In The Mess - Episode 7
So you are from Akwa ibom?
Yes!I reply,wondering what was going on in his mind, he seems distant,and the way he keeps looking around ,I might accuse him of criminality right now, he places his hand at the middle of my back,as he opens the passenger door of his grey Honda, I exhale before entering, not like the interior was bad,no it's beautiful,and it smelt like him ,the only problem here is that it took me to a fateful Thursday night,that was my last time of taking a free ride in Lagos,the driver wasn't scary ,just a fine hulk,I saw him around twice or thrice,Hauwa and I gossip about him till the day he gave me a ride,only me,he didn't say a lot but I did most of the talking since I was the only passenger, then he tried touching ,when I wasn't willing to oblige he used force,I remember that day,the scar on my arm tingles as a memory of jumping out of a moving car invades me,since then ,I haven't seen the taxi driver,nor can sit in a car without paying my fare,one of my greatest insecurities
...Jane,you are holding your breath!Someone shouted,it sounded like he was on top of the mountains,his hands pried my eyes
Jane,Jane,please release your breath,you better don't die...... I can hear the fear in that persons voice but I can't bring myself to obey him,for a moment ,I thought I saw the taxi driver try to grab my clothes,I couldn't scream like I would love to, my voice left, coldness jagged at my soul, I don't want to give up, I can't breathe, something else is pressing my lips in a sweet bond.....,
Don't do that again! He said and I opened my eyes, his lips still hover on mine, did P.ken, did he....did we just have a first kiss without my involvement
Did we....? I stalled, he gave me a smile, then on queue he lowers his head, a muffle escapes me as he replaces them on my lips, his hand sneaked into my hair, massaging my scalp, "super ecstasy! His tongue slips into my mouth and I have no choice but to hang unto him like an antennae, I'm not a novice, but I really like the professional in my Mr professor
Okay? P
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. Ken asks disengaging, I nod, he looks in my eyes before saying "You could have said something, do you have a phobia for sitting beside the driver? I shake my head negatively, I can't let this man into my messy life,my mouth clamp shut on its own accord,he seems to read my state
" sweetheart, I'm right here, and besides, Vivian and Clara shouldn't meet you in your bad!
I turn and saw the humor in his eyes, he really did do an investigation on me, he cupped my chin and I can't help but laugh. "I'm fine,sir!he twitch his mouth.." Call me ken, I'm not that old, I'm not trying to be your uncle....
I like the man already, he's straight forward, the minute he halted the car, my eyes took in all of my environment, it was a quiet school field, I didn't actually think of a school field as the venue, he steps out of the car, well, I'm stucked in shock, I only wined down the window
...who do we have here? A female voice shrieks, I turn to see what's going on, another banshee runs towards P.ken and the first banshee
Its kene, No.12, the striker! Whoa he's more cute in real life.
I watch as he takes pictures with those psychological problems, am I missing something important, I don't think a lecturer in my University can pull such a stunt, no I'm definitely missing something.
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What do you think Jane is missing
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interesting, waiting for next episode pls
On it @confy