Twisted

4: Familiar Hold

Beverly

Idiaaaa 💕
We outsideeeee x
12:45 am

Me
We? How many people are you here with?
12:45 am

Idiaaaa 💕
Tare and Vanessa are with me
Be fast.
12:45 am

It's been about twenty minutes since Idia sent those messages and all I've done is run around this room, trying to do last-minute-touch on my makeup and put my stilettos on whilst mentally crossing my fingers that she's not raging mad at me.

I thought she was joking about picking me up for clubbing when she didn't show up at the store like she promised this morning, so when I got home, I decided to relax, only for her to call me about an hour ago saying: "Hope you're ready o. I'm on my way,", now this girl is parked outside my apartment complex, and has made me dressed up under duress.

My phone rings on the vanity, and as expected, it's Idia.

I pick up, putting it on loudspeaker while sliding my feet into the left pair of the stiletto. "I just got into the elevator, you'll see me right now," I lie, rushing the sentence before she gets a word out of her mouth.

"You said that before. Bev, I'm giving you five more minutes or I'll come into that apartment of yours and drag you out... or we drive off," She friskily threatens,  her tone oozing a slight annoyance but it's better than what I imagined. Angry Idia is not the one to mess with.

Buckling my right shoe on, I say: "I promise, I'm almost there. I literally see your car."

"Keep lying, God is watching you. Latecomer,"

I chuckle before ending the call. Hurriedly, I grab the necessary things a girl needs for a night out and toss them in my handbag: lipstick (in case the one I currently have on, smears), a pair of flats (for when this six-inch stilettos adorning my feet begin to hurt), some random makeup stuff, and an already opened pack of condom... What? A bitch could get laid or something.

One last look in the mirror and I love the girl staring back at me. This ashawo gown—a skimpy dress— is going to have men perching on me, and with Tare, Idia, and Vanessa by my side, these men are most likely going to be ballers! The 1% of the 1%.

Tare, 22, and Vanessa, 23, are cousins and when I say you can never go wrong with these girls, I mean it, but their only problem is they do not know when to stop partying and that's why they always have to force me out and when I finally decide to go, I prepare for the worst.

I met them two years ago when they surprised Idia with a girls' trip to Ghana and she dragged a heartbroken me along. They were a huge contribution to my healing and 'getting over my ex', that's how we became really good friends, and last year, on Christmas Eve, we were at a private resort in Illashe partying until six in the morning... In the freakin' morning! That was the last time I partied with these babes, but tonight is a different night, I never get a break from work, and that's bad for a girl my age, so, a part of me is ready to get slutted out, and wasted.

The moment I walk out of my apartment complex, the headlights from Idia's Range Rover almost blind me, quickly I put my hand in front of my face to shield my eyes as I walk over to the car which has Asake's Terminator playing so loud, the stereos might burst.

I pull the back door open, and not only does the music get louder, the smoke from Tare's vape almost blinds me. There's a lot of going on in this car but before I care to analyze and settle in the backseat, Tare pulls me into a side hug. "This bitchhhh! I haven't seen you in forever!" She shouts over the music.