unlike a few months back, my life seemed to be better than what it used to be before, I was finally back home with my family, I'd gotten all my privileges back and most importantly, my parents were proud of the positive change I'd made, and the new and improved human being I turned out to be. On my own accord, I'd asked to learn how to cook. And although my mother was in shock at that confession, she gladly offered to help me out. And as far as mine and my mother's relationship was concerned? Let's just say; we're basically trying to patch things up. I was happy that she didn't have that resentment towards me anymore, and I was glad she felt remorseful over all she'd done and said that day. And honestly? I genuinely didn't want to think about that day either. I figured it'd be best to forget everything, turn a new leaf and start afresh. Rewrite my own story for a change, and act like all that had happened; never did in the first place.

At first, I'd been a total disastrous cook, I'd burn, undercook or basically overcook some meals and I'd sometimes turn the kitchen into a huge mess. But at the end, I got better. Not perfect... yet, but at least, now... I could actually make a decent meal, something edible. Something people would want to eat and not throw up or fall sick for weeks... Or probably die from eating the abominable meal. Yeah, I was just that bad at the beginning.

And during this past month, I'd basically spent my time with Amanda and two really interesting people, and those were: Femi and Damola. I'd gotten so fond of the two and we all got along really well.

Occasionally, I'd go ahead and pay visits to Agozie, I couldn't help but feel guilty for his condition, and hate myself for what has happened to him. But each time I blame myself, I'm being told it wasn't my fault. I figured they were only trying to be nice to me, and not make me feel like a wicked person - which I kinda felt I was. I knew, deep down in my heart, that I was to blame for it.

Knowing how close Amanda was to her cousin, I couldn't help but feel bad that she had to watch him slip away like that. Not once did he open his eyes, he didn't and couldn't even move.

My fault.

It was my fault he was in that position, and each time I'd pay him a visit, I'd cry at the sight of what used to be a very happy, vibrant and loving young man. Weak. Helpless. And slowly dying. I couldn't help but wish he had never been there in the first place... All I ever wanted, right now, was for him to be alright. Open his eyes, and just say something. Anything. And honestly, I missed him. His goofiness and his enthusiasm and vibes were always contagious, and I loved and admired that about him.

And then there's Ebuka, my ex - who I'd thought I'd hate for the rest of my life. Well, I guess the hatred I felt earlier, had disappeared, the minute he saved me. Now, we were actually friends. And he'd even invited us - and by us, I mean Femi, Damola, Amanda, Ade and I - to his wedding, which was today. I found it weird at first, I mean, attending my ex's wedding? How freaky is that?

But as time went on, I felt it wasn't so bad. He was happy with the girl he was with, she was pregnant with his baby, and they both loved each other dearly. So I figured that I'd just be happy for them, and maybe if I'm lucky, God will finally looked down on me with pity, and finally assign me my own love story. Someone who'd understand me, love me at my best, and adore me, even at my worst.