🇳🇬🤎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 19&20
“Wait, what’s a yash?”she asked no one in particular.
•What the fuck is a yash?
•Anyone knows what it means?
•Who cares? It’s funny
•Ask ChatGPT
•Google it.
“I’m on it, don’t worry!”Ann screamed, tapping on her phone.
“Listen. It’s an African language— Nigeria, precisely. It’s N-yash and it means Arse! So Miss Africa means Hollander has flat arse!”Ann announced.
The whole cafeteria erupted in laughter.
Yolanda couldn’t move from her spot.
Did the Black bitch just disgrace her?
“Did you dare…”she marched to Ann.
“Frying pan yash, you’re not tired?”A guy screamed.
Laughs.
Yolanda folded her fists, her sharp nails dug into her skin. She bled, hot sweat dripped from her forehead.
Her eyes got to her useless puppets and she glared before marching out.
All in her mind was ‘destroy’.
•Ah swear, today’s the best day of my life
•The Brown Skin Girl needs to be hugged.
•I thought I hated her, but nahh
•She gave Yolanda back to back.
“If y’all wanna learn Miss Africa’s language, come to me first. Fee is affordable, £40 per week”Ann announced and ran out.
Kelly smiled at his phone screen.
He also searched the meaning of ‘Frying pan yash’.
He stared at July and Michelle before walking out.
•Trisha and Ann’s Place•
“You’re a badass!”Ann screamed, jumping on her bed.
“BMW will be proud of you”Kelly said, he’s currently lying on the third roommate’s bed, with hands spread.
“Oh please. I just told her that cause she was getting outta hand”Trisha scoffed, swinging her legs behind her on her bed.
“Hmmm”Ann smiled.
“Hey”Trisha eyed at her.
“One doesn’t have to tell me you’re not crushing Bryan. Especially now that he got you an expensive necklace, think about the future ones he’ll get for you, shoes, make-up kits, designer wears…”Ann listed.
“Just as how you’re crushing on Freddy?”Kelly butt in.
She pouted and fell on her bed.
“maj-a, na geu sa-ram jo-a-hae(Yeah I like him)”Ann said in Korea.
“What’s that?”Trisha looked up from her phone.
“I said, Kelly’s lying I was crushing on him. Not until he called me ‘blind’”Ann rolled her eyes.
Trisha and Kelly laughed.
“Hey it’s true. I hate him now”she snapped.
“Let see how it goes”Kelly smirked.
“But I think miss Africa also like the Axe guy”Ann looked at Trisha who sat up frowning.
“Annie, he’s Axel. Why do you love ruining people’s name?”she groaned.
“That’s cause I don’t fancy him.”Ann rolled her eyes.
“He’s a friend. He has no bad intention…”Trisha tried explaining.
“You don’t see bad people going around with ‘bad’ written on their foreheads”Kelly said.
“Exactly”Ann said. “Like you, you’re bad. What are you doing on our last roomie’s bed? You wanna steal her from us when she gets back huh?”She added, facing Kelly who sighed.
“Yeah. I’ve stolen her already. Her name’s Courtney. She’s a second year student.”he replied.
“Gosh, you even know her before us! Ahhhh”Ann screamed.
Trisha and Kelly rolled their eyes.
•Night~ Bryan’s Residence•
Bryan relaxed on his balcony, smoking his life out.
Freddy will be sleeping now, he just knows.
Well it’s past 2am so it’s normal.
But Bryan? He can’t sleep. He’s diagnosed with chronic insomnia.
Bryan immediately pressed a button on a table behind him and the large gate was widely opened.
A car rolled in.
Dax got out with Ronnie on his arms, looking up at Bryan.
“Knew it, you’d be up there. Devils don’t sleep yunno?”he said loudly.
“And little pests never gets tired of begging death from the devil”Bryan replied in the same friendly tone.
Tho his was laced with venom.
“Won’t you come up, stepbrother? Or you wanna die down there with your dog?”He asked.
“Love the offer”Dax smirked and disappeared inside.
Some minutes later, he was with Bryan at the balcony, both staring at the beyond.
While Dax caressed Ronnie, Bryan smoked.
“You’re diagnosed with Intermittent Explosive Disorder, Bryan. Smoking only feeds your madness — and you still smoke?” Dax said.
Bryan didn’t bother replying. He took a long drag from his cigarette and exhaled, the smoke curling toward innocent Ronnie.
The poor dog started coughing.
Dax immediately moved away, patting his dog.
He made sure Ronnie got itself before placing the dog carefully on the floor.
Then he charged towards Bryan, almost punching him but the crazy guy ducked.
“You bastard!”he yelled.
“I was twelve when my father died. From the look of things, you’re the bastard. You grew without a father!”Bryan spat.
“Yeah, mom gave birth to me for the unknown. She was fúcking raped before she got married to your dad but at least I didn’t kill my father. Mom married your dad while pregnant of me. After my birth, it took eight fúcking years before they could get a child. And getting you was Hell for your father because you killed him!”That was all Dax could say, Bryan greeted him with a punch.
