Monday, October 19, 2015

A Second Chance - Chapter Seven

“The closest thing to being cared for is to care for someone else.”

               —Carson McCullers

At exactly one p.m., Bisola was through with her last exam and best assured that she was definitely on the list of the graduating class. She couldn’t thank God enough for his miraculous work in her life. The road had been rough. There’d been time she’d felt like giving up. They’re also been times when she couldn’t think of giving up but through all these, God had seen her though.

Bisola was the happiest today than she’d very been in months. She immediately texted her friend, wanting to know if Sandra was also through. After ten minutes of waiting on her reply, Bisola concluded that her friend wasn’t through so she decided to walk to the nearby fast food joint to wait on her.

As she was about heading out, she heard someone call her name.


“Shit!” she muttered. She’d completely forgotten about him. He’d given her his phone number to call when she was through but it wasn’t her fault that she’d actually never saved the number.

Before she could come up with an excuse, Travis was already by her side.

“I’m just going to assume you were about to call me before I caught you running away.”

“Yeah, let’s just do that.” She smiled innocently.

“Where’s your friend, the tiny one.” He asked as they began strolling to Travis’s car.

“Oh her,” Bisola was a bit surprised but yet happy for her friend that Travis had asked about her. She knew Sandra had a thing for Travis and was only pushing her towards him in order to hide her own feelings. Bisola had no business with Travis, not the slightest likeness. She was only doing him a favor by going with him on his little lunch date. Any chance she gets she would screw it further into his head that nothing but trouble would come off chasing a girl like her.

“Sandra isn’t through yet. I’m about to send her a message to join us when she gets out.” Bisola pulled out her cellphone and began typing the message.

“I see. Well that’s cool.” Travis replied causally, trying to hide his disappointment. He’d hoped he could get an hour alone with Bisola to plead his case.

When they got to the fast food joint, Travis asked for a bottle of water, one for him and the other for the lovely lady in front of him.

Bisola looked uncomfortable and her energy was draining his confidence. She had to be the only person in the school who wasn’t attracted to his looks when he was obviously into her. He wondered if she was single so he asked.

Bisola replied with a nod. “Yeah, I have someone.” I have Jesus.

Travis was about to ask who that someone was when they heard a pissed off voice from behind.

“Bisola what are you doing?”

She turned lightly to find Tunde’s heated gaze fixed on hers. She immediately pushed her bottle of water aside and stood up.

“What-what are you even doing here?”

“Just get in the car.”

“Hey, hey, what’s going on? Is he your brother or what?”

Far from that. Bisola chuckled, picking up her handbag from the round table.

“I’ll see you around Travis. Thanks for this.” She smiled cheaply at the water.

Travis slowly slumped back into his seat after watching Bisola being dragged off by the someone.

“I should have done something.” He murmured to himself regretfully. This would have been his chance to show that he could take care of her but he’d blown it by chickening out. He thought about going out to catch up with the pair but even though he had mad feelings for her, he wasn’t sure if she was worth the worry.

When they arrived at her place, Tunde’s temper had risen beyond control. He’d refused to listen to Bisola’s explanations that Travis was just a friend. Tunde did what he knew how to do best which was to nag.

“Matter of fact, why am I even explaining myself to you?”

“Excuse me?”

“Yes, excuse you! I shouldn’t be the one explaining myself to you. You’re the one who owe me an explanation, and an apology would be nice too.” Bisola was careful with words. Her voice never rose loud enough to show off just how pissed off she was.

“Where’s your phone?” he asked before snatching Bisola’s handbag from her. He then went into a desperate search for her phone. It was then that he pulled out the resume Bisola had kept in a brown folder.

“What’s this?” he held the folder up along with her phone?

“A phone?” she answered with a smirk.

“Bisola don’t play dumb with me. I mean this!” he threw the folder on the floor.

“What does it look like?” she bent to pick up the resume she’d spent two weeks piecing together. She’d never planned for Tunde to know that she was looking for a job. Her only plan had been to simply call off their relationship once she got a job position that could sustain her until she could think of something else to do with her life. Her plans were sabotaged now because there was no way in hell Tunde was going to let go of her that easily.

“What do you need that for?”

“What do people use a resume for?” she responded modestly to his question.

“You won’t be needing that sweetheart. You got it?” he came close to her face and Bisola’s feet began trembling.

“Tunde, I’m sorry… I should have told you this earlier on but I can’t do this any…” she began quietly.

Tunde’s forearm immediately came around her throat, forcing her head to rest on his chest. Bisola tried to turn her head to release the pressure on her neck, but Tunde’s hold on her was too tight for her to move an inch. Her feet were left dangling slightly on the air due to their height difference.

“If you’re thinking about what I think you’re thinking about, Bisola, you’d better think again.” His jaw was tight and his teeth locked together as he spoke. His saliva landed on her forehead as he spoke. Bisola tried to catch her breath as the air left between the space from her head and his chest grew thin. She was suffocating under his hard grip.

“I didn’t put you through school so you could work for someone other than me!” he let go of her and Bisola began to cough.

“I’m sorry for not telling you this early but you won’t be needing this.” He gathered up the resume and ripped them into piece. Bisola tried to fight the papers out of his hands but her throat was hurting and her lungs was in need of air so she gave up and dropped to the floor of her living.

“What are you talking about?” she asked him once she would catch her breath because none of what was going on made sense to her.

“You run a hotel Tunde; I’m not a secretary for crying out loud.”

“Nah baby, girl… that’s where you have it all wrong.” he squatted next to her and said, “You think all of this,” he pointed to the fully furnished room as he spoke. “You think all of this and putting you through school came from running a hotel? Na my pa get hotel?” he chuckled because Bisola had been too naïve about his line of work. She’d never once questioned him so he hadn’t felt the need to tell it all until she decided he was no longer good enough for her.

“I don’t have time to explain right now. I have somewhere important to be.” He stood up. As he was about to leave, he turned and asked, “About the meeting last night, did Ben say anything?”

At the mention of what had happened last night, Bisola felt the first drop of hot tears drop cascade down her cheeks. She shook her head in response to Tunde’s question.

“Good. Clean yourself up.” And with that, he was gone.

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