🇳🇬🤎BROWN SKIN GIRL🇬🇧🇺🇸
{Love across races}
Theme: She’s a Nigerian
Genre: Romance
©2025 Wizzy Babe C. All rights reserved
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CHAPTER 55&56
Bryan was bent on ending everything there and now.
He almost obeyed his demons by killing Yolanda right there, but not-so-hard hits from Trisha behind him made him look back at her.
“Stop it!”she screamed.
He rolled his eyes wondering why he gave her the pet name ‘Little Angel’, cause that’s exactly how she’s behaving.
He released Yolanda and she fell on her butt.
füç?!
Her butt hurts, her neck hurts, everything hurts. She’s dying on every side.
Fighting for breath and wellness in pain.
Bryan turned to Trisha, she moved back immediately.
She doesn’t know but she’s too scared. Too scared to even stay.
“You could have… you…”she started stuttering.
“You think because I left her, I’m done with her?”he asked.
“I should spare who wants you gone? The daughter of the fúcking man who killed his wife and my own father!”he shouted.
Trisha fluttered her lids in shock, her tears wetting her lashes. Even Yolanda who’s been crying on the floor paused.
Ronald killed who? Her mom and Bryan’s dad?
Even as shocking as it is, she badly wants to kill that brown, disgusting thing!
How dare she make Bryan fall for her that hard? Of course, Bryan has fallen. Yolanda can fúcking see it!
Trisha moved back again, trying to process everything in her head. She shook her head, running out in tears.
Bryan burst into a psychotic laughter. A type which isn’t funny at all.
Something that speaks of pain, anger and bitterness. Something scary.
Yolanda groaned, getting scared of every sound he makes. She successfully stayed on fours, biting her lips to subdue the pain on her arse.
“The wedding’s füç?ing happening, Yolanda. But we’ll both be absent, instead, we’ll make a show for your lovely father”Bryan squatted before her, stroking her hair.
‘No need, just finish her’
His demons kept whispering in his ears, but he didn’t give them the chance.
He stood up and walked to the closed-glass window, punching it heavily.
At least that’ll calm him for now.
He didn’t stop shattering the glass with his right fist. Yeah, the little pieces entered his knuckles and face but he cared less.
A few fell to the floor, some flew to Yolanda.
When the devil arises, no one stops him.
After a long stretch of minutes to hours of destroying his knuckles, Bryan walked to Yolanda, dragging her out.
He’s not a Psychopath. He’s not a Sociopath.
He’s Bryan Miller Walters, the guy with the Intermittent Explosive Disorder.
•The Girls’ Place•
Ann held Brownie, glaring at Trisha who’s already at the door. And at the door, Courtney stood there, holding the knob.
“Guys!”Trisha screamed in tears.
“Just yesterday you were praying you shouldn’t leave and you changed your mind all of a sudden. What sorta friend are you?!”Ann gnarled.
“Annie, try to understand,”Trisha muttered.
“You won’t ‘Annie’ me, and I won’t try to understand. It’s bull”Ann looked away.
“Trisha…”Courtney tried talking.
“You have thirty seconds left to leave that room”a rough voice sounded from outside.
“Miss Africa!”Ann pushed Brownie away and ran to Trisha, hugging her.
Courtney never left the door. She wouldn’t want the scary man to barge in.
Fate listened, and it made it so.
The door was forced open and three bald headed men entered.
Courtney flew to her bed, landing safely on it.
One immediately carried Trisha from her legs, placing her on his shoulders.
“Put me down… fúcking put me down, I’ll walk!”she screamed, kicking and biting him. He didn’t flinch as he took her away.
The second one pulled her luggage and Brownie.
“Trisha…Miss Africa!”Ann screamed, the third man easily threw her to Courtney and walked away, closing the door carefully behind him.
“Owww”The girls chorused, wincing.
They quickly moved from each other.
“Is Trisha really gone? Like, gone?”Courtney asked herself, as if having a hallucination.
“I can’t believe it too. It’s too hard to grasp”Ann muttered.
The door was opened for the second time, they knelt on the bed in curiosity.
