Strong Emotions - Episode 19

 

        I had skipped classes for the past two weeks  now, I called mum to inform her that I want to come back to Nigeria at least till she was able to get over dad's death but she insisted that I stay, she claimed Mr Lanre had been keeping in touch with her and that she was fine, I wasn't okay with her decision but I had no choice. I avoided other calls especially calls from Tracy, George and Antonio . I felt depressed  not to the extent of committing a suicide because I eat whenever I was hungry and in fact my appetite doubled than when I was happy and the only thing I felt reluctant to do was to watch movies. I locked myself up in the room and cried all day with my dad's picture clutched towards my chest and George and antonio were damn worried about me that they both threatened to break down my door if I refused to open it, they kept  taking turns to yell at my window every night after coming from their places of work respectively and to avoid listening to their threats and yells, I would close my eyes and with my headphones plugged to my ears and would listen to music. I was forced to open the door when George brought some white cops to my apartment and I couldn't help but open the door, I just don't want to act stupid enough for them to have any reasons or whatsoever against me. George hugged me so tight that I felt my ribs was going to break

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. He kissed my lips severally. The cops asked if I was alright and checked my body to see if I had hurt myself and in the case of none, they invited us to their station. Sincerely , Nigeria's police station was nothing to write home about, here I was seated comfortably in a room large enough to occupy an average Nigeria's extended family, with a large screen TV, a nice set of sofas and the room floor tiled. I was expecting the whole place to be somehow smelly due to the cells I saw but instead I was met with a sweet smell and funnily enough , the prisoners had a small TV for themselves , a play yard and are entitled to Education through online platforms, they had a small room which serve as their toilet unlike in Nigeria where feces and urine would be the first smell one would inhale upon entering their stations, and the prisoners slept in the same place they pass their feaces and urine, yuck!. I remembered a joke which my dad cracked when I was still young , "Many Nigerians will prefer to spend their entire life in a White man's prison than in Nigeria. That way, they would even be entitled to free luxury they never had even when they still have their freedom". I smiled, but come to think of it, if police stations are made to be comfortable in Nigeria , there will be a high rate of social vices because many people would prefer to go there for relaxation.

        "Miss Enny, accept our condolences on the loss of your father, your fiance ,Mr George had explained everything about you to  us and We know how painful it is for one to lose a member of one's family, but you are in a state of depression which is definitely not good for you, locking yourself up for days could have mounted to suicidal thoughts and attempts." Mr Benson, said with a Canadian accent and with a sympathetic tone. 'My fiance?, George must be out of his mind, when did he cook up stupid stories? The last time I checked ,we were just friends and nothing but friends. "But she needs to see a psychologist. Miss Carole a psychologist from Green medical hospital (G.M.H) will be of great help, you can come in Miss Carole." George nodded like Agama lizard while I looked on with annoyance, what does he mean? That I'm going insane or what? The person who needed to seek the attention of a psychologist was George and not me. The police officer shook hands with a beautiful young lady who cat walked into the office like a model, she was chocolate in complexion , she had on glasses which fitted her eyes perfectly, and she wore a white shirt and a black trousers and she kept grinning as if her lips were trained for that.

     "I would like to have a private session with her." She said with a grin and the police officer and George excused us. She sat beside me "I'm miss Carole." She extended her hands in greetings while I reciprocated. "I'm Enny."

       "Nice to meet you Enny...I want to be of help to you by asking you a few questions and I would love to have your full cooperation." She said with a grin. Her smiling face was becoming so annoying especially when it seems she was forcing herself to do so and she was trying hard not to sound too foreign because she felt I should feel a little calm and comfortable with her colour and accent. I'm not crazy, I'm just an innocent person trying to mourn someone so close to me, and now I have been put in an interrogative session. Oh lord! This is so annoying.

     "No problem Miss Carole." I said

"Who broke the news of your father's death to you?." I looked up at her with a confused look, why was she asking me that type of question? And what's her business with that?

   "My mum."

  "When?."

 "The night when my friend and I hangout for dinner."

