A collection of short stories on aim to engage 2020

3. My Rehab.

“ Kwame Malik , ”

This was it . After one and half years of the same irritating  confined environment , I was finally free ! 

I approached the lanky man at the desk.

“ You're up ! Try not getting into more trouble, Malik , ” he smiled and I glared at him.

You would think after all I had been through , I would be a little courteous, but that would've bruised my precious enormous ego. Tapping my back pack ,  I headed out .

I made a promise to self as I waited at the gate , never to land into a rehabilitation center again.

How did I land here ?

Very easy.
 

I always thought whenever I saw dramatic Instagram captions such as : love is dangerous, it only applied to the supposedly heartbroken girls ,  but strangely I became victim of the same stupid emotion.

Diana Talia , a Congolese goddess with heavy dark locks  and mouth watering curves ;  I did all she proposed desperate to please her and within three months of joining college , I was a hard drugs addict wreck. Immediately my parents discovered my pathetic state, I was enrolled into a christian rehabilitation center .

You would expect that she'd be here with me or even suffered a similar fate , right ? But you would never believe it. The malicious woman lured me into addiction when she avoided even a single puff like a plague . How and why she did it ? I don't know .I could only question my stupid brain why I didn't notice her contadictory behavior earlier.

Ridding my self of regrets though I still took drugs in small portions , I stared at the form in my hand , I was supposed to report to a new college that evening . I heard a purr of engine and I looked up , spotting my parents’ Ferrari approaching .

" Mama , Papa , "

" I hope you've finally come to your senses and I didn't fly all the way from home for a vain course , " he spat.

" Take it easy on him , " Mama said.

" I've changed papa , "

" I hope , " he said .

**

That evening I reported into college . Pulling my suitcase into my room , of an executive apartment but not particularly fond of the fact that I'm sharing .I begun to unpack looking around just as I heard a knock and the door burst open revealing a busty red head.

“ Hi Malik ! I'm Claire , your roommate ! ”

I glared, “ How did you know my name ? ”

“ Easy ! Word gets around fast especially about handsome dark guys ! ”

Okay ! This woman was too creepy for my liking , “ Listen , before you get in.  I'm to establish a few house rules. ”

“ Shoot ! ”

“ No male visitors , drugs allowed , no panties or - ”

“ The hell ! ”

“ I pay three-quarters this apartment, I dictate terms - ”

“ No ! ”

Then an argument broke out which almost had us breaking each other's necks. Frankly , I hate her guts but again she  left to get dinner and I already miss the way her cute nose turned pink when she furiously made me agree not to bring drugs.

Probably, it would work.
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True word count : 498 words.

A short story from the Aiming to Engage 2020 , Day 6 : it's time for you to start a fresh . No more regrets . It's time to care for yourself . But what if your new life has someone for you who can be the worst and the best choice for you.