I ignored his presence and went ahead to dial my Dad’s number.
My Dad picked up immediately.
But I couldn’t just control the tears from rolling.
MY DAD: Sophie, why are you not taking your calls?
ME: Daddy good evening. I’m sorry I slept off and left my phone on silence.
MY DAD: Oh my! I can understand. I was just worried, not knowing how your journey went.
ME: I’m sorry Daddy; I said I would call once I’m awake.
(At this point the sobbing was becoming uncontrollable for me).
MY DAD: What’s that? Are you okay?
ME: Yes Daddy, I’m just waking up.
MY DAD: It’s alright then, let me leave you to boot back to normal.
ME: Okay Dad.
And he hung up***
I just threw the phone on the bed and gave a loud sob.
Felix came to hold me from the back.
I just turned around and gave him a sounding slap on his cheek.
“See, Felix or whatever you call yourself. Let this be a sound of warning to you, please avoid me from hence. Do you see that girl? She’s a woman like me. Go and right your wrongs and that’s if you care, but avoid me,” I screamed with rage as I hurriedly packed my bag, picked up my phone from the bed and headed to leave the door before a hand tried to drag me back.
I speedily removed my hand from his and left.
Felix stood there dazed at the whole happenings.
I walked angrily to the path where I could get something to take me home.
Finally, I saw a Keke-napep and it came quite handy because I saw a car’s head-light that was approaching towards my direction and I guessed it was Felix.
I told the Keke man not to stop for anybody until I get to my destination.
So he rode straight to my compound.
On our way, I called Greg all through but he wasn’t picking up.
That got me devastated the more as I got to my gate; I paid the Keke guy and rushed into my apartment as if someone was after me.
Immediately I got into my room, I slumped into my bed and cried like never before.
As I was at it, I got a knock on my door.
I guessed it was Felix, so I refused to open up.
But the person kept knocking for close to 15 minutes.
“Get away from my door or I will call security on you,” I screamed with rage.
Then the person decided to speak up!
“Sophie, it’s me Greg, open up.”
At the sound of Greg’s voice, I hurriedly stood up and opened up.
I paved the way as he walked into my room.
He seemed very unhappy, tipsy and tired.
He sat on the bed and I haven’t seen him in such mood before.
“What did he do to you?” Greg asked.
I burst into another round of cry as I sat close to him in bed and rested my head on his chest.
“Sophie, I love you so much and I can’t stand the thought of another man hurting you. Just tell me what he did to you,” Greg consoled as he pampered my hair.
I was still sobbing and I was unable to speak. While I was trying to control the sobs; a knock came again at the door.