🇳🇬🤎BROWN SKIN GIRL🇬🇧🇺🇸
{Love across races}
Theme: She’s a Nigerian
Genre: Romance
©2025 Wizzy Babe C. All rights reserved
This book or any portion thereof may not be copied or used without permission.
CHAPTER 31&32
Nah, Ronald is his.
He won’t just kill him. He’ll make him bleed.
Make him beg for death that he’s never gonna find. Till Bryan finally gives him.
T-fair to hell isn’t cheap. One has to pay dearly.
•Flashback~10 Years Ago•
•Hospital•
Bryan ran to the lobby with Yolanda right behind him.
“Where’s my dad?!”he asked with a cracking voice as the receptionists stared at him with eyes he barely understood.
“Where the füç? is Alexander Walters? This is the hospital right? Stop staring and talk”he screamed, almost grabbing one of them on the collar, Yolanda was quick to pull him back, pointing at a nurse.
“You’re here to lead us to the ward?”she asked the nurse who stared softly at Bryan.
Even tho those eyes say ‘pity’, Yolanda hates it.
No one looks at Bryan like that. Only she has that right.
“Please, follow me,”the nurse gestured.
“Don’t worry, Bryan. He’ll be fine”Yolanda held his hand, but he was quick to remove it, running after the nurse.
Yolanda followed.
They finally got to a ward and Bryan’s legs stopped moving on their own when he saw his mom, wailing on the floor beside a bed.
On that bed is a covered body.
Dax stood by the wall, a bit far, sniffing. His eyes landed on Bryan and they glowed with hatred. Deep hatred.
“He’s dead?”Bryan asked without thinking twice.
Selena stood up and ran to him, hugging him tightly.
“It’s okay, Bryan. He didn’t survive it. The accident— it was severe. Your dad…”she burst into a fresh round of tears.
“No. It’s four days to my birthday”Bryan muttered, breaking the hug.
He staggered back till his back met the white wall, then he lunged forward, slamming his fist on a metal tray.
It fell, making clattering sounds.
“WHY DIDN’T THEY SAVE HIM!”he kicked the tray.
“WHAT FÚCKING TRUCK WILL COLLIDE WITH HIS CAR JUST LIKE THAT? SOMEONE’S FÚCKING BEHIND ALL THESE!”he screamed, suddenly growing wild
“Bryan”Selena made to hold him, he wriggled free.
“He’s acting strange”Yolanda commented, moving back slowly.
“Who then are you blaming, you little thing! You caused it. Blame yourself”Dax suddenly talked, walking closer to Bryan.
“There’s nothing we can do, we’ll just announce father’s death. Yolanda, call your parents and you..”he turned to Bryan again. “You shouldn’t cry much, you should be wishing you were never born because since you came into this world, our lives ruined”
“Dax!”Selena cautioned.
Everyone forgot Alexander because that was the last straw, Bryan pushed him with all strength.
Dax fell shamelessly to the floor. A twenty year old adult fell to the strong push of a twelve year old.
And he’s not twelve, yet.
Nurses ran in, no matter how they tried restraining Bryan, he remained wild.
Unbridled.
He sat on Dax, giving him free punches.
He’s not angry with Dax, it’s the grief he’s feeling.
Feeling of losing a father. A once loving father.
He just knows someone is behind this. Someone he knows. But maybe he’s not sure.
His grief turned into rage.
Rage that cannot be controlled.
•End Of Flashback•
Bryan removed his over-ear cans and threw it wherever, walking out without saying anything.
“Ronald shouldn’t have… he went too far”Jeremy fell on the chair, burying his face in his palms.
“Yolanda… Bryan’s gonna use her to get to him.”Freddy sniffled.
*
Collins walked in the quiet street with both hands in his hoodie pockets.
According to Yolanda, next Friday , which is the pool party, Trisha would be thrown into the pool.
But Collins isn’t that patient, he badly wants to see Bryan’s reaction when she gets hurt or when he knows what is going to happen to him soon.
Very soon.
•Night~Trisha and roomie’s Place•
The three girls are on their separate beds.
Courtney had ordered tons of dresses and she’s checking them all out.
“Here, Trisha. Try that”she threw a dress to Trisha who’s been eating Salad Cobb.
Trisha pouted and kept her plate aside, almost picking the ???y gown when Ann jumped on her, grasping it.
