NONYE
Nonye - Episode 7
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"Pleaseeeeee..." was all I could manage to say, my mind a jumble of fear and confusion. He grabbed my hand, leading me to the main room, and there I met him sitting on the only plastic chair in the room. I was shocked to see him there; the other guy freed my hand from his grip and went to stand beside him.
"Hmmmmm..." He cleared his throat, his voice dripping with malice. "So you think you're wise, right? You feel you can do whatever you like, just because of your beauty... hmm? Tell me, what do you mean by following that nuisance around when you have me? Or do you think I won't know?" he queried, his eyes narrowing.
I was already sweating profusely, my heart racing with fear. I was crying and praying silently for help.
"Anyway, this is just a warning to let you know I'm watching... I don't share my woman with anyone, so take note." He held his ear to demonstrate what he meant. I nodded in agreement, and then he stood up to leave. The other guy was the first to leave the room, leaving the two of us behind. He walked closer to my side and whispered in my ear.
"All I want from you is to consider my request, and you will forever be in peace... take care, babe." He said and left.
I sat on the floor, sweating and panting heavily. I couldn't sleep anymore, my mind consumed by the thought of "what if they come back?" I was trapped in a nightmare, imagining all sorts of terrible things, and later drifted off to sleep.
The next morning, I woke up early, preparing for class. Blessing and Rachael walked in, and I greeted them coldly. It seemed they noticed my demeanor, as Rachael's next words made me think so.
"Nonye, you sound somehow. Hope no problem?" she asked, concern etched on her face.
"No, not at all..." I replied, trying to brush it off.
"Are you sure you're okay?" she asked again, and this time I couldn't hold back my tears. I managed to narrate what had transpired earlier, and they felt for me. They advised me to be careful of those boys, as they were very dangerous.
"Chuks isn't an ordinary person o," Rachael said, her voice barely above a whisper. "He's the leader of a cμlt, and he makes sure he gets anything he desires. Just try to make peace with him to avoid troubles you aren't prepared for"
At that point, I knew what I was in for wasn't child's play. Unknown to me, all that had happened that night was planned by my roommate. They had lied about going to a party, whereas it was Chuks who had instructed them to leave the hostel that night.
I came to know all this days later. Rachael had noticed that I hadn't been myself for days; she opened up to me, saying she had been having a guilty conscience ever since the incident took place, and she noticed it was taking a toll on me. She made me understand that they had to succumb to his warning when he threatened to deal with them.
I forgave them, but my mind never trusted them anymore. I withdrew myself a bit from them, unsure of who to trust. After thinking of ways out of the mess I had put myself in, I thought of meeting with the other guy secretly and begging him to stay away from me.
I got to class and couldn't concentrate, all I could think was meeting the guy after lecture but the problem is that i don't know anything about him nor where to find him.
As I walked across the school campus, I couldn't shake off the feeling of being watched, hoping to see him at the old school theater building around where we had talked that day and luckily I spotted him leaning against the wall talking to a friend who called his attention to me, his eyes fixed on me as I approached, I felt a shiver run down my spine, but I steeled myself and walked up to him making his friend leave.
"Please, for God's sake, just leave me alone," I said, trying to keep my voice steady. "I'm not interested in any kind of relationship right now. I just want to focus on my studies."
He raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement dancing on his lips. "You think you're in a position to make demands?" he asked, his voice low and even.
I felt a surge of fear as I realized I was trapped. The lecture theater was deserted, and no one was around to hear my cries for help.
"I'm sorry," I said, trying to backtrack. "I just really need to focus on my studies right now."
He leaned forward, his eyes glinting with intensity. "I'm afraid that's not possible," he said. "You see, I've taken an interest in you, Nonye. And I always get what I want."
I felt a wave of fear wash over me as I realized I was at his mercy, I tried to step back, but he was too quick. He grabbed my arm, his grip like a vice.
"Let me go!" I struggled to free myself, but he held tight.
"I'm not going to hurt you, Nonye," he said, his voice low and menacing. "At least, not yet. But you need to understand that you're not in a position to make demands. You're going to do what I say, and you're going to do it with a smile."
I felt a cold dread creeping up my spine. I knew I had to think fast, or I would be trapped.
Suddenly, I heard the sound of footsteps echoing through the lecture theater. The guy's grip on my arm tightened, and he pulled me closer.
"Who's there?" he called out, his voice echoing off the walls.
I strained my eyes, trying to see who was approaching. And then, I saw him, a tall, imposing figure with a stern expression.
"Let her go," he said, his voice firm and authoritative.
My heart skipped many times as the fear of the worst trapped my entire being.
The guy's grip on my arm faltered, and I took advantage of the distraction to wriggle free.
"Who are you?" the guy snarled, taking a step back.
"I'm someone you don't want to mess with," the stranger replied, his eyes glinting with a hint of steel.
I didn't know who this stranger was, but I was grateful for his intervention. He freed my hand facing the stranger and warning him to stay off and then left. I was so glad the stranger showed up on time, but as I looked into the stranger's eyes, I saw something there that made my heart skip a beat. Something that made me wonder if I had just traded one danger for another.
(Do not take credit or Plagiarize AMAH'S HEART stories)
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