INTRAPERSONAL-2

 

 

INTRAPERSONAL-2

Rony Brown

It is not that she made no plans. Victoria was not the kind that could spend half a day without writing out every minute she would spend down. So yes, she made and had lots of plans. But there is a difference in making plans or even having them and actually executing them.

Victoria was almost a week into her leave and had settled comfortably into an unhealthy routine. This mainly consisted of sleeping (nothing unhealthy about that), eating (mostly raw sausages and bread if she could get her hands on some without stepping her foot out of her hospital-given accommodation and of course loads and loads of soft drinks.), watching nine or more seasons of movies and yes, an occasional fuck (occasional meaning every other night). Well, when need be, she forced herself into the bathroom to suffer the pains of bathing.

It was six pm and she was about throwing herself in the throes of passion with some guy. She giggled childishly. This particular guy made her feel self-conscious. And it did not help that she was totally naked and the guy was fully dressed; his eyes full of wicked intent. (Erhm, the guy’s known name is as is; the guy.)

“Lay back. I want to see you.” The guy said.

Victoria was in no mood to argue. She did as she was told. And the magic began from the sole of her feet.

Her ringtone suddenly blasted through the electricity that crackled in her room. She almost immediately jerked and found her knee meeting the guy’s teeth.

“Ow!” They both growled. She sat up and even without looking at her phone she slide her hands over the screen.

“Hello!” She said, in no way hiding her displeasure.

“How are you doing?” She recognized the voice immediately. It was her sister.

“Good…” She sobered down enough to take the edge out of her voice. But she could not trust herself to speak more than one syllable at a time.

“I heard you have taken a one-month leave.”

“Yes”

“Wanna come around?”

“No.” The guy bit at her ear impatiently and she gasped.

“Who is that? I worry about you, you know?” She asked in her I-am-your-elder-sister-and I-love-you tone of voice. It immediately got Victoria fuming.

“Fuck off Bertha. I don’t want to hear it!”  Immediately Victoria regretted opening her mouth. Because her sister sighed her saddest sighs and sounded like she was on the verge of one of her pity tears.

“Sorry. I’d come, ok?” Victoria lied.

The guy sucked on her ear lobes. Right where Victoria liked it. She moaned.

“Sam and I are waiting outside. Let’s go now.”

“What!” Victoria pushed the guy aside.

“We did not mean to gang up on you. We were just in town and we found out you were on leave. Come on…” Bertha was contrite.

It was a well thought through trap, executed by the maestro of guilt tripping and Victoria had fallen right into it.

“You can ask Sam.” Bertha said.

“Don’t push it. I am no longer sixteen and I do not appreciate you trying to rescue me.”

“We are not trying to rescue you Vic.” The male voice that hit her ears left her dumb. Bertha knew Victoria could never say no to her husband.

“We just want you to see our house. Just once.” He was in earnest.

“I’d be a minute or two.” Victoria conceded and hang up the phone.

The guy was pouting now.

“Now strip!” Victoria commanded. She would need a damn good charge up.

***

Victoria slept right through her sister’s many questionings and chidings. She slept through all the,

“Why did you take that long in coming out?”

“Who was that guy?”

“When did you get this way?”

“Do you know fornication is a sin?” (That actually hit a nerve because nobody really called it that and Victoria deemed herself a good Christian. But after promising herself it would be her last fornication, she managed to soothe her bleeding conscience.)

“Why don’t you bring him home?”

I don’t even know his name!

The rest was a blur that sounded like bla bla bla…

Before long she felt the tap on her shoulder. She must have slept for far too long because supposedly she was supposed to have travelled from the capital into the heart of Volta Region.

Her breath caught when she saw their home. It was indeed lovely and she felt a small pang in her heart. The pang registered two things. First, she may have been to rush in deciding she did not like her sister’s husband and second, she wanted this life.

“This is Eric, my husband’s cousin.” Bertha said as she scuttled on to dump some food stuff in the kitchen.

When Victoria saw him seated in the hall she stopped mid stride. He raised his eyes to meet Victoria’s. That was when Victoria knew.

HE WAS TROUBLE.