The Virgin Street Girl ??
Episode 8
Written by: Frank The Writer
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Cyndy came out of the bathroom on a white towel. Her hair was wet. She turned to me and said, “You are the best to ever keep up with me. I won’t let you go.”
I couldn’t speak or move. Every part of my body felt sore and numb. She leaned down and kissed my forehead and then gave me another kiss on my mouth. She bits on them, forcing my mouth to open and she captured my tongue and sucked it. I placed my hands on her chest and Mõ@ɲed into her mouth. I was so tired. She pulled me into her arms like I was weightless and that was how I fell asleep on the bed with her.
By the time I woke up, it was already noon. I needed to go back home. I turned to check on Cyndy and she was still fast asleep. I heaved a sigh of relief on realizing she was still asleep. I didn’t want the monster to wake up. Who knows what she would do next?
Quietly, I took my dress and wore it—and packaged the skimpy cloth and my jacket inside nylon. I had to tiptoe off the room without making any sound. I checked out from the hotel and dashed out to the busy street. I was feeling very hungry and tired. The vigorous exercise Cyndy made me go through really sapped all my strength. I didn’t get to eat anything the previous night. I was hoping to have a good time with Lisa and enjoy myself but everything turned out in a way I never thought.
I was on a public bus when I opened Lisa’s WhatsApp messages. The first text goes like this, “Where the hell are you?” followed by other ones that came with angry emojis. I was dumbfounded and didn’t know what to tell Lisa. I really f-__-ked up and should have listened to Lisa. I couldn’t say anything to her. What do I even tell her? I left the messages unanswered. Even though that would annoy her the more, I sure didn’t know the possible lies to tell. Maybe I shouldn’t have opened the messages.
Throughout the time I was on the bus, my mind wandered away. I was thinking about my life; how it suddenly revolved so weirdly that I couldn’t control some of the actions I took. I never went to such an outing but Lisa’s tempting offer got me and I still didn’t get to have it at the end of the day. It felt like a huge loss.
When I alighted from the bus, I checked my wristwatch, it was 2:15 pm. I had to stop by Mama Amaka’s ‘Buka’. I checked my bag and I found out I had just a hundred and fifty naira left in there. I was feeling famished and needed to eat something. If only I had paid the Uber guy 5k, I’d still have enough money to buy food.
Mama Amaka knew me very well, so I told her I would pay later. She obliged. She knew my mom too. She used to come to our church not until she (Mama Amaka) lost her husband and then she felt less loved by the church members. That was how she stopped coming. Well, that’s by the way.
I ordered rice, beans, dodo (fried plantain), and two slices of meat. You need to see how I was devouring the food like one who hasn’t eaten for days. I bought an extra plate before I got filled. I took one chilled Pepsi to wash down my belly. It was after then I regained strength. What a wasted night and missed opportunity, I pondered, as I sat on the wooden bench. I regretted while I accepted that drink from that man. I wished I minded my business. I also wished Lisa came earlier before me. But everything happened so fast.
I dusted myself from those thoughts and walked home. I already promised Mama Amaka I would pay her later in the evening.
I got home and met my brother, Chucks. He said mom wasn’t around. Chucks was busy with his phone in the sitting room when I walked inside the bedroom. I threw my bag tiredly at a corner. I dumped my jacket and the skimpy cloth by the bedside. When I fell flat on the bed, it didn’t take long before I dozed off.
***
Chucks came to the bedroom crying and shedding tears.
“What happened? What’s it?”
He didn’t say anything. He was sobbing and wiping his tears and phlegm that flowed from his nostril.
“Can you talk to me? Why are you crying?”
He managed to wipe his tears and cleared his throat.
“I’m all ears,” I added. My heart was pounding.
“It’s about mom,” he busted into tears.
“Chucks, can you stop? What happened to mom?” I held him on his wrist. I was shivering “Where is mom?”
“She’s dead,” he said and cried.
“Dead? How? What do you mean?”
I was going to scream, boom, my eyes opened and I found out I had been dreaming. I heaved a sigh of relief while my heart pounded. Then I realized I had been lying on my back, facing the ceiling. Anytime I lay that way and sleep off, I’d always have a bad dream. I quickly flipped and lied on my belly and stretched my hands wide on the bed. It wasn’t long before I slept off again.
