You've got a nice story line here pls don't abandon it

fiyah please update na

nnaa eh, the last update was like 2months ago. what's happening sef

great story. but killing the vibe

kerr9:
great story. but killing the vibe

Martin0:

Martin0:

kerr9:

Why u dey look me like that na?

kerr9:
great story. but killing the vibe

You're correct sis... I made same observation to fiyah buh fell on deaf ears!

Fiyah, I hope you're alright. You have never gone off for this long. I truly pray you're fine. I miss you and your stories here.

Is everything okay Fiyah? This is highly unlike you, please type something. Just to know that you're okay, we love you!

fiyah dear, please say something so your fans will know you're alright. we're worried endlessly.

bimberry1307:
fiyah dear, please say something so your fans will know you're alright. we're worried endlessly.

seriously, I pray she's fine

I don't no why authors on nairaland keep behaving like this, you won't finish a story you see them jumping into another, hope she will finish this one on time

paqman:
I don't no why authors on nairaland keep behaving like this, you won't finish a story you see them jumping into another, hope she will finish this one on time

u are very stupid why don't u write ur own story?

**PETER**
I held the bouquet tighter like I was scared it was going to fall off if I didn't. I could feel my hand tremble as I folded it to knock on the door. I stopped to wait for an answer of any kind in the dark, cold night while my hands gave off tremor like spasms.

It was so evident I was nervous. I couldn't help it.

After what seemed like eternity of waiting, I edged forward and put my ears on the door to listen to movements. After moments of waiting, I heard nothing.

Taking a quick glance at the wristwatch fastened around my left wrist, I didn't want to believe she was asleep even though the details on my watch only screamed she should.

I tried knocking at the door once again while silently hoping I would get a response this time. I could feel my forehead dampen with sweat and that was quite surprising considering how cold it was outside. I didn't need a weather forecast to tell me how cold it was. The way my teeth clattered like an old typist typewriter was enough forecast.

I was going to try my luck at knocking on the door again when I heard rustling and prattling in the keyhole. I stopped in my tracks and waited patiently for the door to slid open with my heart literarily in my throat.

She stood in the door way, arms folded across her chest while she stared insipidly at me like an inanimate object waiting to be tossed away. She was in a brown turtle-necked cardigan whose long sleeve hand was a few inches longer than hers. The sparks I always see in her eyes were completely gone and what I see as replacement was a stomach turning blank stare.

Why a blank stare scares me so much, I don’t know. I couldn’t find the perfect explanation.

Maybe I wouldn’t be worried if what I had seen on her face was a frown or a scowl that shows she was angry at me. I am someone who agrees with this orthodox belief that if someone is mad at you enough to show it, the person still cares and would accept an apology if offered. Which explains why I was frightened by what I saw in her eyes.

She was standing right there, staring down at me like she wasn’t expecting an apology.

Like she didn’t care.

Although this might be the first time I ever admitted such, this is my greatest fear!

I want her to care about me.

A light smile spread across my face as I held up the bouquet in my hands in concerted effort to lessen the tension welling up in the atmosphere around us.

‘I’m sorry I’m late.’ I added while hopefully waiting for her to collect the flowers from me. It was hard reading what the mixture of emotions on her face suggested but either way, there was no hiding the disappointment masking it. Her face looked sullen and it was hard telling if she was actually looking at me. She seemed rather too deep in thoughts

We stayed like that for minutes.

Just staring at each other with no word leaving either of our lips.

“Peter.’ My name, being her first word ever since I got here got my attention rather too engrossingly.

'You don’t get to be two contrasting characters at the same time. You don’t get to be a jerk and prince charming concurrently. You have to choose one. Be one. Maybe you’ll find someone who will love you for who you are even if you choose to be a jerk because I am done.’ She paused for air and it was clear-cut obvious that she was at the verge of breaking down.