Freddy entered, then Axel.
“What happened?!”they chorused.
“You’re late!”the girls screamed. Each to her boyfriend.
Okay, Courtney to her CONTRACT BOYFRIEND.
And Ann to her OFFICIAL BOYFRIEND.
•Heathrow Airport•
Trisha sat patiently at the gate with her three body guards. Two sat by her right and one, by her left.
She smiled at them one by one, but they maintained their strong, ugly faces.
“Ever traveled outta England before?”she asked.
“Shut it”the one by her left replied, he didn’t look at her.
“Ohh”she muttered and bit her lower lip, harshly.
“Good evening, passengers. This is the pre-boarding announcement for flight 598C to Nigeria. Passengers with children and those requiring special assistance may begin boarding at this time. Regular boarding will start in approximately ten minutes. Thank you,” the voice echoed from the speakers.
Trisha swallowed hard, her stomach twisting with nervous energy. Her hands fidgeted with the strap of her bag as she tried to steady her racing thoughts.
Trisha swallowed hard.
“I wanna poo,”she said. Two guards glared at her.
“Your batch will be called in a few minutes. Hold on tight”the last guard, who’s by her left said.
He seems harsher… or more wicked.
“Ten minutes is still far. I badly wanna poo, I wanna do it”she shook. The sweat from her forehead dropped on her shoe.
“Shut it, kid”the first guard snapped.
“Buh…”she said and farted.
“Oops”she muttered and farted again.
“füç?!”the second guard shouted.
“Go”the second pushed her away, she ran.
The third stood up and followed her.
They got to the restroom and Trisha glanced at him, smiling.
“You won’t follow me in, right?”she asked.
“Three minutes”he said and turned his back on her.
“Ohh, I’ll be done in one”she said and walked in, clicking the door softly behind her.
Her heart raced immediately as she entered the restroom. All the bang she’s been hiding, sounded loudly.
‘What do I do?’ she thought. Her chest hammered when she remembered her so-called guard was at the door.
Her eyes caught a door with the inscription ‘Staff only’. There’s a cleaning cart beside it.
Trisha moved towards the direction without thinking.
A woman came out of the door immediately, Trisha stopped, sweating hard.
“Ummm, Little Angel?”the lady smiled. She breathed.
“I..I…”
“Is everything alright?”the nice looking vendor said, pulling the trolley.
Then Trisha remembered. The younger lady at the Jewelry store where Bryan bought her this necklace.
She rubbed the necklace in tension.
“You must be wondering why I’m here… I work at the airport now as a vendor”the lady smiled. “And you, what are you doing at the airport?”she continued.
Trisha looked back and swallowed, slipping into the door.
The woman blinked and followed her in. That’s a stall.
“Are you alright, Miss Little Angel?”she asked.
“I’m… I’m being followed… someone’s following me”Trisha whispered, stammering.
The woman nodded subtly, understanding.
“Follow my lead”she said and walked out but came back immediately Trisha could follow her. She handed Trisha a neatly folded Indian-style scarf and a light tunic.
Trisha immediately took off her jacket and sweater, replacing them with the Indian dress. They covered her clothes perfectly.
“Take my glasses”the woman took out her glass purse.
“Ma…”Trisha hesitated.
“Firstly, it’s not recommended by any doctor, it’s fancy. And secondly, I just bought these glasses.”The woman said and removed the eyeglasses from its seal, she put it on for Trisha who smiled, grateful.
“Thank you so much ma”she said.
“It’s the least I can do. BMW may be rude but trust me, my daughter is in one of England’s best elementary schools because of him.”the lady said.
“Shh. Now follow me”she added when Trisha wanted to say something.
They slipped into the crowdy part of the stall, travelers walked around, their chatter masking secrets only Trisha and the lady knows about.
Trisha followed the vendor through a narrow staff corridor and she merged with a group of travelers heading to the gate.
Her bags? Forget them.
Brownie? Fúck. She doesn’t know what to do but her life first.
She followed the crowd closely, slipping to the direction the vendor told her to.
Meanwhile the other two waited, seeing it’s almost time.