“What about me? Where’s mine?!”she yelled at Courtney.
“Ohh, I thought it was Trisha and I ONLY,”Courtney glanced at her.
“Fine, not like I’m interested, Yash”Ann rolled her eyes and Trisha laughed.
“Take that word back, whatever it means,”Courtney snapped.
“I won’t, Yash”Ann snapped and walked to her bed, with the dress.
“That’s for Trisha,”Courtney stood up.
“Hell, I thought I was a fashionista but Courtney is madder in dressing”Trisha took back her plate to continue from where she stopped.
“You are. You’re crazier than me when it comes to fashion”Courtney replied and jumped on Ann, forcefully collecting the dress.
They started dragging it.
“Yash!”Ann snapped.
“I’m your fúcking senior,”Courtney screamed.
“Sowie, fúcking senior”Ann retorted and the dress tore in the process.
Courtney’s eyes changed. Before Ann could beg, she already pounced on her.
Trisha rolled her eyes and blinked at her phone.
Miller: Come out.
She got to the window and peeked, indeed his Chevrolet is parked out there.
“Guys, I’ll be back”she said, slipping on her flip flops.
“Miss Africa, you wanna leave me here? I’m dying, she’s a beast!”Ann struggled to push Courtney away.
“You ripped it. It cost a fortune!”Courtney screamed, pressing her chest harder.
“Tell… tell.. Fried I love him..”Ann told Trisha and died.
“I’ll do just that”Trisha picked her phone on her bed and walked out.
“Don’t!”Ann woke up.
Her eyes caught Courtney who already left her to scrutinize the ripped gown.
“You know? this will fit you perfectly”Courtney smirked at her.
“You wanna know what Yash means? It’s an African language and it means ass!”she eyed her.
“Want a round two?”Courtney sneered.
“You bet I want that,”she replied, smirking.
Courtney pounced on her.
*
Without saying anything, Trisha opened the front door, entering.
“Hi,”she smiled.
Bryan looked up from his phone and stared shortly at her before starting the car.
“What? I thought you wanted to tell me something”she held his hand.
“No, I’m driving you to my place”he murmured.
“I didn’t plan for this…I…”she stuttered, blinking repeatedly.
“Trisha. You promised to never leave me no matter, right?”he leaned closer, whispering so low.
“R… right”she swallowed.
“So don’t complain. We’re never parting, okay?”he rubbed her chin, her lashes batted.
Her heartbeat? Abnormal.
If only he knows what he’s doing to her. Is she the only one or does he feel the same way too?
“I can at least go inform my friends,”she muffled.
“Nah”he replied, she sighed softly.
Bryan helped her with her seatbelt and he noticed her eyes.
Somehow, he felt it.
“Go on, tell them. But if you stay a minute late, then I’ll come bundle you”he teasingly said.
Trisha looked at his eyes and smiled. He smiled shortly too, pecking her on the lips to her surprise.
She quickly got out of the car, running back to the apartment.
Bryan scoffed at the lingering thought in his head.
•Bryan’s Residence•
Trisha came out of the car at the same time as Bryan.
“This is harder than I thought”she muffled.
“What part? Me driving you down here in the middle of the night or the fact that you’ll stay here till your department trip day?”he raised his brows.
“Both”she replied.
“Also, you’re making my heart beat outta rhythm”her inner woman screamed.
“You’re making me believe werewolves are real,”she said that one out.
They got together and he buried her full palm in his, pulling her carefully to the building.
“How?”he questioned without looking at her.
“I now think we’re werewolves. Maybe you’re An Alpha and I’m your Luna”she whispered.
He chuckled. “You don’t have to think, Little Angel. See to it”he replied.
They got in— to the living room— to meet Jeremy and Freddy fighting for a fried piece of chicken wing.
“Whoa, who’s she?”Jeremy blinked after collecting the wing from Freddy.
“Little Angel— quiet arsehole’s pill and passcode to unlock every one of his doors,”Freddy explained, using the opportunity to snatch the chicken back from him.
“Dude!”Jeremy groaned and hit his head, standing to walk to them.
“I don’t understand what the mad dude just explained but nice meeting you, I’m Jeremy”he introduced, without stretching out his palm.
“Trisha”Trisha smiled and placed her palm for a handshake.
Jeremy looked at the palm and at Bryan whose eyes showed nothing.
Trisha looked at Bryan and pouted, he rolled his eyes, looking away.