‘I am done hoping you would change. I am done making excuses for you. I am done having to tiptoe around you like you are some time bomb waiting for the perfect time to explode. I am done believing we might have had something which we clearly don’t. I know I might have been living in this fantasy world thinking you would be better. It might be a one sided thing; it might just be only me but I actually thought we could be better than whatever we presently are. But that doesn’t matter anymore because whatever we were is stupid. And I might have just placed my priorities and hopes too high to think you might just be ‘the guy’. I have come to realize you are not the guy. You are just another guy I risk getting hurt if I ever got tangled with.’ She said that calmly. She wasn’t angry and even if she was, she did a good job hiding it. She wasn’t screaming either. She was just standing there, delivering her statement like she had it all planned.

‘I’m sorry Peter but I guess we have to terminate what hasn’t started.’ She continued. ‘Goodnight Peter.’ She added then stood there for a few moments before she tried to shut the door in my face.

‘I…’ I started and I saw her pause. Her eyes were waiting for me.

It almost felt like she still had faith in me.

I could see it.

She still had hopes. She was hoping whatever I wanted to say would change everything.

She was expecting whatever I had to say to be a reason to change her mind.

She was so vulnerable that her desires and emotions could be read off her face.

‘I…’ I struggled to get the words out of my throat but they were stuck there and she was getting impatient.

And it was at that moment that I knew I had to do the right thing.

‘I am not the right person for you.’ I started once again, crushing the tiny flame of hope lighting up in her eyes.

‘You are right; it is a one sided thing. I really don’t feel the way you do… I don’t even know what I want! I am just a messed up, broken, stupid guy who will most likely hurt you more than you have been hurt before and you don’t deserve that.’ I paused for a frustrating sigh.

‘You don’t deserve me.’

I let the last statement linger in the air and I watched her give me the blank, hurt stare again right before she slammed the door in my face then the rustling sound of key inside the key hole, like the other time resumed.

I took a few steps backward still staring at the shut door. I sighted a trash can just right beside the front porch and dumped the flowers in it while trying so hard to refrain from yelling.

I head to my car and jumped in after which I closed the door after me.

I put my head on the steering wheel as my eyes began to sting…

It hurt so bad.

Who was I kidding?

My whole body hurt and the pain wasn’t physical in any way.

I have never felt like this before.

I really am in love.

I don’t know which hurts more; the part where I lost the only comfort I have ever felt in a while...

The only person I have undoubtedly been convinced I love.

Or the part where I lied while being conscious of the fact that if I had said the truth, I would have kept her.

I am so sorry guys. I have been very busy and I know the updates have been really slow. One thing I want you guys to know is, I would try my best to improve especially since I am almost done.


E Jo,

Bikonu,

Forgive me.

Thanks 4 d update fiyah. Hope all is owk

thanks for the update fiyah. jazakumullahu kaira

abubakarbabang7:
u are very stupid why don't u write ur own story?

. you must be insane I wasn't directing my speech to you, I known you are senseless abeg try and get once

paqman:
. you must be insane I wasn't directing my speech to you, I known you are senseless abeg try and get once

u are a brainless fool

The last update tho
I almost cried...

Oh Peter....

Thumbs up Fiyah

Pls dont let it end soon

Tanks 4 D Update

thanks for d update my lady, u deserve every compliments given to u hear. may God crown ur effort..
in BTW
dis Peter eh

dis is d first time am commenting on nairaland literature section,my dear u'r doing a great job here,tnx so much,am so attached to did story

Okay ur apology is accepted .
thanks for the update.

This Peter of a guy is so broken......fiyah well work

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U no wan give us update Abi? Me I dey vex ooo

***RHODA***

‘Here…’ David announced as he hurriedly scribbled the last name on his list of board members to approach right before handing the list to me. ‘What do you think?’ He added as I collected the sheet of paper from him.

We were lying on his, side by side and we’ve been working on this ‘list’ for almost an hour now and I could swear I was barely listening.

‘It’s okay but I don’t know. Something seems to be missing.’ I replying holding the paper a little too close to my eyes like I couldn’t see a thing even though I could see every ink on it.