He tried holding himself but he fell all the same.
“What? You don’t wanna listen? Your birth was the biggest mistake ever. Mom couldn’t birth after you, your father’s fame started crushing and as if it wasn’t enough, few days to your fúcking twelve year old birthday, he planned on making it big but what happened? He died in a car accident!”Dax yelled, Ronnie barked at Bryan who stood with burning eyes.
“What you gonna do? Kill me too? Punch me till I die? I wonder how mom still love you much”Dax continued, smiling with bloody teeth.
Bryan almost grabbed him and destroyed his face with different punches but his thoughts stopped him.
“You can’t control yourself”
“You’ve got IED man, you don’t think before acting”
“Only gawd knows how you’ll make a family”
Bryan groaned out, his fists trembling.
“Bryan”Freddy rushed in.
“Bryan!”Yolanda entered too. Seems the gate is still opened.
Bryan picked his cigarette which is still burning, he stabbed whoever is stopping him from moving.
Yolanda.
She quickly moved aside, and he left.
“Ouch, that hurts”she rolled her eyes, moving closer to Dax. Her fingers, rubbing the burnt part of her neck.
“You really wanna die in my Boyfriend’s hand right? At times like this, you shut up.”she scolded.
Freddy looked at them both and shook his head, walking away.
“Use the exit, or you both remain prisoners”he trailed.
Dax helped himself up to the couch there, wiping his lips with the back of his palm.
“Seen Ellison?”he looked at Yolanda who shook her head.
“Why do I need to see that old fool?”she frowned.
“Because, apart from therapy classes and drugs, You were once his calmer until you made him realize you were only pretending to be sick like him to have his fúcking attention”Dax glanced at her.
“Pretence or not, I really love Bryan…”Yolanda said.
“You mean obsessed?”Dax asked, Ronnie jumped on his laps.
“Whatever you say. I must have him, better buckle up if you want your hotel as top notch or I ask dad to crush it”She rolled her eyes.
“And who says you won’t have him? He’s the heir and I don’t like that, I want you both together so he’ll maybe take over your father’s while I maintain my office of the CEO in my company. I can’t afford to lose it”Dax replied.
“We should leave before Bryan locks his home. You know there’s no amount of pleading and ranting that’ll change his mind”he added, standing up.
“You know? I think I’ll really need to see that old man, Ellison”Yolanda nodded.
He looked back at her.
“Cause I think Bryan’s getting attached to another female”she added.
•Bryan’s Room•
Bryan didn’t bother taking the pills Freddy brought for him.
He just took a drawing sheet from his Atelier and came back here, sitting on his bed in his almost dark room.
Different thoughts flowed in.
Different traumatic scenes.
He unwrapped the sheet and Trisha’s face came into view.
It’s a drawing of only her face— her smiling face.
Maybe now, her picture is his panacea.
But soon, it’ll be her.
Bryan stared at the drawing addictively. He fell on his bed, placing the sheet on his chest.
Somehow, it worked.
His head calmed.
His eyes went shut.
Even tho he wasn’t sleeping, he had peace.
•Next Day~Yolanda’s Home•
“You both couldn’t do a thing and you wanna work with me to bring the bitch down?!”Yolanda yelled, ruffling her hair.
“I’m just letting her think I’m weak”Michelle replied, her voice, so venomous.
She hates being someone’s puppet.
“And now she called me what yesterday?”Yolanda glared.
“Frying pan…”July tried answering.
“I fúcking know, fuck off!”Yolanda pushed her away.
She slammed her back on the wall, wincing hard.
Michelle chuckled and started walking away.
“It shouldn’t annoy you much, the brown girl is just stating the fact. I’ll advise you go for BBL”she said.
Yolanda folded her fists in anger.
“I’m only with you to stop the bitch. Let’s see ourselves like partners in crime”Michelle added and disappeared.
“You’re my fúcking puppet. I’ve called you one, you disobey me, I destroy you!”Yolanda screamed.
July didn’t say anything, she just ran out.
“The black bitch dare called me flat? A pan yash?”Yolanda paced.
She walked to the mirror, stripped herself fully naked, got her phone and took countless pictures of her back side.
She sent a few photos to her secret chat group.
Witch: Am I flat?
Toy: Kinda.
XXX: you’re fine.
BY: Nah, you need to enlarge your butt. WTF am I seeing?
BL: Delete this, my eyes!
SH: So un-sexy😡
Demon: Lol😂, I’m seeing a pancake. Is this how you are, Witch?
Yolanda got tired of reading, so she turned off her phone screen, groaning.
Then she turned it back on, going to the line she saved as ‘Third Puppet’
“I’m getting impatient. Know her weakness and lemme know! If she survives that then we move to face two! I need her ruined in three months!”she screamed and hung up, not waiting for whoever is on the line to speak.
She threw her phone to her mirror in anger.
•CIAS•
Trisha walked out of the females washroom to see Midge, with bandaged forehead, staring at her.
“What?”she glared.
“Look, I shouldn’t have collected the wicked blows, I was just receiving orders”he replied.
