It wasn't a headache, it was something different; my head kept pounding like it was soon going to explode.
Was it the multiple tears? Was it the constant thinking? Was it the pile of confusion? I just couldn't tell.
"Here, have this, it's gonna make you feel a lot better," Nicole said and sat next to me, handing over a cigarette to me and I took it from her as she lit it.
I hesitated and put the cigarette in my mouth then inhaled and began coughing.
"Ugh, you just have to be a baby about everything."
"Oh no, I'm gonna puke," I said and before I could take a step to the bathroom, I barfed on the sofa.
Depression was written all over me. Most of the times, I just sat and cried my soul out for no good reason.
I was baffled and unsatisfied, I was willing to do anything just to kill the feeling and be at peace.
I got several missed calls from my Mom. My Dad began to lay unanswerable questions that freaked me out.
"Now take this," Nicole said and gave me some pills with a glass of water. I drank the pills and threw up the next second.
"What the f**k is wrong with you? You refuse to eat or do anything. All you keep doing is making a mess out of yourself."
"Shit! I've got missed calls from my aunt, it's probably because of my Mom," I said and left with my phone in hand, dialing my aunt's number.
"Stephanie Bakewell, are you alright at all? You've been giving your mother sleepless nights!" Aunt Dabira said in fury.
"Well there is no peace for the wicked," I muttered.
"What did you just say?"
"Nothing."
"I am going to speak to your Dad, you are coming back to Nigeria next week."
"What?! Oh no, no, no. That's certainly not gonna happen. What for?"
"Stephanie…"
I sighed then hung up. "Bi**h."
I moved from the stairs and caught sight of Leonard kissing a girl at a corner. "Scumbag," less concerned, I said.
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It was Marz O'Neil's celebrity pool party and it was transcendent but I cared less. It was as though my human feelings had been locked up; I barely felt anything.
The party continued to go perfectly! What wasn't there?
There were tons of delicacies—American and chineese, gift packs, multiple cash, priceless jewelries, cars, and precious stones; guards everywhere, red carpet, paparazzi, killer outfits, big celebrities, statues made of gold and silver, bands, comedians, artists, young poets, showers of dollars like a confetti, fun activities, an award show…
Everything one could ever imagine was there.
However, I continued to be pensive and pale. Nicole as well continued to give flimsy excuses on why her Dad couldn't see me yet.
I wore my headphones and drank till I was drunk and then I eventually slept off after Nicole gave me a particular drink.
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Few hours later, I woke up on a bed in one of the rooms of the house. I felt super weak and giddy like a heavy rock fell upon me.
My body felt so different like something really precious had been snatched away from me.
I made a move to get up but I was really weak. I then gave up and layed there. I turned my head to the side of the bed and I noticed a red substance there.
I moved to get a clear view and that was when I realized that the red substance came from me—it was blood!
"B-blood?" I said, confused and forced myself to get up.
There was so much blood coming from me, I had never seen that much blood in all my life.
I began to get pictures of the previous hours.
When Nicole gave me the drink, I felt so unrelaxed and drowsy and later on, I felt like I was being carried by someone. I also saw Leonard touching me and that was all I recollected.
On remembering, I began to shed tears and touched the blood which kept flowing out of me.
Immediately, Nicole barged in with a bouncer like she had been struggling to do so.
"I've been trying to get in," Nicole said and sent the bouncer out. "Oh my gosh! What happened? Were you raped?" Nicole asked as she rushed to me, staring at my stream of blood with muddled eyes.
"Leonard," faintly, I said
"That son of a bi**h!" she said in ire and rang a bell at the corner of a room. In few minutes, a maid hurried in and tried cleaning me up.
"Miss Martin, don't you think we need to take her to the hospital?" the maid asked and Nicole replied, "no. That'll trigger questions and Leonard will get in trouble."
"Isn't that what we want?" I sniffled.
"No more questions. Now you, leave," Nicole chased the maid and she left. Nicole got a bottle of an alcoholic drink and poured it out in a glass. She held my neck and forced it into my mouth. "Drink up okay?"
Afterwards, she gave me some pills and I swallowed up.
In few minutes, I began to puke all over myself. It felt like I was going to lose my breath any second. Nicole panicked and tried to calm me down but it didn't stop, I was extremely weak.
"I didn't plan for this to happen, I did not plan for this shit to happen. Goddamn Leonard of a douche!"