Desperate - S01 E01

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Desperate - S01 E01

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“I’m sure you want me to seize that phone again. If I do, this time around,

I’ll make sure I destroy it in your presence and still beat the hell out of

you!

If you want to try me, let me come back and meet you undressed, stupid

girl!”

Mom said to me, before leaving my room.

It was Sunday morning and I was supposed to prepare for church, but I was

so engrossed with my phone such that I didn’t know it was morning already.

I quickly dropped my phone on the bed and prepared for church because I

knew that mom meant everything she said.

She could be calm, but when provoked, she could go crazy. I knew what I

passed through the past three weeks without my phone and I didn’t want her

to seize it again.

Few minutes later, I was done. I didn’t have to wait for her to come meet

me in my room because that would be another problem, it’s either my cheeks

would burn from her slap or I’d say ‘rest in pieces’ to my precious phone.

We got to the church and I left mom because she was an usher. I went to my

usual seat and was about to sit down when I saw two beautiful girls

entering the church.

They looked classy. I was lost, staring at them when I heard “Is your

buttocks too big that you can’t sit again on the chair?”

I knew it was only mom that could tell me a thing like that and I wasn’t

surprised when I turned and saw her staring at me and giving me a

what-kind-of-child-are-you kind of look.

I sat down but my eyes were on the two girls till the church service ended.

They were my age mates, but their dressing made them look sophisticated and

much older.

Truly speaking, I envied and wished to be like them.

I looked at myself and realized I was out of it. My peeled shoes and my

shapeless gown made me feel very devastated.

Those girls had on some

beautiful clothes and expensive looking heels.

Their jewelries glittered

such that, I thought of asking mom to get me same.

I wasn’t listening to the preaching that was going on nor the different

testimonies that people shared, I was engrossed with imaginations of me

dressing like those girls.

After church, I watched them take different kinds of shots. They took turns

snapping each other. Mom was praying, so I strolled to where the girls

stood and acted like I was about to pass, but one of them called me and my

heart began to pound.

I walked up to them. They fixed their eyes on me and I couldn’t comprehend

what was going on in their minds.

I shouldn’t be scared, after all, they were my age mates and this was

church, no one could do anything to me, I thought as I got to where they

stood. But why was I feeling as if I was under a spell?

Stay tuned for the next chapter