Jeremy took her palm, they shook but it didn’t last because Bryan broke it.
“Little Angel don’t tell Ann about this”Freddy got to them.
“About what?”she asked.
“About the fact that you saw me fighting for a piece of meat, I swear it was mine,”he confessed, making her laugh.
“Annie…”she tried talking.
“That’s enough. Goodnight, you two”Bryan butt in.
“Goodnight for what?”Jeremy blinked.
“You know what he’s saying bro, let’s go”Freddy pulled him, they went out and came in at the same time.
“It’s fúcking raining,”Jeremy groaned.
“Ra.. raining?”Trisha shuddered.
“I can’t drive while it’s raining at night. We’re staying”Freddy tried walking but the deadly look from Bryan made him raise his hands, pulling Jeremy by the shirt.
“We’ll walk to my place. If we die by drench, blame the quiet arsehole”he trailed.
When they finally left, Trisha turned to Bryan.
“It’s raining and you sent them out,”she said.
“Forget about Freddy, he’s messing with you. He’ll drive”Bryan started walking upstairs so she followed, loving the good smell of everything around her.
So sweet. Patchouli.
“So, is Jeremy a friend too? I’ve not seen him in college before”she asked.
“He’s not a student, he’s my secret informant,”he replied.
“Secret informant?”she narrowed her brows.
“Soon, Trisha”
They got to a room and Trisha already knew it’s his room.
Dim bulb, wide, almost empty, strong patchouli scent and cold like its owner.
Bryan walked to the wardrobe and brought out a large gray hoodie— his hoodie.
“According to what I know, not only does your body react to heavy drops from the sky but also extreme cold water,”he said.
“Yeah, how did you…”
“We’re bathing you with heated water then”he replied.
“we?”Trisha blinked.
“Yes, Brownie,”he said.
•Sometime Later•
Bryan carried Trisha all the way in, he carefully placed her in bed, sticking her in the large quilt.
She had fallen asleep while eating in the dinning. And yeah, he let her bathe, he didn’t actually bathe her even when he knew he’d have done that.
Sometimes, it’s good to respect one’s privacy.
He sat down beside her, observing.
Her lashes are damn long. Not artificial, yet long.
A brown girl is the one keeping him this cool?
She’s a different race, so what?
Fate brought her to him and he won’t deny that.
Bryan kissed her lashes and stood up, he only took a step when someone grabbed his wrist.
He looked back down at Trisha who was barely awake.
“Don’t leave me, I can still hear the faint sounds of the rain… it’s making me scared”she whispered under her breath.
“You want me to sleep here with you?”he asked, she nodded once.
Bryan sat back on the bed.
“Too bad, I don’t sleep,”he whispered, rubbing her chin fondly.
“Promise me two things”she shifted to feel his warmth.
“That you’ll stop fighting with Axel and make peace. He’s an arsehole I know, but it’s not his fault”she said.
“Ion do no fighting, Ion do no peace making either”Bryan replied.
“And you’ll stay here till the rain stops”she muttered, finally drifting to a deep sleep.
“Till tomorrow”he replied.
•Next Day~Cromwell Institute of Arts and Sciences (CIAS)•
Bryan’s Rolls-Royce parked at the lot and screams came from every corner of the school.
It’s Friday and the crowd ought to be lesser but not when today is the crazy truth or dare game.
It’s taking place by 8pm and everyone’s ready even though it’s just past 9am.
They can’t wait for the game.
And now, BMW just increased their joy by coming.
But the screaming died down when they saw who came out.
Trisha.
füç?, not again!
Bryan didn’t bother coming out of his car, Trisha waved the car and he drove off.
Girls fainted on one another.
Trisha ran to her friends who were also shocked to the bones.
Okay, only Courtney looks super shocked.
“Hey guys,”Trisha smiled. “What’s with the stares?”she arched her brows.
“You really spent the night at BMW’s? It’s true?!”Courtney gasped.
“Don’t tell me…”Courtney butt in before Ann could complete her words.
“You slept on…”
“BMW’s bed too”they chorused.
“Gosh”Trisha blushed.
The two exchanged glances and leaned closer to stare at Trisha’s eyes.
“Hi girls”Kelly appeared, stopping whatever question they wanted to ask.
“Gosh, you just distracted us,”Ann complained.
