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c h a p t e r 18: Ex In The Bin

From the last chapter, it's confirmed my readers like violence. Y'all want Seun to massacre Jackson? We'll see about that, let's gettt intoooo theeeee chapterrrrrr 😂😂😂

Calm before the storm... or whatever that quote is.

Dedicated to: TOLA_AISH for being an active commenter and reader, lots of love from me 💕

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Beverly

"Here," Zayyad says, carefully handing a tray containing food to me, keenly watching me as I sit up on the bed to take it and place it on my thighs.

"You know it was just my neck, and not my whole body, right?" I look at the two men, one sitting on my bed and the other, hurrying for work.

"It's gonna be his whole body by the end of today," Seun lowly utters but I hear correctly, I hear not just the words but the venom in them.

My heart skips a bit. " What does that even mean?"

"Quiet and eat your food," He brushes off, knotting his tie.

"Zayyad, make sure she eats. Don't leave here until she finishes the food," He instructs before kissing me on the forehead and leaving the room.

I look at Zayyad and then at the bowl of hot catfish pepper soup, a glass of juice, and two wraps of corn flour—agidi.

"What? You don't like it?"

"I do,"

"Why aren't you eating then? I can feed you if you want,"

"Ew, no, thank you,"

I unwrap the corn flour from its green leaves and begin to eat, feeling Zayyad watching my every move. "Why don't you want to press charges?"

I'm quiet for a few seconds before I say, "His parents belong to a class we certainly can't fight,"

"Who's we? We both know I, alone, can tackle his parents put together. I'll get my legal team on the case immediately,"

"I don't want any trouble, I don't want attention. His father is well known and it could get media coverage,"

"I don't care if it gets media cover–"

"Zayyad, stop. I don't want,"

He sighs, disappointed. "If you don't want it taken to court, I respect it. But it's on sight,"

"Huh?"

"You heard right," He deadpans, and the room goes quiet.

I resume eating.

"Are you okay, though?" He inquires.

"It's been three days now, yes I'm okay, just the contuse,"

"I know, but I'm asking, like mentally... are you okay?"

I swallow the lump that's quickly making its way to my throat when I remember the incident. "I... I... don't know."

With a sigh, he mutters, "I'm sorry."

"For?"

"I- I'm just sorry that you got to experience something absurd, yunno. No one deserves to feel like one wrong move and they'll never see the next day,"

"Yeah, I know, can we please not talk about it?" I quietly request, cutting a portion of the agidi and dipping it into the soup bowl.

"Yeah, sure," He grants, going quiet and resuming watching me eat.