Esther POV;
I blush uncontrolably when Kunle releases my lips and takes hold of my hand.
"Shall we? "He questions and I nod with a blush. Kunle and I chat as we walk to where Kunle has planed for us. We walk for about a minute and the atmosphere is filled with noise, after walking a little longer, the noise slowly morphs into loud music blaring from the huge speakers from what seems to be the hotels club.
I tensen in fear as this the first time I am actually going to a club. However, to please a guy like Kunle, you need to be a little bad girl.
For instance, Kunle thinks I drink, but I never have. He thinks I smoke, but I don't even know how to use a lighter, he thinks I have gone clubbing severally before, but this is my first time.
A few of the things Kunle is correct about is that; he is my first boyfriend, gave me my first kiss and that I am a virgin. The last part is something he so desperately wants to change but I will not have that. I know I am a horrible liar, but I love him too much to loose him just cause I can't let loose a little.
At the entrance of the club, I gently grip his hand and look up at him. He returns my gesture with loving eyes, and I pray from the depths of my heart that he doesn't notice how much I am shaking in fear.
The club is lit with blue and red lights, and is fully packed with love birds scattered in every corner in erotic moods. Yours Faithfully; alcohol.
Kunle walks towards an empty seat and I follow and take a sit beside him. A waiter approaches us and asks for our order. Kunle orders two bottles of black label and I so desperately want to protest but stop myself cause I just might end up blowing my cover.
Kunle soon gets bored of sitting and asks me to follow him to the dance floor, and I agree. We start dancing and I am beyond uncomfortable. For one, we are basically the only couple on the dance floor who aren't twerking and grinding, and just asif the devil has it in for me, Kunles phone begins to ring so he excuses himself. Leaving me alone on the dance floor with over twenty intoxicated people.
I have been standing idly, waiting Kunle for the past one minute, and when he does not show up, I decide to return to my seat and wait for him there.
As I make to leave, I feel a strong pair of hands hold thigthly onto my bare waist, and my heart stops beating immediately and begins a furious, unsettled pattern of beats.
Cold fingers begin to trail around my bare skin and draw imaginary circles all over my body.
I turn around and find a drunk young man who looks about Kunles age behind me. He is not at all bad looking, but I don't fancy the idea of being this close with any other guy asides Kunle.
I try desperately to leave the dance floor as I am not enjoying being victimized by a total stranger and Kunle is still nowhere to be see! The drunk seems to be having a little too much fun as his fingers occasionally slip under the band of my crop top and then out again.
The contradicting determination between me and this drunk, leads to a mild struggle. I don't know how to handle the situation, one wrong move can bring embarrassment to me and another could cost me alot. As Kunle may find out I am a newbie at a club and most of our relationship is based on lies.
Tears begin to form in my eyes as realization hits me. Even if I chose to scream or scold him, no one on the dance floor is sober enough to give a solid judgment or to even care, and battling a full grown man for freedom from his grip is definitely not a battle i can win alone.
I sight Kunle return into the building and he begins to scan the place with his eyes in search of me. He soon finds me in the grip of another man. I am fighting back tears and instantly Kunle gets the message.
With wide steps, he makes his way to the dance floor and without much stress, rips me out of the grip of the drunk, young man. The drunk attempts to take hold of me again, resulting a tight slap from Kunle.
Although the sound of the slap was so loud, no one on the dance floor heard it as the sound was instantly drowned out by the loud music playing.
As you would expect from any man, this drunk isn't ready to be harrased by a fellow man. Causing him to charge towards Kunle. At first, it's just a round of slaps but when Kunle has had enough, he becomes the alpha and beats the drunk till the good for nothing fool passes out.
The people around are cheering the fight but I am worried sick about kunle. What if he kills him! As soon as the fight is over, the drunk is left where he passed out, and everything goes back to the way it was a few moments ago.
Once we return to our table, I remain silent as I begin to reminisce over what just happened. I struggle to hold back my tears but the river soon begins to pour like a waterfall with steady force.
Kunle pulls me into a hug and tries his best to console me and I eventually do calm down. Our drinks arrive a few seconds later, and I enter into my own head;
*should I just tell him I do not drink alcohol or should I just leave the drink? No! I will drink it. It's high time I try new things. Drinking can't become an addiction in just one night, and besides Derrick won't know I had a drink would he? But, what if I get in trouble? What happened back there was a result of my stupid lies. What if this somehow let's the truth come out? *
I am drawn out of my little reverie when Kunle snaps his fingers before my face and I laughs at his gesture to show acknowledgement.
I concluded I'd have the drink and I take a sip of the drink and continue to chitchat with Kunle. I don't realize when I down the whole cup.
My entire system suddenly becomes inbalanced. At first it is disturbing but slowly begins to be soothing and relaxing. All the tensed muscles in my body begin to let loose and when this feeling completely engulfs my body, the lights around me fade out.
