I Am Engaged – Episode 3

(Broken Promises) (episode 3)

 

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PRAISES CHIDERA OBIORA

 

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Like a mouse, Alex crept out from under the stair case. I chased him with my knife held high above my head. The stamp of our running feet on the cold tiled floor, sounded like the galloping of a hundred horses.

 

Alex ran into the bathroom like a chased puppy. Just as he was about to shut the door close, I flung the knife at him. I was determined to pierce him from the back. I really wished the pointed edge of the knife would hit him from behind. I wanted to see him fall to the floor like a game. I wanted to see him bleed and beg for mercy when I finally approach him. I wanted to see Alex beg for his life as I cut off that freaking rope he called a manhood.

 

But the knife which I had thrown, missed Alex’s back by just a few inch and fell inside the bathroom. I screamed in frustration as Alex shut the bathroom door and quickly locked himself inside with the keys.

 

“Kemi! Jesus Christ. Kemi.” Alex panted like a tired donkey.

 

“Do you want to kill me? What in the world has gotten into you? Blood of Jesus.

 

Kemi!” Alex exclaimed.

 

I fell on the floor and broke down in tears. Memories of Dayo forcing me into having our very first sex flashed before me. I remembered how painful it felt. I was

 

 

denied of every pleasure a woman was suppose to feel. I remembered how I felt helpless as he held my both hands tight. I felt like a handcuffed criminal. I felt like a chicken about to be slaughtered for christmas.

 

I remembered how I struggled and kicked. How I tossed and turned. How I shook and danced with my legs in the air. I remembered how I bit Dayo on his shoulders with my teeth. But the impact of the bite on Dayo, was like a toothless baby’s bite. Dayo felt no pain at all. The skin of his shoulders were thick and strong.

 

Dayo had an athletes body. His muscular arms where strong and smooth. His packs were fully built – built from countless push ups and press ups in the gym. He had so much energy in him and so much strength too.

 

When he pulled off my pant that very day, I knew that was the end of my struggle. I knew he was only few seconds away from having his way. Though I struggled to close my legs, but his strength could not be marched. When he pushed open my legs and parted them with his body, my heart beat increased. Fear gripped me. Sweat dripped down my face in tiny rivulets.

 

I became a strong and fighting woman, now turned into a helpless beggar. I pleaded with Dayo to stop. I stopped struggling and begged him not to do it. I reminded him that it was not the plan. I tried to tell him that this was not how we planned our first sex to be.

 

But he was like a hungry bull. He was deaf to my plea. He was a determined psychopath. He ravaged my body with no respect for my womanhood. Dayo was a selfish egocentric asshole.

 

The fact that Dayo forcefully had his way into me still hunts me till date. It started hunting me from the moment he announced our break up and took his last piece of me before letting me go.

 

“Why are men like this? Why are you all this way? Why can’t you just love a woman with your heart? Must you do it? Must you all do it?” I broke down in tears.Kindly share out stories from generalloaded.com using the floating social media icon buttons on the bottom of the screen

 

“Kemi I.. I…”

 

 

“Alex I only wanted giving us a try. I wanted giving our relationship a try. I wanted to see if we would work. I thought you will help me get over Dayo. I felt you were a different guy. But I never knew you were just after the same thing Dayo was after. I didn’t know you were after my body and not my heart.”

 

“Stop it Kemi. Do not talk like that. I am not after your body. I have never been after your body. I love you Kemi. I love…”

 

“Alex just shut up.” I thundered angrily.

 

I was already tired of hearing the same thing over and over again. I was tired of men making excuses and using love as a backup to shield their evil.

 

I stood up from the floor and walked back to the bedroom. I picked my wig and put on my gown. I was heart broken and frustrated. I pulled my towel from my bag and wiped the tears from my eyes.

 

I walked down the stairs. Alex who was peeping through the opened door, sighted me coming down and quickly slammed the bathroom door close.

 

“Kemi where are you going to?” Alex asked.

 

Alex opened the door when he heard no response from me. He peeped through it. When he noticed I was not holding anything harmful, he rushed in my direction and fell on his knees.

