Forever His

Chapter Twenty Seven

I settled myself beside Andrew, a slice of pizza in my hand and ready to devour it. As I opened my mouth, the pizza was snatched from my hand, stopping me short.

I turned to look at Andrew, a glare on my face ready to yell at him for the stunt he just pulled. A smirk played on his lips and he shrugged before taking a huge bite from my pizza, half of it disappearing inside his mouth then he placed the rest of it in my hand.

My mouth dropped, "what did you do that for?"

He just chuckled and pulled me closer to him, his hand resting on my waist and he planted a kiss on my cheek.

I felt the blood rush to my face and I bit down my smile. I pushed him off of me, keeping a distance between us, the opposite of what I really wanted.

"You guys are so cute together," Maya cooed and Andrew and I turned to look at her.

I glared at her and that only made her to laugh. James wrapped his arms around her and whispered something in her ear and that only made her laugh harder. James had a smirk on his face as he looked at Andrew, unspoken words flying between both of them.

"Get a room," Funke complained. "Four of you," she sat on the floor beside Ayo who was holding Jo close.

"Six of them you mean," Adrian said sitting down beside Funke. The other two were Ayo and Jo.

Zayn laughed, it wasn't a regular one, it was bitter and it was directed at Adrian. The air between both of them has been unsettled this past week. After Funke's episode and when she was out of the hospital both of them have been fighting for dominance over Funke.

The solution is clear though, Funke loves Adrian more than Zayn. What I don't understand is why they haven't been together all this while and why did she lead Zayn on when she knew the love triangle was going to form one way or the other.

"Eight of you you mean," his gaze was now on Funke, a soft look edged on but still mixed with anger.

Funke groaned and ran her hands through her hair and down her face. The bandage on her hand shining reminding us of what happened days ago. "Alright, I'm tired of this," she stood up and walked towards my door. She stopped in her tracks and turned around, getting everyone's attention.

We were at my house, just chilling and eating Pizza. Funke still hasn't explained what happened to her that made her slit her wrist up till now and I must say, I'm worried. Adrian assures me that she's fine so I have to believe him.

"Both of you, you need to stop fighting I'm tired of your endless back and forth's." Her words were directed at Adrian and Zayn. Both guys glared at each other before they turned their faces to Funke.

She cleared her throat before speaking again. "First I want to apologise for what happened on Saturday. I shouldn't have... But I couldn't..." She took in a deep breath, her eyes fluttering shut for a second.

Adrian was quick to stand up and stand beside her. He intertwined their hands and said something to her to which she nodded. They whispered amongst themselves and we all just watched, not wanting to interrupt what they had going on.

Moments after Adrian pulled from her and went back to sitting down on the floor. Funke breathed out before speaking and this time her voice sounded stronger.

"When I was eight my mum married," she cleared her throat, "I was a rape child."

Everyone in the room gasped, suprise evident on our faces.

"My step father was abusive in every form and manner. He used to beat me and insult me a lot of times, my mum wasn't aware because she was never at home always on one business trip or the other. I was scared to speak up because he threatened that if I did he would kill me so I kept it all in. When I was twelve and puberty hit, he started sexually abusing me. Yes he raped me. I was frail and week, scared of speaking up, everytime I tried to tell Adrian I couldn't, I just couldn't, it was hard to admit. It went on for years and before we were to write our final exams in SS3, he hit the last nerve and I spoke up. I drove to his house that night with a broken hand and a swollen head. His mum patched me up for the night and I told them, I told them everything, I was no longer scared. It was shortly after my eighteenth birthday so I felt stronger." She closed her eyes, taking in short breaths.