Story.

The phone rang again. She was still doped up.

curiously, the persistent ringing didn't irritate her. Instead it scratched at her heart. Until it became sore. She ignored it, not even pressing the 'silent' button on her phone.

She thought of getting up to get food. Her legs refused to obey her brain. She didnt even know what she had taken. The only thing her mind responded to was the bottle of cough syrup on her bed side. A little gust of wind blew in from the half open window. She still couldnt get up. She wishes her cheeks would just redden.One of the advantages of being half caste.

One of the disadvantages of being half caste, was being beautiful. Which made her prone to trolling And trolling only gets you trolls. She thought of her dead father, and her almost absent mother. She thought of the hate she felt toward her mothers sister. And her husband. She thought of the pain when she was being disvirgined. she thought of the life it had brought her.

Another gust of wind. Straight at her pussy. She shuddered. A trickle of sweat crossed her eyelid. Instinctively, her hand went up to brush it off. Sweat.

Sweat. She remembered, two days ago. How she lay on his chest. Taking in the pungent smell of his sweat. And loving it. Listening to him breathe, and listening to him talk. Oh my, the sound of his voice just made some parts of her tingle. He touched her ear, tracing the line of her jaw, using his forefinger to massage her full lips. Himtelling her how he loved it when her face reddened. The same finger he used to touch her best friend. In the most private of places.

She groaned inwardly. She could still feel his breath on her hair. His gentle strokes and his fingers parting her hair and the wind blowing through. Him drawing her upwards and kissing her forehead.

Lord, stolen water was sweet.

He cupped her face in his hands... taking her upper lip into his mouth and sucking on it. Gently sucking her tounge, his hands moved to just below her armpits, massaging her body on its way down until it rested on her waist... God, he knew how to pause. How to make her want to beg for more. But her pride...

He smiled at her mischevioulsly, held her hand, licked his lips and Asked for Mirinda. Her heart sank. As she turned to pick up her t shirt, she saw his foot on her t shirt, and his hands on her waist. Her heart leapt for joy.

Holding her waist from the back, her nibbled on her ear, making her twinge and her body tingle. His hands wondering, and her eyes closed, she didnt know when his hands went into the front of her jeans and carressed the hair in the middle of her body. She dropped down to her knees. Weak.

Too weakened to argue, her feet felt like gelatin as he swept her and carried her away from the parlour. Dropping her savagely on the bed. Stifling a grin, she wondered why her need for him had overcome all forms of finesse. Tearing off her brassiere, she inwardly willed him to take her. Hard.

Now it was all about damage control. He took her two nipples into his mouth... using his tounge so deftly, she wondered if she could make any sounds at all... His hands... Made her legs part without her consent...

Entering her slowly, she felt the muscles at the back of her thighs go taut.

The world seemed to pause.

Then go into slow motion. Her eyes seemed to tint. She barely knew where she was. She only felt the passion, the movement.....

Her phne rang again. This time, she put it on silent. Her eyes barely saw the caller ID.

Someone wailed in yoruba in the distance.

She picked up the knife. Her body obeyed her this time.


And slit her wrists.

She picked up the still vibrating phone. Feeling the blood warm and slick flowing dwon her hands, she opened her eyes to look at the screen of the now bloodied phone.

He was calling. But it was to late. How she had waited for that call.

Shouting with all the strength left in her, she tried to scream his name as she flung the phone at the window.

The words never came out. She felt her eyes closing, then she heard the phone crash against the window.

At last, she felt at peace.