Chapter 3

• As I stepped out of the house, I had this feeling of weakness to go back inside and sleep or maybe watch TikTok videos or read a book.
• As I stepped into the hood with no place in mind to go, I decided to go to where my spirit would lead me.
• I took steps as I walked along the alley. I finally decided to order an Uber. I clicked on my Uber app and ordered a ride.
• A few minutes later the Uber arrived and I hopped in. Still without an idea of where to go. I finally decided to go to the Cinema to watch a movie and chill down with an ice cream or popcorn.
• The driver drove really fast and soon we arrived there. I stepped into the Cinema, bought a ticket, and jolted down into the Cinema seat.
• At first, I didn't notice that everyone was in two's. As I looked around, everyone at the Cinema sat with partners making me remember Xavier.
• I immediately pushed away the thoughts, after all, he was busy.
• After thirty minutes of watching the movie, my belly started sprouting with pain.
• I decided to use the restroom and maybe try to ease myself or defecate if it would ease the pain.
• Standing up from the seat, I hurried to the restroom and immediately I got there. I didn't reach the toilet seat as I felt my feces almost leaking from my ass.
• I immediately sank into the toilet seat and freed myself from the pain
• After releasing myself, I stood up and walked out of the toilet where I was. I decided to go back to watch the movie but paused by the mirror to make a video.
• While I stood there making videos, I heard sounds of groans. That groan sounded like my boyfriend's voice whenever he cums badly. I waved off the dirty mind building in me.
• But still, the thoughts were still coming as the sounds came too. I listened closer, the voice was still coming louder, in gasps and screams from strokes that seemed really hard on the lady being hammered.
• I tried to close my ears and then, I also wanted to trace where the sensual moans were coming from and maybe peep through and watch them enjoy.
• Like I said, I am a crazy, weird girl. I mean who doesn't like such scenes?
• I stopped the video I was making, taking steps to find where the noise was coming from. Finally, I reached where the sounds came from as I got closer to where the moaning sound from the thrusts.
• The sound became louder and clearer,
• It was toilet number sixteen. As I peeped in through the hole to figure out who the two people were. The figures I saw there were looking like people I know. My eyes first landed on the lady's hand.
• The bracelet she wore was a black pebble and green pebbled colored bracelet and a strap. My heart started palpitating faster and I could feel my head spin.
• Even though I couldn't see exactly who they were because they were backing the door and it was a doggy position they were in, making the lady in front and the guy standing at the back give hard and deep thrusts making her scream and shiver.
• About the bracelet that made my heart beat, it was only my best friend Jamie who usually wore her bracelet that way and she rarely took it off.
• I hoped it was a coincidence and looked closer, trying to see who the guy behind me was. There was nothing bad if my best friend had sex, I mean that was her personal life.
• What made me scared was the bracelet and the voice that let out the groins. Immediately the universe decided to answer my question and they changed the sex position.
• They stood straight and turned to cuddle and the guy began smooching her breast. Though I couldn't still see their faces well, I could see beneath their faces.
• After ten minutes stranded there to watch them, I couldn't stand anymore and I got tired so I decided to leave because my feet hurt me.
• At the same time, they were rounding up, so I waited a bit.
• The guy jerked off the remaining cum of his d**k and put his Pen**s back into his trouser while the girl watched.
• I decided to move away from the door because they were getting ready to come out. I went two feet apart from the door and pretended to be on my phone.
• As I opened my phone, I could see that my boyfriend's location was still at the Cinema.
• "What he told me he was having lectures, or is he done?" I said silently to myself when I heard the door creak open.
• The door opened revealing two figures that seemed familiar and we're now familiar. The guy with the hoodie stepped out first and lifted his head as he turned in my direction.
• My soul left my body for a split second as our eyes met. That person was no one else apart from my boyfriend Xavier who told me he was busy with his academic workload.
• The shock on his face was evident with unease as if he saw a ghost but he quickly smiled and walked up to me. " Oh babe, what are you doing here? " He asked, acting all innocent.
• My mouth felt heavy to talk, because what my eyes saw and heard was wild for my mental health. I didn't say a word to him and immediately the lady stepped out and jiggled in her jean trousers before zipping up.
• Finally, to satisfy my skepticism and bad feelings, she turned her face to check which direction my boyfriend was and she called out his name,
• "Xavier?!!"
• My soul left my body again and the lady was I quickly walked away and my chest churned with pain, this pain was no ordinary pain It was pain from something I couldn't tell. Maybe it was called love.
