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A Story written by MaziOmenuko…

Jeeeeeezzzz!!!

I didn’t need to hear the rest of the story to know what happened next. Students will have a field day distributing the video at the campus, uploading it to the net, youtube, facebook, nairaland.

Now I could justify Emon’s spiteful comments. Now I understand why she hates Margaret so much. Her parents and siblings must have heard about it.

I sat there staring at Margaret as she continued to look down on her legs.

How could she be that careless? I thought leaving two used condoms on my friend’s bed was the definition of carelessness, but this beats it.

She looked up at me and said, “I still love her. That single act collapsed the relationship entirely”.

How could she be worried about a relationship where she ruined a poor girl’s life!

“She lost her boyfriend and she turned to a bitter person. I begged, I pleaded, I apologized, I tried my best to explain but she never wanted anything to do with me”.

“Can you believe she has not spoken to me since after that incidence?”

-yea, I believe that, what I don’t understand is why she didn’t get a gun and shoot your selfish, over-possessive arse- I thought to myself.

“That was the last relationship I had. After that, I couldn’t bring myself together to date anymore”, she concluded.

-wow- I couldn’t bring myself to say anything. I just sat there and thought for some minutes, then asked.

“Do you really think you are a lesbian? Do you feel you can’t enjoy a normal relationship with the opposite s*x?”.

“I don’t really know anymore. I started being intimate with emon not because I feel the urge to date girls, but because I truly loved her. She was the first and only girl I’ve been intimate with. After her, I’ve not experience any connection to any other girl”.

“What of guys”, I asked.

“I don’t really like dating guys. They are over possessive”.

– pot calling kettle black –

“They always want to own you, you report to them; where you are, what you’re doing, who you’re with and why it took you long to pick their call”.

-you’ve been dating the wrong guys- I said to myself.

“And their selfish display in bed pisses me off! They don’t care about your needs or desires, they just ram in and out and then collapse on top of you”.

I had to voice it out.

“You’ve been dating the wrong guys”, I said, “there are good guys out there”.

She smiled at me, shook her head and moved closer to me. I was anticipating a kiss, so I drew closer, trying to position my mouth. Then she asked.

“What’s up with you and emon?”

Me and emon? What the hell is she talking about?

“I saw you making out with her at the back seat of her brother’s car”.

Oh my gooshhh!! She made that call to ibieme, it must be her! Who else would plot such an evil act? This girl could be a psychopath!!! She said she was still in love with emon, could it be that she’s been stalking her?

Fear gripped me for a while. Was she stalking us both?

And she conveniently turned out to be living in the hotel I was lodged! 

Something was wrong somewhere!

“Honestly. . .”, she continued, “my dad doesn’t own this guest house”.

My heart was about to explode!

She stood up from the bed as she said this. She stood staring at me, and I could see hatred, anger and blood-thirst in those dark eyes of hers.

No one knew where I was. Not even my girl friend, nor ibieme. If anything happens to me here at the room of Margaret. . .

“You really believed that horse-poo”. Her cold voice interrupted my thoughts.

“You see, Emon is my only love, and I would do anything to protect her from the hands of selfish men. . .”

She bent down on her side of the bed, pulled up the bed sheet as she reached for something under there. . .

To Be Continued…

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