Sprawling her legs and arms in bed, she couldn't help but recollect her life in the past week. It was still early in the morning, and she wasn't going to work until 8:00 am. So, she just lay there and thought randomly about her life. Being the kind of person she is, Malia knew that there wasn't much value she could add to anyone or anything because she didn't go to college.
As she lay there looking at the ceiling, her mind flew away into different scenarios, and that is when she realized that It had been a week since she had recklessly given herself to a stranger, something that was shameful on her part. She desperately tries to forget it each time it appears in her mind. Not one of the best decisions ever. After all, one good thing happened: she got the freedom she had always dreamed of, even at the expense of her first time with a total stranger. She always wondered if that man also thought the same; was it his first time too, or was she among the pool of women he had slept with?
'what are the odds that he was a virgin too? How ironic' Her subconscious mocked her. The mere thought that she was just any other girl to him that night was like a slap to everything she had held dear. She knew that she didn't have much to show in terms of achievements at her age, but she had always wanted her first time to belong to that man who truly deserved her. 'what a waste,' she thought.
She should have gone to the hospital to check for any possibility of a disease transferred to her during sex with the stranger. Instead, realizing the importance of a check-up, Malia sat upright in bed and pulled her hair in frustration. "God, please, don't make me sick; I will keep myself from sleeping carelessly with any other man who is not my husband.
Malia had previously not given it that much thought. Still, thinking about it deeper, she called herself stupid severally, picturing herself with something like a dangerous sexually transmitted disease. Then, grabbing her and pulling it again, she couldn't help but scream. She was frustrated, and her eyes were reddening because she wanted to cry.
Everything else aside, though, she was glad that it wasn't one of those men that her aunt tried to force her way. She remembers how her aunt had constantly wanted to use her to please some of those old he-goats that she did business with. So she was glad that she stood her ground at that moment and never gave in.
That was one of the reasons that her aunt's aggressiveness towards her had increased; she would slap and insult her to the point that Malia felt so worthless. Some of the things that her aunt said to her that constantly rang in her mind were 'You are useless, worthless, and that not would want you' all these insults were a reminder of who she was, and over the years, she had learned to mask it all, but the one that stung the most, was the one about her killing her family. Her aunt constantly said that, and Malia started to believe it, too.
I mean, how would one explain her mother's death when having her and her father committed suicide; it was definitely because he didn't want to stay with her. She indeed was a pitiful one, and that explains why she would instead find a place for herself before Amber got tired of her and she lost the first person who had genuinely cared for her.
Malia didn't realize that as she was lost in her thoughts, tears had started flowing out of her eyes. Finally, she couldn't control it anymore, and she cried.
Amber came into the room and found her friend crying hysterically. She was still wrapped in a towel while taking her bath when she had that scream from Malia's room. She had formed all over her body and had to rinse out before she came to her.
"What happened, girl? I thought I had you scream earlier on?" Amber asked as she sat on the bed beside Malia.
Malia raised her head to look at her friend and tried to recall the moment to screamed and remembered why she did it. However, it was embarrassing to say it loud, so she only shook her head in response to Amber.
Malia, who couldn't buy her friend's lie, refused to ignore it. What kind of friend would she be if she swept it under the carpet. Looking at how Malia was trying to dry her tears, but they repeatedly flowed, she realized that the issue might be severe.
"You had better open up to me, or we both will be late, and our mighty boss won't let us go. You know that the two of us haven't been to work in almost a week, so imagine what that loser would do if we reported working late after our absence?"
Amber hoped that her little threat would get Malia to open up. But, instead, her eyebrows were lifted in a question for Malia.
Knowing her friend, Malia knew what she was up against, so she decided to tell Amber everything about that night with a stranger.
"It is about that night that we went to the bar."
"How about that night? Now that I think about it, you never said anything to me after returning. So who was that man that you had left with?"
Amber was now in the mood to gossip more. She wanted to know more about that night. She had worked with Malia for close to three months now, and she had never seen her have a boyfriend or encourage any man who was asking her out. It was not like she wasn't beautiful; looking at her friend, Amber was proud. I mean, who wouldn't? Malia was that it, girl. Her height was 5'6, coupled with a curvacious body despite her tiny body. Who wouldn't want her? Her hair was silky and so long that it reached her butt, and the way her skin looked so beautiful. The kind of skin that, despite the scars that she always tried to cover, always had that glowing effect.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" Malia had to snap her fingers in front of her friend, who looked like she was scrutinizing her body.
Amber was startled and asked, "Looking at you, how?