Narrators POV; Later the same night, Derrick just arrived at Lisas house. As he drives in, he slows down to hand the gate man who would not stop hailing him, a thousand naira note and the gateman begins to shower him with prayers to show appreciation. Derrick drives into the compound and parks his car in his usual spot. He is excited about the possible odds the night will bring. He sits in his parked car absently tapping his fingers to the beat of the song playing from his radio. He begins to imagine what would happen once he steps into the house standing before him. A feel of electric current washes through his system and he comes out of his trans, giving a mischievous smile. After turning off his cars engine, he proceeds to the entrance of the house like a star walking towards a stage for an award. The house is very stylish. Infact, too grand t
Esthers POV; I wake up in the hotel room where I came to meet Kunle yesternight. I have a horrible headache and my entire body hurts. I have been properly tucked into bed. Kunle is such a darling to have... To have... To have what? How did I get here? When did I get here? What happened yesterday? And where is Kunle? Many questions begin to form in my mind and a sharp pain shoots through my head from behind. That's my body's signal to me to take a things easy if I don't want this headache to transform into a Migraine. I sit up slowly, in an attempt not to irritate my already hurting head. I call out Kunles name as I have not seen him since I woke up. When I called for what I consider to be enough, I pick up the telephone beside the bed and place a call to the reception. The voice assures me that Kunle has not been seen downstairs. What's going on? A breeze of realization hits me and
Lisa walks into her bed room a finds Derrick shirtless and carelessly sprawled over her bed. She is in a night dress. Very long. Ankle length and big enough to hide her perfect curves. She stares at Derrick for a while before proceeding to the window on the other side of the room. She pulls both curtains apart. Allowing the beautiful morning Sundays spill into the room in an attempt to wake Derrick, but she action makes no difference as instead of waking him, the sun plants a tender kiss on his bare back and he acknowledges this by shifting into a more comfortable position. Lisa walks back to the other side of the bed with her hands on her hips. Wondering what she could do to wake him up. She drifts off when memories of the last night begin to flood her mind, and a smile of satisfaction creeps unto her face. Derricks POV; I wake up to find my beautiful Lisa standing before me. Her hands Akimbo(on her waist){Nigerian Song}She seems to b
Narrators POV; Derrick walks back into the house and occupies the seat on the North side of the dining table. Well Aware that is the seat Lisa's father would occupy if he was home. If by any chance Mr. Davenport. Lisa'ss Father, was to come home and find Derrick on his seat, murder won't be too far fetched from Mr. Davenports list of reactions. But who is to blame Derrick? As the alpha man in the house and the current boyfriend of the one in charge, it's only befeating to act like it. Lisa soon exits the kitchen with a tray in her hands. A tray on which rests two flasks. She sets them on the table and is about to leave, when she catches Derrick in the nick of time trying to open one. She quickly truns around and swats his hand causing him to withdraw it in pain. "No touching till I say so. "She orders pointing her finger at him. If you could picture a mother warning a child, that is exactly what this two l
Derricks POV; That little twerp! How dare she? With he tiny body, she should be grateful I wasn't in the mood to snap her in two!I know it's my fault alright? But she seriously needs to learn how to keep it together! She can't go around snapping at me. I mean who would ever want to marry such a contraption of moods? Fuck! I need to calm down. To think this shit through with a clam head. No Lisa, less profit. I'm a working class man, but dating someone like Lisa is the life! VIP passes at clubs, meals at five star resurants, and so much more. Her money and the life she offers are the only reason I'm still with her, and I'm done with my plan so I can't afford to loose her. I need to think of a way to fix this. Asides loosing the money, I don't want to loose her perfect body. Not till I have had enough of it. To clear my head, I turn on my cars radio and Hate The Other Side be Juice WRLD & Marshmello floods my car.&nbs
Esthers POV; I wake up to my fathers tender but strong fingers on my shoulder shaking me out of my sleep. I got home by 7:30am and my father didn't seem worried about it. However, I still had to lie to him. I told my father that I was stuck in traffic after an hours prayer session and that was enough to get him out of my hair... I hope. "What happened? otin sún lataro. " He asks as he sits beside me on my bed. (You have been sleeping since morning) {Yoruba} "Kosi, tori Virgil ti mo se ni " I reply sitting up. (It's nothing, it is because of the Virgil I observed) {Yoruba} Honestly, my entire body is aching and I feel the need to sleep. The menstrual circle I thought began today, had stoped by the time I got home. Which is... Strange. I would have to look into that a bit later. "Where is your brother? " My father questions me, and hike looking at my wall clock, and
Third Persons Narrative; Later that same day in the evening, the Adebayo family are at their dinning room, eating a delicious meal of white rice and Yoruba stew. A meal prepared by Esther. Everyone is paying all their attention on their food as Esther and Derrick are not close enough with their father to chitchat at the dining table. After all, what is there to talk about? It's not Like the good old days when Mrs. Adebayo was still alive and little Esther and teenage Derrick would sit at the dining with their parents. The room shaking with laughter of the children as they filled their parents in on the latest drama in school, the newest teachers, the ones who flogged and punished them unjustly, the ones who gave too much assignments and so much more. But after Mr. Adebayos better half had crossed over to the other side, life in the family became the total opposite of what if used
Esther's POV; I fling my bedroom door open in anger. Equally slamming it shut. Not forgetting to blot it shut cause honestly, I fear what Derrick would do to me or has in store for me after my irrational outburst down there. I wasn't planning to hurt him. I am just so tired of his endless and painful tyranny. Why on earth does he have to be so cruel and over protective? As if he's not already a huge hurdle in my social and love life, he also takes it upon himself to make my life at home a living nightmare. When other students are really hyped and pumped about returning home from campus, I seem to be the only girl in my clique who is reluctant to go home and actually sees it as a death sentence. I remember when we were y