Taylor's POV
"Hey Terry, who the hell is this girl that is driving you crazy?" I ask Terry as he takes his phone in a hurry and start typing as fast as he could.
"She's my love!" He emphasis.
"I swear! That babe cast a love spell on you!" I roll my eyes and shake my head, as I watch Terry laughing.
"I think so!" Terry chuckles, then he continues. "Don't you have a girlfriend?".
"Am a player! I don't do relationship stuffs.... Well, I once had a girlfriend! One day she called me, only to tell me 'it's over between us'. At first I thought she was joking but then I notice she was damn serious. I started to beg her and in less than a month, I caught her in the library kissing my best friend, Joe. Rumour has it that they were dating behind me." I feel sad already but it's past now. And there is absolutely no need to get emotional.
"Sorry about that!" He says to me with a sympathetic look, before sitting at the front of my car.
"Yeah!" I turn to the girl behind my car. She's a blonde and she looks hot. "Hi pretty!" I wink.
Now she comes towards my direction in a manner I take to look sexy. Damn it!
"Hi handsome!" She says and hand a paper to me and walks back to her car side.
Haha! It's her number and name! I guess she wanna hang out. I smile and drive out of the parking lot.
The ride home was cool!
Terry is a funny dude! And he have a good personality too!
Am in my room right now, thinking of what to do kill my boredom.
I need to go on social media and try chat one or two persons online.
Yeah, that bitch wants me to call her and I will.
Licking my lips, I start to remember the memories of Helen, my ex! I miss her!
I walk up to my window side, am seeing what I haven't notice before.
Terry is in a room; laughing with someone.
I'm trying all my best to capture the face of the unknown but the other side of the curtain is covering the face. I'm very sure it isn't his mum.
Is that his room?.... That would be cool! I can easily talk to him. ' Am gonna enjoy this alot!" I mumble to myself.
It's 6pm and the sky doesn't look like it! I can see Mr Nelson, Terry's father; parking his SUV in front of their compound.
I take the paper the bitch gave me with my left hand and my phone in my right hand.
Should I call her? God damn it! I have to; I miss cuddling and more romance. It's been like two weeks I last touched a girl.
Like I say I don't date, I only have one or two with them and, that's the end...
Emily's POV
Dropping the novel am reading (the Dracula), I take in a deep breath! Am noticing a flying paper jet and now it's on my bed.
I roll over to the other edge where the flying paper jet fell. I open the letter and begin to read!
' Who's that babe I saw you with? Is that the girl you always talk about? I know you must be wondering how I got to know! Can you imagine, my room is opposite yours? This is so cool, right? I can come over anytime, without getting to enter from the main entrance. Expect more papers from me 😁.'
‘Mum, can you come over to my room?’ I say the moment she picked up my call and after a few minute, I hear her footsteps approaching my room.
“Sweetie, what’s the problem? Are you okay? Did you hurt yourself?” Mum asks while scanning me and then, the room.
I raise up the paper, ‘It seems someone mistook me for another person. I saw this letter coming through from the window.’ And mum sighs.
“This is…” She pauses as if to think of the right words, and continues, “Maybe it’s one of your brother’s pranks. You know your brother is a good joker. Don’t bother yourself with that.” She smiled before moving back to the door, “Emily, are you sure you are okay staying at home? I don’t like how you got no friends and doesn’t want to go to school. You are beautiful, smart and strong. I’m sure, people will love you. Just thing about it.” She concludes.
I nod almost immediately, ‘I will think about it.’ I reply before she shuts the door.
Here goes mum again, preaching about going out. Does she think it’s so easy? I have my mental health at stake. I hate the staring and since its school, I bet, I will be bullied all the time. also, seeing other kids doing what I would have love to do is so heart breaking. Do not get me on the wrong side, okay? I do love seeing them but, it makes me feel envious. I too want to run around, play games, go site seeing or diving or other fun things people can do with so much ease. It increases my depression and low self-esteem. The thought of being different like I am not supposed to exist.
Okay, what if I want to pee? Somethings when I wonder, those with the strong minds, if they want to use the toilet in front of crowd, how do they excuse themselves?
I’m now moody..... I just want to cry. My eyes are getting teary.
Resting my head on my pillow, I free myself as the tears roll down. Why must life be so uncomfortable?
I grab the pillow so tight, transferring my scorching heart pains to it. it feels so suffocating. I want to scream out my frustrations and tiredness. Feels like I will blow up soon. I wish Terry would come in right now but not possible, he is probably having his best moments with friends.
AUTHORESS NOTE:
I was supposed to drop two chapters but, I'm yet to type it. Please, this is fiction. Though it might relate to challenges those using wheelchair faces.
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