Sunday, September 6, 2015

A Second Chance - Chapter Two

          
“It is once said that love is giving someone the ability to destroy you,
but trusting them not to."
                     —Unknown

Ever since Bisola was a little girl, her mother never failed to tell her just how beautiful she was, but no one mentioned the power she held with such beauty.

         Back when she was in high school, her head teacher would always ask her to meet with him immediately after school time was over for extra assignments. She was fourteen at that time and all she could say was “yes sir.” But on that faithful Monday, he took it too far when he tried rubbing his hands down her laps. 

       Bisola tried to convince her mother that she didn’t like the way Mr. Femi looked at her, but her mother would say, “Bisi, you know that it is because of his likeness for you, and his kind heart that you have not been driven home from school. If you want to keep making accusations, be ready to say good bye to school.”

Bisola sighed restlessly. Why did she have to remember those days when she came home with a feeling of guilt whenever she allowed Mr. Femi make a move on her? Now that she was grown, she felt mortified for not being able to defend herself even till now. Ten years later, she was still in search of who wanted her, who loved her, and who wanted something from her…

“Madam, we are here.” The driver announced, as he pulled the car towards a stop.

Bisola who had been too deep into thoughts opened her eyes and saw that Ahmed had pulled up in front of Protea Hotel Ikeja, one of the finest hotels in Lagos in fact.

“Did your Oga tell you when to pick me up?”

“No Ma.”

“Then how does he expect me to get home at this time of the night?” she said out loud. Without waiting for an answer, she got out of the car. As the driver drove off, Bisola felt all alone. In her head that was already exploding with questions, she thought, just impress the guy, make it fast and get yourself out of there.

She’d met Ben once at one of Tunde’s parties. They hadn’t spoken to each other then.  All she knew was how he looked but if he is one of Tunde’s friends than she concluded that she knew him.

She walked into the reception area of the hotel; she told the receptionist her name, “Bisola Daniel.”

As she climbed up the stairs to room number four-o-five, she thought to herself, Bisola don’t take one more step, just turn back now around, you don’t have to do this. You’re so much better than this. Remember, you hold the power, he doesn’t own you...  she fought her mental state of mind but her body won, taking one more step further until she was standing in front of dooms door.

Knock.  Knock. She banged gently on the door and the door slightly creaked opened. Oh. I guess this is it; he knew I was coming anyway. Bisola pushed the door open all the way and what she saw when that door fully opened rendered her speechless. Her first instinct told her to run but her body failed her for the second time that night.

A young lady not older than Bisola was lying face down on the floor and a masked man dressed in all black was coming out of another room, cleaning the murder weapon with a towel.

When he saw her, he immediately dropped the bloody knife.

“I’m… I’m so sorry… wrong room.” she stammered and turned quickly to make a run for her life. Even though she hadn’t seen his full face, she’d seen the violence and fury in his eyes.

Running out of the room, Bisola pumped into strong arms that held her up, preventing her from failing. When she looked up at the stranger, it was none other than Ben.

“I’m… I’m… sorry,” she stuttered looking back to see if anyone had followed her.

“No, I should be the one saying say…. Ar-are you okay? You look as if you just saw a ghost.”

Maybe?

“No… I am… I’m fine.” She swallowed and took a deep breath after.

“I’m assuming you’re Bisola.” Ben said, even though he knew her all too well. 

She nodded, her heart still racing in her chest. What had she just witness and why was she running when she wasn’t being chased?

“Hi. I’m Ben.” Ben stretched is hands forwards but grinned down Bisola when she didn’t take his hands.

“I had to finish up with somethings hence me being late…”

“And you had to make me witness something that will hunt me for the rest of my life?”

“I don’t get,”

She rolled her eyes. “You wouldn’t.”

“Shall we then?”

“Oh no, I’m not going it that room with you. Room four-o-five? No.”

“I think there’s a misunderstanding here, our room number is room forty-five, not four-o-five. Did you mistakenly go into the wrong room?”

“Oh no,” she said breathlessly. What have I done? She looked around her. Okay Bisola, snap out of it. Just forget what you saw. She took a deep breath and gave Ben a go ahead. She’d come here tonight for something more important and she couldn’t fail Tunde.

***

The door opened. At first she was simply frozen as she recalled the memory of ten minutes ago.

“Bisola.” He called when she wasn’t making a move to enter the room.

“Yes.” She stepped in. As soon as the door closed behind her, she knew that whatever happened tonight was entirely her fault.

Ben led her to one of the chairs in the room, and she courteously took a sit.

“I’m sorry we had to meet like this and also for the mismatch of rooms. My name is Ben, Ben Olajide.” He passed her the wine bottle on the table as he said introduced himself. “Tunde told me that you’re in school, is that right?”

 Bisola replied by telling him that she was in her final year.

“Tunde has told me a whole lot about you. He never mentions that you were this beautiful. He really is a lucky guy. He always had good eyes.” He then made a comment about her being the prettiest of all of Tunde’s other past girlfriends.

“I wouldn’t say I’m the prettiest. Just the dumbest.”

“What was that?”

“Nothing.”

After a second of silence passed between them, Ben popped several of his fingers at once. He recalled his conversation with Tunde and he remembered just how bitter and angry he’d been. The bastard had had the guts to tell him to go to hell. Oh, Ben was ready to go but not until he was through with Tunde.

As he took a glance at the girl in front of him who still hadn’t settled since she came in, he wondered if this meeting tonight had been fate trying to play into his hands and his plans.

“Bisola?”

“Huh?” she looked at him, really looked at him for the first time and her hands stopped shaking. She realized she actually hadn’t noticed him before. She’d been with him for almost ten minutes but she hadn’t once seen him. Now that her hands were no longer shaking, she realized that she was staring into the most gorgeous sets of eyes she’d ever seen. He was siting across from her with a drink in his hand.

“Do you know why you’re here… tonight?”

She shook her head and a silent no followed.

Obviously he hadn’t told her, he was a dog who didn’t know how to pick up after himself, Ben thought. He was going to put it as clear as possible for her and make sure that it hit straight home to where it would hurt the most. He would start by breaking done everything Tunde held dear. He himself had doubts about this one.

“Tunde wants me to get a taste of you. Of all the things he said about you, he said I had to if at least one time; test your skills in bed.”

“I kind of figured that out already. What a shame right?”

He looked her up and down, not a response he’d been expecting. Bisola hoped that her facing was not giving too much away. She was too hurt to hear him say the obvious truth. As much as she didn’t want to believe it, she’d kept it in the back of her mind: the real reason why Tunde had sent her off her tonight was for her to sleep with his best friend.

“And what are you going to do about that?”

“I’m going to do as I was told…” she set her wine glass on the table and advanced towards him. 

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