The First Time (A Nigerian Love Story)

18. Hard times

Debbie's POV

No matter how much i forced myself to sleep properly for these past few nights, it went futile. I did completely unnecessary things during the day -like learning how to bake new stuffs on YouTube and the previous day I went all out to make doughnuts and meat pie for everyone in the house- just to keep my self busy and exhausted that i would have no choice but to fall asleep in the night. Sadly, nothing worked no matter what. The thought of him cutting off whatever we just started building kept haunting me and the ache in chest just wasn't going away.

Groaning loudly, i stood up from my crumpled bed that i haven't made in five days and slipped my feet into the tiny, comfy flip flops right beside my bed.

I took a quick glance around my room and sighed. The laundry i was supposed to do days ago were still laying out there unwashed and smelly.

Heartbreak was being mean to me now. And I was it's bitch.

Dragging my feet to the bathroom, i stripped off my clothes slowly, feeling my eyes burning for 'no reason' and then I climbed into the bath tub and filled it with scented soap.

Sighing, I closed my eyes letting a tear roll down my cheek. I just missed him so much.

I missed how happy and lucky I felt when he was talking to me. I missed his deep manly voice. Missed how he looked at me like I was the only creature left in the world.

I groaned when half of the length of my braids was inside the water as i forgot to put it in a bonnet before climbing in the bathtub. I had been so distracted these past days and I just kept praying to get over him finally. so I can be free and back to my old self before my mum starts suspecting that something is wrong. And I know if she ends up asking me, I'd burst into tears.

Feeling sick to my stomach, another tear rolled down my cheek.

He wanted me gone because apparently, he felt i was not in his league. I mean what did i expect? it was not his fault. With how carried away i was with everything and the strange feelings growing in me, i ignored the fact that it was all too good to be true and life certainly didn't work that way.

My feelings for him escalated too quickly and It just hurts so much that somedays i would almost dial his number, ignoring the warning bells in my head telling me he specifically told me not to call him anymore.

Most nights, i would just stay up, thinking about the main reasons behind the text message or maybe he sent it in a drunken state. But if it was that, he would have tried to reach out since all these days. Why would he just say he's not good for me. In what way does him not talking to me partake to him doing the right thing for me? That question was always ringing in my head and I had no clue on how to figure it out.

He just didn't know how bad and insecure I felt reading that text and how much i miss him.

That was how it was for me every night and then i would sleep off with a slight ache in my chest knowing that i was going to wake up the next day knowing that we were done. Forever. No chance at all.

Men like him don't usually go for young, lower classed, in- experienced girls like me. It was not a new thing and even though it seemed as if it was the most difficult thing in the world for me to do, i was going to get over him and next time, i would know my place to avoid getting hurt again.

SHARON'S POV

I scrolled through the few messages I left for my brother that he kept on ignoring for the past three hours.

It all read delivered, meaning he got the notification and only decided not to reply my text.

What was I supposed to do now because I was fucking worried. What if something happened to him?