   "Did you inform your fiance?" That's the part I hated most, I know she was referring to George.

  "I told him about it."

  "And what did he do?"

  "He took me home and I slept in his arms."

  " How did you get to lock yourself up in the room? I mean when your fiance was with you that night."

  "Miss Carole, I'm fine. I understand you care about me and you think I'm in a form of depression right now but I'm just an innocent lady who just lost her dad , I need to be remorseful." I blurted out to her surprise. She stared at me for a few seconds and wanted to be sure I was calm before she cleared her throat.

   "Alright Miss Enny, I'm sorry if I'm getting you annoyed with my questions, I think I need to give you sometime, meanwhile you can call me and talk to me anytime you feel bored. This is my card." She extended her card to me with a smile.

   "Ok..." I muttered while I accepted the card. I saw her walked out towards George who was standing by the door. She whispered some things to him while she kept looking back at me and I knew they were talking about me. She waved at me and George looked gloomily towards me.

  "What?...why are you staring at me like that?." I asked when he couldn't get his eyes over me.

  "She was just trying to help Enny." He said calmly.

  "Help me with what?"

   "Help you reduce your depressive state."

    " And who said I'm depressed?."

  "Let's end this discussion, hop in the car and let me take you home. I'm coming over to stay with you, at least until you overcome the thought of the incidence."

   "George, I'm alright."

   "No, you are not." He expressed his gratitude to the police office and led me gently into his car. When we arrived at my hostel, he prepared a cup of tea and he made toasts bread for me, i rested my head on his lap while he told me stories and the encounter he had at work, he told me how he might a lady who was his Boss' sister and how she tried to seduce him and how he politely informed her that he had a fiancee. He paused to see what my reaction would be but I kept quiet and said nothing.

   "Do you love me Enny?" He asked when he realized I wasn't responding to his jokes and stories. I sat upright and looked at him." Why did you ask? Yes, I love you but owing to the circumstances around us , we can't be together as husband and wife, please do not bring this issue up anymore, let's just be friends." I said while he nodded sadly, he got up all of a sudden and walked into the living room. "Goodnight..." He whispered.  That's it, he is angry, I don't even care, I would continue to let him know we can't be together until he realized that too. I crawled back on my bed and hugged my bed partner, a pink teddy bear which I called 'kinky'.

 "I'm dying...I'm dying..." I heard a voice shout, I was in a dark tunnel and I felt myself floating towards God knows where. The voice echoed from afar and I tried to float towards it to save whosoever was dying but something else kept dragging me back, I tried to free myself but I kept been overpowered by an unknown force. All of a sudden, I saw a masked face holding a knife, he pulled the person screaming up, I couldn't see the person's face because everywhere was dark , I felt a force pushed me closer and I tried to fly back because I was frightened at sight of the knife. The masked man lifted the knife up and sliced the other man's throat like a butcher slicing the throat of a cow and I could see dark blood gushing out from the lifeless body as if there was an invisible force pumping the blood out . I left out a loud scream. I opened my eyes and I was glad to see that I was dreaming, I kept panting and heaving heavily when George opened the door, he rushed towards me.

  "What happened Enny?."he asked trying to calm me down.

   "I had a nightmare..." I said while I was still panting. "Please, don't leave me alone." I pleased amidst tears. He hugged and cuddled me like a baby " don't worry you will be alright." He whispered into my ear. I wrapped myself around him and I watched as he covered our body with the duvet. He looked at me worriedly and kissed my forehead, there was a few moments of silence which I thought would last forever

  "Should I make you another tea.."

  "No...I'm alright. Just stay with me." I said, I hugged him so tight, I was damn scared. I realised my left arm was placed on his dick, and I made no attempt to remove it. It was an unconscious act and I knew he didn't even notice but all of a sudden I felt the urge to romance it and I did. I knew it was crazy especially when I had thought I wasn't going to end up with him because of my past but to be sincere, I felt safe whenever he was with me. At first he was shocked at my reaction but later he responded, he knew I wanted it to happen, and he couldn't wait to experience my romance and sex skills. We kissed at length and I let him grabbed my boobs, he undressed me slowly with kisses right from my neck down to my skin. The cold night added more spices to our romantic delicacy. I let him in , I rode on him like a horse rider ready for an eternal ride to places full of pleasure, he moaned and I whispered his name. We ended up in the bathroom together and all of a sudden I hated the fact that we had something together that night.

