Beauty and Gaston - 1

 

I could hear his footsteps as they got closer. They slowed down when they got to the cupboard I was hiding in; it was as if he could sense that I was in there. I stopped breathing for a minute or two because I was afraid that he would hear the raspy breath that was struggling to escape from my lungs.

I knew that the blood trail I had left would lead him straight to the kitchen because I had made sure to drag myself there and then back to my hiding spot, but I was still afraid that the blood oozing from my wounds would spill out of the cupboard and give me away.

He stood there for a while, to me, it seemed like 30 minutes, and slowly began to walk away. He took a few steps to the table, which was in the middle of the room, dragged a seat towards him, and took a seat. He knew that I knew that he knew that I was there. I was busted and was down to two choices: it was either I came out on my terms in the current level of pain I was experiencing, or he would drag me out in even more excruciating pain.

As I struggled to calm myself down, he got up and put the chair back where he had pulled it.

 My time was up, and he decided for me. Any bone that had survived what I had just gone through would be broken in the next five minutes. With every step he took towards me, my breath became shallower and shallower till I was barely breathing when he turned the knob to open the door…..

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14th May 2013,

Dear Diary,

I think that I have met the most annoying person on this planet. He is just so full of himself. Who refers to himself in the third person these days? Weird and arrogant people, that’s who.

Can you believe that even when he tried to apologize to me after pouring coffee all over my white shirt, he said, “so Papa Kwesi apologizes for pouring coffee on you”? How annoying and dramatic!

I hope I don’t meet the likes of him any time soon; not when I need all the time I can get to study for my Taxation paper. I can afford to fail in my last sem in this hell hole. I gotta get out of here ASAP.

Ei speaking about that, can you believe that Priscie has finally grabbed. We never thought it could happen, but it finally did, and it was to that guy that she kept insisting that was her ‘prayer partner’ Prayer partner indeed. Anyway, it is good that she isn’t going to leave Uni as a virgin- Praiiise be to God!!!

Ato and I decided to go our separate ways for good this time. I am sick and tired of his cheating ass, and I guess that he meant the same when he said that he was tired of competing with others for my attention; talk about insecure guys… *rolling my big beautiful eyes*…

From the way that I see it, it is good riddance to bad rubbish. It will definitely give me the freedom to lure that new guy Alvin I think his name is. I heard that he gets GHȻ3500.00 each month just for chilling, and I can definitely help him spend it.

Dad and Mum are still Dad and Mum- a.k.a BORING! – But I don’t care as long as they don’t pry too much into my affairs: boys, partying, and of course, ITEM 13, if you get what I mean. *wink wink*.

So, I am off to this rendezvous thingy with my ob-gyn. I hope that this time around, he doesn’t find anything to discuss with my parents.

Love

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