No, it’s time. The boarding announcement blared over the speakers.
The last guard got to them.
“Where’s she?”the second one yelled.
He looked around without answering. When he noticed someone slipping out of the crowd, he chased her.
The others followed.
Trisha noticed she had been caught, so she took to her heels.
•Bryan’s Residence•
Bryan just came back from where he dumped Yolanda. At least, she’s dumped, until he’s ready for her.
And Trisha? She made a promise. She fúcking can’t leave him. But now, he’s gotta allow her to fully focus on Yolanda and her dad. Then Collins.
They’re the three on his black list.
He walked in and came back out, heading to his car.
Selena drove in, running out of her car.
“Bryan, I know I shouldn’t be here but…”Bryan shoved her aside, entering his car. He didn’t spare her a glance.
“Bryan Walters!”She cried.
He started the car. Selena quickly rushed to stand before his car, hoping he’ll stop.
But who was she kidding? He started his drive, even increasing speed.
“I’m sorry Miller!”she screamed, before his car could get to her, she jumped out of the way.
Bryan cared less, anyway. The gate was automatically opened and his car went out of sight.
Selena touched her chest, gasping in shock.
“Bryan!”she stood up, running out.
Freddy and Jeremy got down from Freddy’s car, going to her.
“Mom!”Freddy widened his eyes, seeing little cuts on her elbow… as a result of her fall when saving her life, trying to move away from Bryan’s car.
“It’s nothing,”she said.
“Of course, it’s something. Let’s take you in to apply a little ointment on it”Freddy said and started walking in.
“Boss will sure be annoyed, especially now that she’s left”Jeremy told Selena.
“Who?”Selena asked.
•Michelle’s Place•
Michelle held the pregnancy test straw, biting her nails as she awaited her fate.
Fate was right. She’s pregnant.
“Po… pos… positive?”she stuttered, the straw fell from her hand. She screamed.
“Never… I’m twenty one. füç?, füç? füç?!”she paced, she picked the straw and threw it again, intentionally and harshly.
She picked it, doing it again and again. It broke. She didn’t stop.
She resorted to using her feet, stumping on it with her slippers.
It scattered.
“I’m not pregnant! I can never be pregnant! Never!”she screamed.
She picked her bag which was on her bed and stormed out.
She’s removing that shit right now. She mustn’t have a child. Not now.
•Dawson’s Villa•
Bryan’s Chevrolet stopped before Ronald’s Mansion directly, he walked out of the car.
Countless guns were aimed at him, he didn’t flinch till he got to Ronald who stood by the verandah, smoking.
July stood beside him, her eyes went wide open when she saw Bryan.
She took it upon herself to mourn Kelly, so she’s in black.
“It’s nice seeing you in my house, Bryan. When was the last time you visited?… Ummm, thirteen years ago?”Ronald asked.
“Eleven years ago. You have a short memory, Ronald”Bryan replied, calmly.
“Have you heard about your brown girl? She’s currently on the plane right now”Ronald nodded.
Bryan gritted his jaw but kept quiet anyway. Of course, if it’s about dragging Trisha down here, he will.
He just doesn’t wanna make her hate him more… füç? hatred!
“Get prepared for the beautiful wedding, Ronald. That’s all I came to tell you… and about your daughter? She’s in good hands”Bryan smiled and walked back to his car, driving the same way he came.
July looked at her father whose eyes glowed differently. No matter how he tried hiding it, it showed on his face that he’s curious and worried.
“Chairman, should we go after him?”one of his bald headed thugs asked.
“No”Ronald raised his left hand.
“I think he has something against me… we’ll wait till Saturday. But now…”Ronald said, the thug moved closer.
He whispered something into his ear.
July bit her lips. She has to know what Ronald’s planning. What if it’s something bad?
“When it looks worse… you do just that”Ronald said and walked in.
“Yes chairman,”he replied.
July looked at him and smiled awkwardly.
‘Gosh, how do I ask him what they’re up to?’ she thought and smiled again before walking in.
•Axel’s Home•
Axel walked in tiredly. Ella and Britney jumped down from the couch. They’ve been awaiting his return.
