SWEET REVENGE ~ (Editing On-going)

Chapter 46

Ola's POV

▪▪▪ Everything went well with Nene and i. We had the best time at the club and we even made sweet love... who would have thought that a holiday we both had planned to enjoy all alone, would turn out to end badly like this?

If i knew Nene would see my 'Catch Book', i would have long destroyed that damned book. Look what it has cost me? I'm being hunted by my past deeds. How do i make Nene understand that the book and it's content was my past and i'm so done with that kind of life?

I still can't get over the horrific sight... the sight of Nene hurting herself all because of that damn book and also because of my refusal to say those three (3) letters : 'L.O.V.E'

I detest thinking of that word much less uttering it. I cringe each time i try to bring myself to say it.

Why did Nene have to put me on the spot? I tried so much to say it when she asked me to, but i was suddenly tongue-tied...

As Nene ran upstairs, i ran after her... i just want her to drop the ice pick before she hurts herself again. Does she even realize that she's hurt and bleeding?

She slammed the door and locked herself in, even before i could catch up with her.

I stood in front of the door feeling terrified. I was practically shaking from the crown of my head to the tip of my toe. I drew in a deep breath and let the air out then i banged on the door... i hoped and prayed that Nene's ok. I heard her screaming and crying at the top of her voice as i continued to bang on the door...

"Nene, please... i'm sorry... please... open the door... don't hurt yourself please... please, let me have the ice pick... don't hurt yourself, please." I kept banging the bedroom door. I was crying and pleading with her.

"LEAVE ME ALONE! GO AWAY! I DON'T WANT TO SEE YOU! I NEVER WANT TO SET MY EYES ON YOU AGAIN!! DON'T COME NEAR ME! I HATE YOU! STAY AWAY FROM ME! I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU!!" She screamed.

"I PROMISE... I'LL STAY AWAY BUT PLEASE, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD DON'T HURT YOURSELF! OPEN THE DOOR AND LET ME HAVE THE ICE PICK THEN I'LL LEAVE... I PROMISE YOU! I WILL EVEN LEAVE THE HOUSE FOR YOU COMPLETELY... PLEASE, DON'T HURT YOURSELVE! Huh!" I kept on pleading, crying and shouting at the top of my voice while i bang so hard on the door.

After a while, i couldn't hear her voice any longer so, i figured that she's exhausted and she has probably slept off. I slowly bent down then i sat down on the ground, in front of the bedroom door.

Still in tears, i rest the back of my head on the door and pulled out my phone from my pocket. My instinct told me to give Lola a call and i'm so glad i followed my instinct.

"Hi L.D, how are you doin..."

"Lola! Wahala ti sele oo. Temi ba mi oo! I need your help! Please... please... Lola... please..." I totally broke down crying over the phone.

(P.S: "...Wahala ti sele oo. Temi ba mi oo!..."

This is yoruba language which translates to mean:

"...there is trouble (or a problem) oo. I'm done for (or I have done myself)!...")

"Hey! What's wrong! Calm down... did you guys have a quarrel?!" Lola replied sounding very worried.

"It's... it's more than a quarrel... i messed up, Lola... i messed up big time! It's only you whom i know... can help me out... please... i don't know what to do anymore... i really mess up... i fucking messed up... i need you to come over as soon as possible... please." I pleaded with Lola while i continued crying as i spoke.