“He distracted you, not me”Courtney relaxed her hand on Kelly’s shoulder.
“You both are birds of the same feathers,”Ann scoffed.
“Our eyes can tell we’re not. My eyes are green, Courtney’s eyes are blue”Kelly said.
“Pfft”Ann scoffed, Trisha slapped her forehead.
“Well, the deadly rules of the T or D game… you don’t answer or do whatever you’re asked to do, you get a blood bath, you won’t wash it off for three hours”Kelly read from his phone.
“And your hair will be washed with animal faeces?”he continued.
“This semester is cool bro, last year was to allow an interested guy fúck you. Whether you’re a girl or boy”Courtney said.
“No way, there are guys who wouldn’t do that,”Trisha argued.
“Guys are more interested in the game, bro. If one is light hearted, it’s better he or she doesn’t join the game, cause it’s a must you do what you should or let someone füç? you publicly. And you can be lucky not to do anything, like me— my name has never been pinned on the wheel before. No matter how it’s spun,”Courtney said.
“Kelly? Have you?”Ann teased.
“Mine was truth. Simple”he rolled his eyes.
“Bro was asked if he was a girl who dresses as a guy,”Courtney laughed. “On another occasion, he was asked if he was gay”
Yolanda walked past them, smiling like she won a trophy.
Evil smile.
“Here’s the short lady that wears heels to be tall,”Courtney sneered.
“Pabo,”Ann added.
“Hope you’ll be able to protect your friend when the time comes,”Yolanda said.
“Hope you can protect your mouth, cause I’ll…”Trisha almost attacked her but the two pulled her back, they all walked away.
Yolanda stared at their back side, still keeping that smile.
Collins wants to play with the brown girl today and Yolanda doesn’t mind. As far as it deals with ruining her.
But for the pool party, Yolanda can’t wait to push her into the pool— without Bryan suspecting her but only her puppet— then Bryan will do something terrible that’ll make the brown girl run away from him. Yolanda just knows that’s a perfect plan.
Or if she stubbornly hangs around Bryan, then Yolanda will quicken her marriage with Bryan.
And if she still doesn’t leave, then RIP to her.
•Night~The College Garden•
The night is like a bonfire night. A burning fire ignited the garden making it beautiful.
Students trooped in.
The known and the unknown.
Over hundred students are present— eager to watch or play.
While eighty percent are screaming in delight, twenty are nervous and that includes Trisha.
She just wanna watch at least, not to be told to do what she can’t, or be asked to say what she cannot.
Yolanda was already seated, looking dangerously beautiful on her savage makeover.
Her makeup will break guys neck.
Michelle and July are seated far from each other. Michelle’s holding the necklace to her chest, obsessively kissing it.
Axel sat among the guys, staring at Trisha. The emotion is there, but she never noticed him.
Trisha walked with her friends, all dressed and glowing.
Including Kelly, the girl boy.
“Trisha”Bryan whispered behind Trisha, she widened her eyes and turned to him.
“You came,”she said.
“For you”he nodded.
“For me?”she gleamed.
“You’re ???y anyway”he commented and walked past her.
Trisha pouted slowly and joined her friends. They already reserved seat for her.
There’s a large spinning wheel hung on a board before the gamers.
Then a large drum where animal blood was filled to the brim and a bowl of faeces by the side.
All players’ names are written on the digital wheel already since they’ve signed in via phones.
“Hi gamers, welcome to another show of the Truth or Dare game. The tenth we’ll be having ever since it was introduced in CIAS!”a guy announced.
“Can’t wait,”a few giggled.
“I’m privileged to be the game starter tonight. Whoa, it’s almost eight. Brace up”he playfully said.
Trisha fanned herself with her hand.
“Fried!”Ann waved to Freddy who joined Bryan with Jeremy. He almost walked to her but Jeremy pulled him by the ear.
Courtney was already taking selfies, forcing Kelly to join her.
Trisha’s eyes moved around, they caught Dax who’s smirking at her, she rolled her eyes away and they landed on Bryan.
He’s staring back at her. No smile. No frown.
Completely undecipherable.
Trisha raised her lids to communicate with him, but he stayed that way— staring at only her.
She quickly looked away when the countdown started.
“Ten…Nine…Eight”The first gamer started.
Everyone joined, breath hitched.
“Three… two… one”He spun the wheel.
Teeth joined together till the pointer stopped at a name.