He stood by the door, resting his head on it, backward.
“Axel, what’s wrong?”Britney asked after a minute of silence.
“Is Courtney fine, Axy?”Ella hugged her kitten.
“It’s Trish. She suddenly left”Axel explained.
“Who’s…”Britney didn’t complete her question. She kept quiet.
“Trish is Trisha, big bro Axy good friend”Ella smiled at her. Britney blinked.
Did Ella just reply to her… even when she hasn’t asked?
Wait, Ella really apologized to her yesterday but Britney didn’t take that to heart. Not when she came with a Korean called Ann.
Britney thought she was playing one of her pranks but now? Ella talked to her?
“It’s not her business, Ella”Axel started walking to his room.
“No, Axy. It’s her business. Mom should know our friends”Ella said.
Axel looked at her doubtfully and walked to his room.
“Don’t mind him, he’ll come around”Ella walked forward, Britney moved back, slowly.
“Ohh”she muffled and kept Kiki on the floor, the kitten pounced away.
“So, like I said, he’ll come around”she walked to her mom and hugged her.
“Ella? Is… is this you?”Britney asked.
“Funny. But it’s me, your five year old pretty daughter”Ella replied and broke the hug.
“I learnt from a source that we have to be nice to our mothers. I’m being nice to you, mom and I hope you forgive me”she said and trotted away.
Britney touched her chest.
•Airport•
It’s getting late already, it’s been five minutes Trisha had been hiding from the men.
They didn’t wanna make it obvious they’re after someone, so they stayed low-key, searching for her.
That really helped Trisha sneak into the crowd and stalls. Department and stores.
She successfully boarded a taxi, without saying anything, she jumped in.
Fate was on her side, immediately the taxi left, the three guards got there, from different locations.
“You didn’t find her?”they chorused and sighed.
“Damnit! füç? it!”the third one screamed.
“Shut up, you couldn’t watch her”the second snapped.
“You should have…”
“Arguing won’t solve this. Chairman’s gonna kill us”the first guard sighed, placing his hands in akimbo.
The third one almost brought out his gun from his strap, maybe to at least kill three or four people, but the first guard stopped him.
“That’ll be a waste of time, they’re cameras everywhere”he tapped him.
The second guard paced.
•In the Taxi•
Trisha’s hand shook as she tried her dad’s line. She had broken her SIM card and threw away her phone to avoid unnecessary calls… Who knows? Maybe Ronald had hacked her phone.
Now, she’s using the driver’s phone.
“Daddy?”she whispered immediately he picked the call.
“Adah?”he asked.
“It’s me,”she nodded.
“How come? You told me you were leaving tonight. If I’m correct, you ought to be miles away…”
“Daddy listen, I can’t leave England just like that. I can’t leave my friends and everything I’ve discovered here. And Miller? I’ll never dream of leaving him, not now, not forever!”she said.
“The assaulter?”he father asked.
“I don’t care whatever lies Kelly fed you with but know this, he’s dead. His stupidity killed him. I’m in deep trouble right now and if I escape it, I’ll call you to tell you where I am, but now, I’m calling to tell you not to expect me in eight or nine hours time… whatever hour, DO NOT WAIT FOR ME, because I’m not coming back”she said.
“Trisha! This is your life we’re talking about. You want me coming there to fetch you home?”Mr Anderson yelled, the tone of anger and concern filling him up.
“You shouldn’t bother about that. And about my life? Bryan’s my life, I fúcking love him and I can’t live without him!”she clarified.
“And does he? What has gotten over you Trisha?”her dad asked.
“I DON’T CARE!”she yelled and hung up.
“Thank you so much”she handed the phone over to the driver, he collected it, nodding.
Goosebumps erupted in her skin. What if the guards are somewhere? Or they’re behind her.
Or this driver works for them?
“Sir”she called.
“Yes Miss?”he looked at her from the rearview mirror.
“Never mind,”she smiled, breathing.
“Just go faster,”she added.
He nodded.
“I’m so scared,”she muttered to herself.
TBC…