“What orders?”she asked.
“Sorry I tried kissing you. Never knew you were BMW’s fuck mate”he said.
“I’m not…fuck you”Trisha groaned.
“Well, I just wanna warn you to be careful…”
“Hey Trish”Axel called.
Midge raised his hands in surrender and walked away.
Trisha batted her lids, Axel got to her and tapped her.
“Been looking for you. Now that class is over, what you wanna do?”he asked.
“You’ll laugh”She replied.
“I won’t, I promise”he said.
“Fine, I wanna watch cartoons.”she said, he laughed.
“You promised”she hit his elbow.
“Sowie, it’s funny and childish”he chuckled.
“Take the word back or I’m not talking to you”she started walking away.
“Fine”he groaned, smiling as he followed her.
•Male’s Washroom•
Kelly walked to the sink, ready to use the lever when July entered.
“Hey”she waved with her fingers.
Kelly looked around and frowned at her.
“What are you doing here? I guess you know this is the male’s washroom?”he asked.
“I know”she mummured.
“Hmm?”he tilted his head to a side.
“Diner tonight? Bills on me”she said.
Kelly looked at her and burst into laughter, making her pout sadly.
“Aren’t you Michelle’s bodyguard?”he asked.
“I’m…look, I’m more than what y’all think. I know you think Michelle feeds me because her parents are doing fine in Italy but…”July tried explaining.
Kelly shook his head and walked past her.
“Look for your type”he said and disappeared.
“If only you know who I am”she mumbled and sighed.
*
Ann groaned as she walked out of her block.
“I hate today”she complained, stucking her hand in her bag to get her phone.
“Why?”Freddy asked behind her.
“Everything. I’m famished, I’m tired, I’m sad…”she stopped listing when she realized it’s Freddy’s voice.
She looked back to really see him staring at her.
“Fried”she swallowed.
“Yunno? I really love that name”he nodded.
Ann smiled and blushed same time.
Then she fúcking remembered what Kelly said.
Her face changed into a deep frown, making Freddy squint.
“Bye!”she screamed and ran away.
Freddy pinched the middle of his brows, biting a side of his lower lip.
•9pm~Night•
It’s raining like mad.
It’s hard seeing vehicles on the streets and the few ones are taking full speed to take them to destination ASAP.
It started raining since seven and since then, it hasn’t gotten any better.
Worse upon worse.
Trisha wouldn’t have visited the mall this late evening, she’d have waited till tomorrow.
But then, her silly crave for goldfish crackers won’t make her wait.
She knows it was gonna rain but she thought she’d get home before it starts Now? she’s stuck.
She was on her way back home when the sky broke into two. Rain poured like storm. She had to look for a place to hide and it still isn’t possible.
There’s no place.
She’s been hiding under a little shade but it’s doing her no good.
Now, she’s squatting, hugging herself like she’d evaporate soon.
Her goodie bags has been rolled away with the current.
She’s fúcked.
Since Trisha turned seven, she became ombrophobic. She hates rain more than anything.
That’s why, anytime it looks like it’s about raining, she locks herself in.
But now?
Now…
•FLASHBACK~11 YEARS AGO•
At age seven, Trisha was in upper basic(Nigerian system).
Since it’s break, Trisha and her mates are outside, playing in the play garden under teacher’s watch.
“Lemme get more teddy bears”Trisha grinned, running to another side of the garden where loads of toys are kept.
The silly children’s doing.
Suddenly, the sky turned dark, signifying the sign of heavy rain.
The teacher immediately ushered the children around her to the class, before the rain starts.
Trisha, oblivious of what was happening made sure she filled her bag with little teddies.
The rain started drizzling but she cared less.
Infact, children loves rain so she started dancing under the rain, forgetting she has toys to deliver to her playmate.
Not until, the rain got worse and Trisha got drenched and exhausted from dancing.
She weakly pulled her bag back to their playing spot only to meet emptiness.
The day got darker, wind got heavier, the toys started moving with the current.
Trisha wisely held unto something, shouting for help.
She successfully got to her classroom door banging on it.
“I’m outside! I’m outside!”she screamed but the heavy rain overpowered her tiny voice.
“Daddy! I’m cold! Teacher!”
•END OF FLASHBACK•
RAIN — her greatest fear.
Even though years have passed, Trisha still can’t forget that day. The day she got drenched, lost, and sick.
Since then, she’s feared the rain. And because she fears rain, she fears water — any deep water.
The river.
The ocean.
Even the pool.
She can’t swim.
Nothing will ever make her do that.
“Gawd…” she mumbled faintly, her body trembling as she lost balance.
Her eyes fluttered shut, accepting her fate.
She released herself completely, falling toward the cold, wet ground.
But before she could feel the pain—
a strong arm caught her midair.
The sudden warmth pressed against her soaked skin, firm yet gentle — she was being held, like a fragile thing.
Carried… in a bridal style.
Her shaky fingers clutched the wet fabric of his shirt.
Her voice barely escaped her lips.
“Mill…”
And with that, Trisha slipped into unconsciousness.
TBC…