“Whoo, Jenna. Just who I was praying to ask. Truth or Dare?”he smirked.
Few started laughing. Jenna is always unlucky in the game and she never gives up on participating.
Jenna closed her eyes. Last time, she was asked to do a strip show in front of everyone, so she better choose the truth this time.
Jenna bit her lower lip before sighing.
“Truth”
“Why do you so much love the wheelbarrow séx style of all styles? I get tired of doing that with you”the first gamer rolled his eyes.
Jenna looked down, embarrassed.
“Answer!”girls screamed.
“You shouldn’t have asked that in public!”Jenna snapped.
“Of course, everyone has to know. I guess I’m not the only one fúcking you, they’re guys who’d bear me witnesses, right?”He asked.
“Right here. She asks for that same style anytime we meet, “a guy said.
“Here”another laughed.
“See? We need to know or you give us a blood and faeces bath show”the first gamer said.
“Fine, cause that’s the sweetest I know! Y’all wanna beat me?!”Jenna screamed and sat down, burying her face in her laps.
Laughs.
“füç?”Trisha and Ann muffled.
“Done here”the guy said and walked to say, Jenna was pushed to the front.
In shame, she spinned the wheel.
“Dare”a scary guy answered.
“a two-minute nookie with any girl”Jenna angrily said, walking back to sit.
He stood up and walked to a girl, pulling her up sharply.
Happy guys chanted. Even Jeremy. He loves something like this. Thank gawd he’s here. He’s with Bryan so no p, he’s free to come.
Yolanda noticed him and scoffed. “What’s he doing here?”she thought.
The guy turned the girl behind him, easily tearing her skirt. She didn’t complain, it’s part of the game anyway.
“I can’t watch!”Trisha covered her eyes.
“I never knew it was so bad like this, gosh. Courtney and Kelly are evil”Ann hid her face on Trisha’s clothes.
They could only hear the guy’s shameless groan, the girl’s moan and students’ gasps.
Courtney and Kelly watched for a few seconds before looking away, laughing.
The game went on.
“Kiss me!”a boy ordered.
“Never. You’re my ex, a used property”the girl he referred to, refused.
She did it anyway.
Courtney was asked to wet herself and she did it without stress— her ever first participation.
She walked all drenched to the wheel and spinned it, smirking when it fell on Michelle’s name.
“Dare”Michelle rolled her eyes.
“That necklace you stole from Trisha…”Courtney said. She paused to see Michelle’s reaction before continuing.
“Throw it to the fire,”she added.
“What?! My treasure!”Michelle screamed.
Ann laughed.
“Your treasure indeed.”
“I can’t throw it. Do you know where it comes from? BMW! It’s from BMW and…”
“Can you please stop calling his name? It’s making him sick since it’s coming from you”Freddy said.
Michelle almost died. No one supported her. Not even July.
At last she threw the necklace, watching it burn to ashes.
After watching it turn into smithereens, she fainted.
Nobody cared, the game continued.
Dax spinned the wheel, intentionally and secretly making it stop on Trisha’s name.
“I choose…”Trisha almost said something.
Anything at all.
“Do it again”Bryan’s quiet but sharp voice tore the air like a blade.
His eyes are on Collins alone.
“What the fúck. It’s her turn and she should fúcking…”
“I don’t repeat words, Collins. And I don’t have time”Bryan checked the watch on his wrist.
“Bryan, you’re going…”Yolanda stood up but she felt her arse back on the couch when a single glare from him sliced her heart.
She folded her fists, darting her eyes to Trisha.
“Hey dude, it landed on her name. She should choose”a guy talked.
“It’s cheating”
“It’s because of her”
“Why’s it only her!”
Axel stayed quiet.
Midge rolled his eyes, sneaking out.
Trisha almost peed on herself.
“She’s playing the game!”a guy rushed to Bryan, almost pushing him, but Bryan ducked, punching his balls instead.
He fell immediately, grunting.
“Now will everyone be quiet and let BMW continue? Gosh, I love today”Jeremy crossed his arms over Freddy’s shoulders.
“Ohh, cousin, you there”he greeted seething Yolanda.
Bryan stood up and walked to Trisha pulling her up.
“I came prepared, BMW”Collins’ voice rang.
Students gasped.
He’s holding a handgun which he’s aiming directly at Bryan.
His fingers slid unto the trigger.
TBC…