To be sincere, nothing was missing. The only thing that could explain my deterring cooperativeness would be the fact that my body, my soul, my whole being is not prepared for this. Everything feels so…

I can’t find the word….

Everything feels so… not right.

‘You know there is a pen if there is anything you need to add or change… or even erase…’ He opined holding out the black pen he was scribbling with earlier. Even though his statement seemed to be the most courteous thing I have heard in a while especially if the calmness with which he said it was put into consideration, there was still no hiding the pissed off sarcasm behind his eyes.

It took me moments to decide on whether or not to collect the pen from him. I wasn’t still sure what to do with the pen but I collected it anyway. The last thing I wanted to be is appear indecisive before him but my effort at trying to seem decisive just compounded the conspicuousness of how very unready I was. I took the pen between my fingers and squiggled lightly on the paper before abandoning the effort knowing there was nothing to write and I only seemed stupid.

‘Look, David… I don’t know what it is…’

‘Of course you don’t…’ He interjected rising up and pacing the length of the bed frame while I overlooked his actions and focused on completing my statement.

‘… but I just think there is something off, something missing… maybe we just have to give it more time’

‘You know what I think Rhoda?’ As much as I wouldn’t like to know what it was, the burning determination in his eyes only communicated the fact that my opinion doesn’t exactly matter. He was going to say what he thinks whether or not I was prepared to listen. ‘I think the only thing missing here is your gut…’

I don’t know why I felt bad when what he said was simply the truth.

‘I gave you so much time to get your act together. It took you weeks to finally do that but it was okay since I understand this is big for you even though in some ways it shouldn’t be. I need to understand one thing though, are you ready? Are you ever going to be ready? If you are not, you can as well say so and I won’t have to push myself fighting for you, burning my ass off all in the light of making what you obviously have little or no interest in a reality. It’s not so hard you know. Just say the magic words and I would be off this case.’ He finished and crossed his arms over his chest in a fashion suggesting he was frustrated and impatient.

It was true.

Everything he said.
But I would be a coward backing out at this point.

I clearly don’t like the situation as it is but I also don’t know if I wanted it to change.

Okay, scratch that, I want it to change but I don’t want to influence it in any way.

‘You need to make a choice right now, Rhoda. I won’t be giving you another week to decide on this…’ He stopped around his statement as his phone lit up and vibrated just right beside me on the bed. That caught both our attentions.

He could see the caller’s ID from where he stood and I could also.

We both know who is calling even though no name was displayed. It was the same number that texted him the other day and yeah, I knew who was calling because I was forced to memorized the number the other day. Yeah it seemed a little… I mean a lot ‘not me’ coupled with the fact that I almost dialed the number this morning but I eventually decided against it when I knew David had given me no reason to not trust him.

‘Are you going to say anything or…?’ He asked cocking his head sideways and ignoring his phone like it wasn’t sitting beside me, vibrating incessantly.

‘You have a call. You might want to answer that first.’ I pointed at his phone hoping that way, it would catch his attention again and he wouldn’t have to pretend he couldn’t see it.

‘Yeah, I can see that…’

‘So, you are going to ignore it or what?’ I asked getting unnecessarily uneasy. Do I really need to worry about something now?

“Okay I get…’ He said, wiping his palm across his weary face. ‘You prefer infatuating yourself with my unimportant call than talking about the important stuff we were discussing before that distraction in form of a phone call came in.’ He said chuckling a bit even though he seemed angry.

It was at this point that his phone stopped ringing and for a moment, I was disappointed.
But almost as soon as it stopped, it started again.

This time it rang and both of us just stared at it.

‘For God’s sake!’ He cussed under his breath as he reached for his phone and swiped across it to reject the call right before switching it off, then tucked it in his short’s pocket.

‘Now, there is nothing you can obsess with.’ He added and I could see his forehead crease distressfully. He seemed to have lost his interest and stance on what we were previously discussing.

I sat upright, slipping up until I had my back rested on the wall.