     The next day, George was full of smiles, he whistled all the way from the living room to the kitchen and from the kitchen to my room with a plate of sausages and fried eggs, he wore a white short and he left his chest bare, the hair on his chest was something I loved to play with during our romance and that's when I was in the mood. "Good morning, my little princess." He greeted with a smile. I wonder what could make him so happy early in the morning if not for the sex we had last night. He was just so happy and I couldn't hide the fact that I found him so annoying. I looked up with a frown. "George stop being nice, I'm going to school today and I will have my breakfast with Tracy. Thank you." I said curtly. He felt hurt and tried to figure out what he might have done wrong.

   "Did I offend you?.." he asked puzzled.

    "I'm not ready for any discussion this morning."

    "You are always busy for discussions and yet you bring up the discussions." He said almost with a shout.

    "Must we always argue over unreasonable issues." This time I had walked past him to the bathroom. He stood up angrily , change his clothes, took his car keys and drove away, I was expecting that anyways. I wonder why he took so long to burn with his usual rage. I arrived at the college late at 4am, Tracy looked at me worriedly, "Where have you been? I was damn worried, you refused to pick my calls, I don't even know the address to your hostel otherwise you would have seen me there. What happened?"Tracy queried with a frown. I smiled at Tracy, she looked weird with the way she frowned her face.

  "I lost my dad Tracy." I said almost in a whisper. She held her mouth with her palms and opened her eyes wide.

  "Oh!... I'm sorry Enny, accept my condolences." She said while she gave me a warm hug.

" Thanks dear." She said. Tracy bought food for me and made me eat to my fill, she wanted to make me happy and she succeeded in doing so, we drove in her car to Landmark Cinema at Whitby where she insisted we watch her best movie 'Wonder' a movie about a young boy who appeared different facially due to an abnormality and although he had gone through various surgeries, his face appeared scary to his mates who treated him like an alien but at the end of the movie everyone was proud of him. I looked surprisedly at Tracy who wept throughout the movie, she said she felt touched and moved by the challenges the boy went through, I rolled my eyes when she couldn't stop sniffing, Gosh! What's emotional about this? . She told me she would love to invite me to her house during the Christmas period which was fast approaching although I had intended to travel to Nigeria during the winter period but I wouldn't want to offend Tracy and again I wished to meet her mum and the rest of her family, so I promised her I would stay. I know George and Antonio will be happy about this too. One thing I was worried about is Tracy's lonely life, she had a lot of heart breaks in the past and she was scared to go into one, she told me about Henry who deflowered her at age fifteen but left her for her best friend and Davis who promised to marry her but she caught him pants down with her cousin so I planned to introduce her to Antonio and made them have a date although I had talked about Antonio to Tracy and she yearned to meet him, that way Antonio will get over me and we would be nothing but mere friends. I arrived my hostel at noon with lots of goody packages and clothes which Tracy got for me when we went shopping. I shivered at the thought of having another nightmare and I wished I had gone with Tracy to spend the night at her place. Oh lord! I know I might not be able to sleep so I might just watch movies till dawn. I tried to open my door but I realized it had been opened already, my heart skipped, did I forget to lock my door before going to school? Are there arm robbers in my hostel? Or was it George who came unnoticed because he has the spare key. Whatever it was I need to find out, I peeped inside but saw or heard no movement, I walked slowly and quietly into the living room and "God of Mercy!........" I screamed at the sight of blood, there was no lifeless body in sight but I could see traces of human blood from the kitchen to the living room and It was as if someone was dragged from kitchen towards the door. I stood transfixed, my body shocked, I felt dehydrated, my hands and feet couldn't stop shaking. I can't stand there like that, I need to do something. But what?......