Chronicles Of A Runs Girl - S01 E46

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Chronicles Of A Runs Girl - S01 E46

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 46

Bushmeat galore

Things you cannot do on an empty stomach: Think, sleep, relax, make love. Things you can do on an empty stomach: have sex.

I did not follow John Junior to his father’s house that night. I asked him to drop me at my place, and I think it was telling that he did not try to change my mind. We had both come close to crossing the line.

The girls had moved back into our room. They were surprised to see me back. Only Mama noticed that I’d been crying.

She took me outside to talk but all I could do was start crying all over again. I didn’t know I had so much tears in me.

“Amaka, they will find him. By the grace of God, they will find him,” my friend consoled me.

And wasn’t she right to assume my tears were for Johnny? But they weren’t. Truth is I didn’t know why I was crying. Between the ordeal I’d suffered, Jonny being kidnapped, Johnny’s son that I was attracted to, and the London boy, my heart was broken into several pieces and for several reasons. And oh, the embarrassment at Yellow Chilly.

After the scene the London boy caused we couldn’t stay to eat. Perhaps that’s what made me cry – the scene, not the food. And when John junior got into the back of this father’s car with me and continued holding me against his chest, there was a point when I was no longer crying and he should have let me go. At that point he was no longer holding me to comfort me, and I should have let him go.

But we both sat in silence in each other’s hands as the driver drove. His hands were around my shoulder and waist, and mine had found their way round his neck. I felt his breath upon my ear and heard his heart beating as fast as mine.

When my fingers touched his face, his fingers spread onto my back. When I drew my head up a bit, he offered his neck to me. My lips lay upon his skin but they did not part. I drew in his aftershave and his palm moved over my back. I buried my head deeper into him and he drew me closer into his body.

I wanted him. I wanted him so bad. And he wanted me too.

He placed his palm upon my head and drew it down over my hair. I raised my face but did not look into his eyes – just enough for him to come the rest of the distance. He placed his hand under my chin and gently lifted my face. Then, just as our lips were in position to meet, he glanced at the rear-view mirror to check on the driver.

That action, the single simple sensible thing he did ruined it. I don’t know why.

I pulled myself away long before he could be sure the driver wasn’t watching. I leaned to my side of the seat and tried not to look at him. He looked at me.

I looked out the window and felt the tears returning. That was when I told him I wanted to go home.

“Amaka, baby, talk to me nau. It is ok. Uncle China said we should come, to discuss what he can do. Make we go now?”

“Ehn?”

I’d been lost in my recollections.

“Uncle China say him fit help you. Make we go see am.”

“Baby, I’m not in the mood.”

“Ah han! It’s not like that now. He just wants to help. I’m the one that called him. Shebi I told you I will call him. It’s not like that at all.”

But it was exactly like that. He was a man. I would go to his house and he would listen to my plight. He would promise to do this and that. He would take me to his room and he would expect to have sex with me. I was a girl in need and he could help, or at least he says he can. I was in the perfect situation for him to exploit.

“He was very angry when I told him how they beat you o! In fact, I was there when he called the Commissioner of Police.”

“The Commissioner of Police?”

“Yes o. He called him right there, and the man was saying yes sir to him. He abuse the man, ehn? The man said he should bring you to his office.”

“How does he know the Commissioner of Police?”

“Who doesn’t he know?”

I thought about it for a moment.