Unattainable Perfection - Episode 2

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**** 5th August,2017. Aston Villa, Accra, Ghana. 8:00pm.

She stares at her reflection in the dressing mirror, letting her fingers trail over the two huge ugly scars just above the flesh of her eyes.

She cringes like every other time when she sets eyes on the scar on her face,disfiguring her.

The scar that had managed to disfigure her once perfect and flawless face just about a year ago.

One month.

One more month and it was going to be exactly a year after her dad had brought in that woman.

A year after her stepmother had deliberately pushed her making her land face first on the pieces of broken flower pots.

She could vividly recall how she had screamed when the rough object pierced into the delicate flesh above her eyes.

She could vividly recall how her own blood had splashed onto her face.

Alexa sighs heavily, running her fingers over the scars again.

It was a miracle the broken pieces of pots hadn't directly pierced her eyes seeing as the scars were located just a little above her eyebrows else she would have gone blind by now.

Only God knows how long she had to stay at home for her wounds to heal.

The wound was deep.

So deep it had to be stitched twice.

And now,all that was left of it were two ugly scars parading on her once perfect face.

"Alexandra!!"

The high pitched voice interrupts her thoughts and she snaps back to reality turning to face her two best friends..

"God girl! I've been calling you for minutes now. Don't tell me you spaced out again"

Sophie queried adjusting her purple wig.

"We need to leave

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. The party's began already"

Lydia chimes in zipping the boots she wore.

"Coming"

Alexa sighs getting off the dressing chair and staring at her reflexion.

Cringing in disgust immediately.. She hated how she looked now.

She used to be perfect, pretty, slim and curvy in all the right places.

But now, due to her wounds she had locked herself up for weeks, months even and now she's gained weight.

Such ugly weight she's gained.

It made the little self esteem she had left fly out the window She rubs her belly.

The belly that used to be so flat was now bulging.

Fat sticking out in all the wrong places.

Her face looked bloated.

Her once pretty arms were now chubby looking and her thighs were starting to rub together when she walked.

All because during those times she had been suffering from depression, food, mostly junk foods had been her escape.

She spent all her time eating and eating just to while away time so she wouldn't have to think of how people made fun of her facial scars anytime she stepped out.

Ugh! Scarface.

That's what people called her with.

"Alexa come on!"

Sophie whines and she sighs again.

She picks up her scarf,wraps it over her head and pulls it down to cover her forehead where the scars were.

"Finally! Come on!"

Lydia drags her as they exit her room and descend the stairs silently and successfully making it out the house. ****

ALEXA'S POV

This is not my thing.

It never was.

It never has and never will be.

I pull down the scarf over my face as I sit near Lydia and Sophie in the club.

I didn't want to come but they forced me to.

I lick my dry lips, fidgeting with my red dress.

This dress used to look so good on me back then.

But now, it looks like I'm wearing a dress meant for a ten year old.

I sigh.

The music in here is too loud.

This place is too crowded and sweaty.

I hate crowded places. 

It triggers my anxiety.

And I don't have my antidepressant pills with me.

Oh God..

"Hey girl,you okay?"

Lydia asks me and I nod.

"I'll go get you something to drink yeah? To calm your nerves"

she tells me and I silently thank her.

She comes back later with two glasses of white liquid I presume is water since it's colorless.

As for Sophie, she's already on her second beer since we got here.

"Here Alexa. Relax"

Lydia hands me the drink and I take it.

My hands are shaking.

I realise.

Too many people are squishing themselves into the dance floor.

Oh God.

I lick my lips again.

I think I'm going to have a panic attack again.

Clutching the glass, I tip the contents into my mouth, gulping down everything at a go.

I grimace when I feel the liquid burn it's way down my throat, making bubbly sensations in my belly. 

I feel strange.

This liquid tastes strange.. I shake my head.

The sensation doesn't stop.

"Ugh.. I.. I think I need fresh air"

I tell my friends and dash out without waiting for a response.

The cool evening breeze hits me as soon as I step out.

I begin to take in deep breaths, to steady my rapid heartbeat.

"Careful. You'll hurt yourself"

a sweet, cool yet deep voice says from behind me.

I ignore it and keep focusing on my breath exercise.

"Hey"

I hear the voice again and this time, I feel his presence before me.

Lifting my head, I come face to face with the most handsome face ever.

His eyes.

I'm mesmerized.

"Can you hear me Lady.

Lady becareful!"

He screams this time and that's when I hear a squishing sound.

I look at my hand and realise I've been clutching the glass tightly all the while and I just crashed it with my palm.

I wince as I feel the shreds of glass pierce into my palm.

"Here let me check it"

Mr cutie grabs my hand and begins to pull out the broken pieces of glass in my palm. 

I don't even feel the pain as all I'm interested in is his handsome face.

And how his biceps and muscles stretch with every of his movements.

"You're so hot" 

I blurt out.

F*ck! Did I just say that.

The drink Lydia gave me must contain alcohol.. Mr cutie stops dressing my wounds and stares up at me, surprise and wonder flashes in his his.

He chuckles, his eyes twinkling.

God! This man.

"Even your laughter is so hot."

I say again and he grins.

Okay, what's wrong with me?

"Your eyes. They're pretty" 

I continue.

Oh Lord.

What happened to me today?

What gibberish am I spewing?

Mr cutie grins wider.

"And you have pretty eyes too. I love them"

he says and I frown.

"I'm not pretty. I'm always mocked anytime I step out. See" 

I lift my scarf to show him my ugly scars.

Okay, why am I telling my secrets to a stranger? I stare at my right hand.

And why do I suddenly have ten fingers?

"These scars prove nothing. They just represent the past. You're pretty, believe me. Your eyes, they're so blue. Are you a half cast?"

He asks with wonder and I grin sheepishly.

"Yes. My mother. She was from Chile. She was white and my dad is a Ghanaian. I inherited her blue eyes"

"They suit you"

Mr cutie, since I do not know his name c*resses my cheeks and I shudder.

I instantly begin to feel hot.

My insides are burning.

What's wrong with me? I feel wetness between my thighs and I press them together.

I bite my lip hard.

Why do I feel like I want to have s*x?

I feel dizzy.

"What's your name?"

"William"

he tells me.

Oh dear Lord, what's happening to me? His voice.

It's alluring I lean closer to William.

*****

She stood in the dark, watching as the medicine took it's effect on her.

She smiles pulling out her phone when she feels it vibrating against her bum shorts..

"Hello?"

she speaks into the phone twirling her hair as she watches them.

"You got the girl?"

"Yep. I'm watching her."

She pauses, frowning

"But there's this guy with her"

'Well separate them then.

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. I need her today. Tonight."

"Uh OK. I'll try. She's drunk anyways"

"I do not care Lydia. Whether she's drunk or not. Get her away from that guy and bring her to me. Failure to do so,and you won't be able to touch a single cent of that money, got it?"

"Sure. But wait... How do you know her father is going to make her the sole heir of the Wallace properties?"

Lydia asks

"Go do your work and stop prying your nose into matters that do not concern you. Curiosity kills the cat"

the voice thunders.

"Okay fine. I'll bring you Alexa but keep my money ready"

she replies and hangs up.

****

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