MY BESTIE & I.
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©️Sha Ron ✍️✔️
I have always been happy to be present at his grandma’s birthday party before but the thought of it pissed me off today as I prepared to go.
It’s a cool evening and the sun rays that peered into my room through my open window wasn’t hash at all, really lovely but my stomach churned.
“How will I face him” I lamented exhaling weakly, I threw the stack of clothes I was holding and fell on my bed.
How can I go there and watch him showcase his girlfriend today while my heart breaks the more, other days it has always been me and him, now… today…gosh!
I shouldn’t have come back from school to attend this party but I can’t bear to hurt his family, they care very much about me and seeing that they invited me, what can I do?
“Yvonne, aren’t you ready yet?!”
I looked at my door to see my mother standing there, all ready. Yes! Am damned because my whole family is going, even my cousin who came to visit.
“Baby girl, what’s wrong with you?” My mom asked and came to sit beside me on my bed.
“Mom, am fine, I just don’t think I will be able to go to the party” I said lowly to her, I hoped she would understand and tell me to stay back.
That she can take excuse for me but no! Today is all about our neighbors, the birthday songs are already filtering into my room.
“Come on sweetheart, you were alright just now, and you know that grandma Nuella is expecting all of us and your friends too”
“Fine! I will get ready, which of these clothes should I wear?” I asked for her suggestions, I’m too confused to think about something suitable for the party.
“Okay…let’s see…this pink gown will suit you” she said and handed me the cloth.
I wore it and a black high heel, a Louis Vuitton black bag and golden earrings.
I stood for hours and watched myself in my standing mirror contemplating whether or not I should undress and go to bed.
It was my cousin’s voice that made my legs start functioning “You look so dashing gal! Let’s go get the boys drooling over that curvy babe!!”
The funny thing is, I don’t want the boys drooling over me, I want him and him alone to drool over me, mission impossible, try again next year bell rang on my head.?
When I stepped into their house, the first person that came to me was his mother, she took us to a table where all the families are seated.
“Happy birthday grandma!” I wished his grandma a happy birthday and hugged her, he was sitted beside her and his girlfriend beside him.
“Oh my sweetie! Thanks for honouring the invitation upon all the stress from school, you are a darling and I must comment, you’re as dazzling as never before!”
His grandma appreciated and praised me, his eyes were on me but I know his mind, heart and soul belongs to the girl next to him, which is exactly what I want for myself.
Am I asking for too much? ??
“Hello babe! You look good, thanks for coming” he said and pecked me as usual.
I only nodded and went to seat beside my mother and that’s opposite him, I looked gloomy for half of the party watching them eating and smiling at each other.
My heart twisted when she drank from his wine glass, he kissed her cheek dreamily right in front of everyone present (precisely family and close friends)
He solely invited a few of his friends and our classmates back then. Vicky, an old friend of ours came to say hello to me, she whispered to my ear, “I thought it was you two”
I shook my head sadly when I understood what she meant and she left behind rage in my heart and jealousy ate me up.
This is the first time my mother attended a party in their house by the way, she and my Dad rarely has time for me talk less of partying.
Henry’s family might not be extravagantly rich, wealthy or famous like mine, but they party and merry in almost everything that happens in their lives and I love it because it brings their family together.
Family events do a great job in building relationships, but my family doesn’t think about that. They will come home late on my birthday every single year and buy me stuffs and will never throw a party.
It’s a pity I have no grand parents to visit and spend time with, neither do I know of any relative or trusted person to share my problems with, it has been Henry ever since I met him.
But now that the problem is him, who should I confide in? My mother? Or my cousin? Or my nanny? Honestly, no one and my heart is heavy with guilt and bitterness.
What a shame Yvonne! I couldn’t even get a drop of water past my neck. I left the table and went to the restroom when I couldn’t stand them anymore.
I washed my face countless times that it started to itch, thank goodness I’m not addicted to make ups, if so, it would have been a waste of items.
“Hello babe!” I turned to see a guy whom I have seen around the hall drinking, he reeks of alcohol and I see that he’s tipsy.
If not, he should have seen that this room is meant for ladies while the one opposite is for men.
I made to leave the room but he drew me back “get your hands off me!” I pushed him and moved away but he’s too strong and fast for me to duck out of the room.
He caught me again and held me tightly against himself, breathing became hard for me as he forced my lips to his.
I spat on his face and he slapped me furiously across my face which sent stars skittering around my eyes, I cried out.
I heard footsteps and someone came into the restroom immediately, it was Henry, he pulled me away from the guy and punched the guy to pulp.
“Are you alright, Yvonne?” He asked worriedly when he came to me again.
“No! Am not alright, this is all your fault!!” I poured my anger on him, I can still remember vividly the shocking look he gave me when I pushed him and ran out of the room.
I bumped into people as I ran all the way to my house, I went into my room and locked myself up, I fell on my bed and began another section of grief.
I heard bangs on the door and people calling out my name, he’s there, my parents and his family too, I heard them calling me but I gave them deaf ears…