‘You want to… you know… talk about that?’ I asked, moistening my lips as I became suddenly perturbed. It was hard scrutinizing his expression as I could barely maintain gazing at him for a second before looking away.
I wasn’t scared or anything… Okay, that is a lie. I was scared of what it could be that he was hiding. I never had to worry in the past and I just didn’t know what to feel if now of all the time spent in this relationship is when to worry.

I felt all the memories of our relationship flash in my eyes. I know I was over doing it but I couldn’t just bear the thought of not trusting David.

‘Trust me, you are acting paranoid. There is nothing to talk about. Like, who would have thought I have to face a jury just because I decided to not pick a call. If not picking calls require a judge and an attorney, you would be behind bars for all the calls you don’t pick.’ He presumably joked.

Although his intent was to ease the tension which was literally seeping off the walls in the room, the only thing I got the wind of was the fact that he was deflecting off the main topic which Is quite unusual and unlike him.

One thing David never does is deflect, or joke in the middle of a serious conversation.

‘See, you are just making this much more complicated that it already is. There is something about that call and I just want you to tell me what it is.’ I nervously and brusquely urged.

‘There is nothing to talk about! It’s just like any other call I don’t feel like answering and I don’t think I need to explain that to you!’ He half yelled and that just confirmed the building suspicion that there was actually something to worry about.

I watched as sweat oozed out of his forehead while he shut his eyes. Something he does whenever he regrets his outburst.

‘I’m sorry but why are we doing this? Why are we having this toxic conversation?’ He asked in a lowered voice although he still seemed tensed.

‘I don’t know. Maybe because I happened to stumble on a text which whoever is calling you sent and that actually made me discover this isn’t just another call you don’t want to answer.’ I dropped the time bomb.

‘ Like, I don’t know… Is this even the only thing I have to worry about? What else are you hiding from me…’? I splattered in an accusing tone.

I guess the discovery of what I actually knew threw him off the edge.

‘I can’t believe this actually worked.’ He said releasing the tenseness in his shoulders as he sat at the edge of the bed right next to my outstretched legs.

‘And what has that got to do with anything?’ I asked a bit surprised while trying to alienate his statement with what we were discussing.

‘it’s all Rachel’s plan. I hate it so much that she is a genius and her plans somehow always work. I never planned to tell you this but I guess I have to in order to avoid a misunderstanding of this kind some other time.’ He started gazing right into my eyes. ‘Toni, the girl that keeps calling was my ex-girlfriend. The one I dated before I met you.’

‘If I could remember clearly, we met about eight, nine years ago. Why is she calling you now?’ I asked trying to fathom what sick person wouldn’t be over their ex after almost a decade. I don’t even care if that was the jealousy speaking. It all just doesn’t seem right.

‘Yeah, that was where Rachel comes in. I don’t know how she met with Rachel but Rachel gave her my number. Her plan was to get us both worked up and it worked.’ He said flipping his arms apart as he scoffed disbelievingly.

‘Wow.’ I suddenly relaxed my nerves although, still pent up about why she was blowing up David’s phone. ‘Do you have any idea why she is calling?’ I asked hoping my curiosity would be eased with an answer from him.

‘I don’t know and honestly, I don’t want to know.’ He answered as he stretched himself beside me.

‘Why did you guys even break up? You never gave me a reason…’ I inquired further.

‘It was a childish fling… we were both infatuated to each other and we both mutually agreed to break it up when we outgrew the feeling. And I guess I got lucky, ‘cos if we hadn’t I may have never got the chance to be with you.’ He replied staring at me with a smothering smile on his lips.

I could feel the butterflies in my stomach do a flip. It’s amazing how he still makes me feel this way.

‘Okay…’ I cleared my throat. ‘About the company, how about you give me until tomorrow to make a decision. There is something I urgently need to take care of between now and tomorrow, when that’s taken care of, we can initiate the plan.’ I said with pleading eyes.

I watched him give that a thought.

‘Okay that’s fine. Tomorrow, it is.’ He replied giving me an encouraging smile.

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