***
I woke up later in the evening around 6:30 pm. Then, my mom was finally back. I was glad nothing bad happened to her.
“Jane, how did it go?”
“It was fine. Lagos and traffic,” I lied.
“How about Kelvin?”
“He is fine.”
My mom and I were talking when my phone rang. I looked at my phone screen, it was Lisa calling. I quickly pressed the volume button and it stopped ringing at once. Mom would have thought it was a beep call. I didn’t want to answer Lisa’s call before my mom. I knew Lisa would be mad at me.
I scrolled through my phone. I clicked on WhatsApp and opened Lisa’s messages. She was online, so I sent her a message that read thus: “Lisa, I’m truly sorry for what happened.”
About two minutes later, Lisa replied: Where the hell were you all through the night? You couldn’t pick up my calls too.”
“Something bad happened. It was beyond my control.”
“Beyond your control? Didn’t I ask you to wait for me to get water?”
“Yes, you did.”
“You are just too stubborn.”
“I think I was drunk. I’m sorry.”
“Sorry about what? You should be sorry for yourself. Simple instruction and you disobeyed.”
Lisa went on to ease her anger by sending loads of texts. I could feel she was very irritated by me. She insisted to know what transpired that night but I couldn’t tell in detail. I kept covering up. When she couldn’t take it anymore, her profile picture went blank. Yes, your guess is as good as mine, Lisa blocked me on WhatsApp.
d@mn! It felt like heartbreak. I felt my heart beating faster than usual. It seemed my intensities were disconnected from my system. Maybe I should have told her exactly what happened, I pondered. Mom didn’t understand how I felt at that moment. I concealed my mood as we talked. She eventually left for the sitting room.
I slumped tiredly on the bed. Why not call her direct on the phone? Came a voice that rushed through my head. I quickly dialed her number but it didn’t connect. I guess she equally blocked my line, too.
I reached for my small black bag. I opened it to take out my small phone, then I saw a piece of paper inside the bag. It was neatly folded. I carefully and fearfully opened it. Lo and behold it was Cyndy’s phone number. The first thing I noticed was her beautiful handwriting. The content of the paper read: “This is my Number. (Her name was written in bracket). Call me anytime. I promise to change your life for good.”
I held the paper and my phone. I kept staring at it as several thoughts rushed through my head. This same girl that literally R@P£D me? How could she think I would want to have anything to do with her?
Maybe she could actually change your life, came another voice that countered the previous voice.
Haven’t you learned enough lessons? The first voice came through again.
Why not try her, since you have lost Lisa? She could be the better replacement. Don’t sleep on this golden opportunity.
I was deliberating as two different voices countered each other in my head. Subconsciously, I began to type the number on my phone and before I knew it, I already dialed her number. My heart was beating as the tuu…tuu sound came through my phone, indicating it was ringing.
“Yo! Who’s on the line?” came her British accent.
“Um, I’m Jane.”
“Jane? Jane from where?”
“The girl you met last night.”
“At the club?”
“Yes.”
“Oh! My darling. You saw the number I dropped on your bag? How are you doing?” she asked in one breath.
“I’m good? Yes, I saw it.” I answered lamely.
“I’m glad you called. I will save your number.”
“Okay.”
“Actually, I’m busy right now. I’ll call you back later.”
She hung up.
Cyndy sounded so excited over the phone and I could feel she really liked me. I wasn’t excited like she was. I only obeyed my instincts by dialing her number. I quickly called Kelvin to find out if he was done with the maintenance at the shop. He answered and said he would inform me the next day which was Sunday.
That Saturday night, Cyndy chatted with me on WhatsApp and we got talking. She apologized for being so rough on me. She said my whole body was so tempting that she wanted to eat me up. She complimented my Břě@šť and other parts of my body which got her craving for more. She promised to make it up to me if we get to make out again. I told her No, that I don’t want to be R@P£D again. She apologized again and asked me to send my account details.
Even though I wasn’t happy with her, at the mention of ‘send account details’, my mood suddenly brightened. I didn’t hesitate to send it to her. After some minutes, she texted, “Check your account balance.”
I was about to type, “Okay” when the alert came in. It was a whopping fifty thousand naira. Instead, I erased it and typed, “Seen. Thank you so much.”
“That was for the night. More will be yours if you promise to be mine and mine alone.”
To be continued…
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