• I did not go back to the movie hall again, I went out straight out and ordered a ride back home.
• While inside the Uber, I tried to hold back the tears from coming out of my eyes. I blinked over a million times, I wished the speed of the vehicle was like the speed of light, and in the blink of an eye, I would be home.
• But no!! The ride took an eternity.
• Finally, I got home after a long ride. I got into the house to see my mom preparing my favorite meal, sushi rolls and soy sauce.
• The aroma of the food filled everywhere, almost blocking my nostrils.
• "Hey, Becky you home?" My mom asked when she raised her head to see me open the door.
• I replied, "Yes ma'am". My voice could be barely heard.
• "How'd your day go?" She continued to spark up a conversation but my soul was too troubled and angry to speak.
• I was angry, anger is an understatement. I was even.
• More like, I was angry at myself and not my best friend who betrayed me and my useless boyfriend Xavier.
• " My day went well, I guess"
• " How did yours go?" I managed to ask and stood with her for a while before going to my room.
• "It went pretty well, you know? After work today I went to Jamila's place. And right now I'm tired."
• "Sorry Mom" I replied walking away.
• ***
• Weeks had passed by since my mom started dating the Irish man named Aidan.
• My mom called me one morning to inform me about Aidan's arrival by noon for dinner and that did not trouble me, what troubled me was how happy she was while saying it.
• As I waited to meet the man who made my mother's heart shiver.
• Soon, the doorbell rang, giving a sign of his arrival. I took a deep breath and opened the door, trying to hide my anger to see him with a forced smile which I extinguished immediately.
• Standing before me was a tall, handsome man with striking green eyes and a warm smile. His aura oozed confidence and something else I did not like.
• "Hello, Becky," Aidan greeted me with a smile, extending his hand for a handshake.
• "It's wonderful to finally meet you." He said and brought out his hand for a handshake.
• I shook his hand, offering a smile in return. "Nice to meet you too, Aidan."
• He stepped inside, carrying a bouquet of flowers.
• "These are for you," he said, handing me the colorful arrangement of flowers.
• "A small token to show my appreciation for welcoming me into your home." He said to me but I don't think he should be giving me flowers for any reason.
• I'd burn them afterward.
• Well, I let go of the thought and I accepted the flowers saying " Thank you"
• As we made our way to the living room, I observed how Aidan interacted with my mom.
• They shared gentle touches, exchanged glances filled with affection, and laughed together as if they were the only two people in the world.
• Throughout the evening, Aidan made an effort to engage me in conversation.
• He asked about my interests, and my dreams, and listened attentively to my responses.
• He seemed curious about getting to know me and maybe a positive impression from me.
• Aidan also spoke about his own life, recounting tales of his Irish upbringing and his love for adventure. He painted vivid pictures with his words, allowing me to escape into his stories and momentarily forget the grief that had consumed me for the whole.
• As the night drew to a close, Aidan turned to me with a solemn kind of sad facial expression which I don't like.
• "Becky, I want you to know that your happiness and well-being are important to me.
• I understand that losing your father was a tremendous loss, and I am here to support you and your mom in any way I can." He said while grabbing my mother's hands tightly on the table and not mine.
• His words touched me deeply and resonated with the pain, longing, and anger that I had been carrying since my dad's passing.
• "Shut the fuck up you bloody asshole. You can't replace my dad" I became mad immediately and ran to my room.
• Mo...mmm chased me as I slammed the door behind me, I knew she was coming to talk to me about it and about me being rude too.
• "I'm sorry Aidan, you know she is still a child." I heard her apologize to her new motherfucking lover.
• I am not a child... I know I might have been rude but I do not give a damn about it. "Becky does not give a damn". BDNGAD is my acronym.
• Becky!!!!" My mom yelled from the living room.
• "Becky!!!" She called me again but I did not answer her. I quickly locked the door and lay down on my bed.
• Hot tears rolled down my eyes. I could not still believe that my mom was dating. It would be funny to me if they broke up later but I miss my dad. I could still hear her calling my name.
• Footsteps came closer to my door and I knew it was my mom's coming. The person started knocking at first slowly, I thought it was my mom who was knocking but the voice that called me was a good piercing masculine calm voice that could soothe some part of my soul.
• " Hey, Becky," He said after knocking but I did not reply thinking he would go away.
• " Becky?" He still began again.
• " Hey look nigga, Sir, I don't care who who are and who gave you the right to come up to my room door. You are breaking and intruding in my space and privacy. You are also messing with my mental health".
• no one else than my best friend Jamila whom I trusted.