 

“Kemi please come back. Please do not leave me Kemi. I really love you. Kemi how will I survive without you. Kemi I am sorry. I am sorry Kemi, please forgive me. I promise it will not happen again. Please do not break my heart. Do not leave me this way.” Alex pleaded.

 

I saw Alex eyes gradually become wet. I saw a sense of penitence on his face. But I was not moved. I felt no pity for him. I would have felt pity if this was Dayo begging me few years back after he had forced me into having sex with him in a hotel like a cheap slut. This was because I loved Dayo so much. I was willing to forgive him. Sometimes, I forgave Dayo even before he committed an offence.

 

 

But this was Alex. This was a man I had known for just two months three weeks. This was a man I had just officially dated for three weeks. I was just learning to love Alex. I was learning to appreciate him. I was learning to give my heart to him. But now he had lost it all. He had now lost my trust, my love and every emotions I was beginning to develop for him.

 

In my anger, I pushed Alex hands off me, and stared at him with anger and fury burning in my eyes.

 

“Alex, don’t ever call me again. Don’t even come close to my house, or I swear I will hit you with anything that I can grab.”

 

I pulled the door knob open and walked out of the house. I was heading back home a heart broken woman.

 

I got into my car, and drove out of Alex house never to return again. I couldn’t stop the tears from flowing. I cried bitterly as I took the next turn.

 

While I drove, I wondered why my relationships always turned sour. Why do I get hurt by the ones I love most? I wondered if true love really existed. I wondered if it was just a fairy tale.

 

No wonder Temi never cared about love. No wonder she played with every guys heart like a dog plays with a bone. Temi had always boasted not to have a soft spot for men. She claimed that no matter how sweet and caring a man is, she was not a type to fall in love with him.

 

Temi usually chased the rich and cute guys just to feel among. She had already opened her heart and accepted the bitter fact that men were all the same and needed to be treated just the way the deserved.

 

Unlike me, sex was nothing to Temi. To her, it felt like eating milk and biscuit. She was always ready to do it so far it gets her what ever she wanted. She was ready to make love to a man to get whatever she desired from him.

 

 

When I told her about Dayo’s forceful sex, she saw no wrong in it. She claimed he was my boyfriend and had the right to my body when he chose.

 

“Forceful sex na im sweet pass seff.” She said.

 

“I wish I could get a guy to give it to me forcefully, while I try to fight him off. Gush. How sweet it would be.” She licked her lips in a seducing way, while picturing the moment in her head.

 

Sometimes I asked myself what I was doing with such a friend as heartless and bad as Temi. But did I really have a choice?

 

I loved Temi from our university days. We were very good friends to an extent we were both called TK – an acronym for Temi and Kemi.

 

Although, Temi was sometimes crazy. She was annoying. She could give you the worse advise ever, but she was still my best friend.

 

Temi has always been there for me. She has always been there when I cried and shed tears. She was there to comfort me in my worse moments. When Dayo broke up with me, she was there to hold me and encourage me.

 

I still remember when my mother was sick and needed money for her cancer treatment, Temi went round in search of money to support me. She took mama like her own mother too.

 

When mama died, we both cried a bitter cry. Temi couldn’t eat for days. I really wished mama had survived to at least help me say thank you to Temi.

 

I was not an angel too. I have also hurt Temi badly. But Temi was still there for me. She never let me go. How then could I let such a friend go?

 

I changed gears and pressed harder on the Tuttle, I was heading for the next turn heading to Temi’s house. I needed to be comforted. I needed someone to tell me everything was going to be alright. I wanted someone to pet me like a child. Temi was all I had now. She was the only friend I could count on.

 

 

As I approached Temi’s house from a distance, I could see Temi standing outside the gate. Dayo’s car was just about driving into Temi’s house. She had come to open the gate for him.

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I marched on the car brakes immediately, and watched as my ex boyfriend Dayo, drove into the Temi’s compound.

 

To be continued…

 

 

I AM ENGAGED