Two Sides Of A Coin

Chapter One

Amanda's POV

I lethargically got off my bed feeling off. I took one glance at the mirror, my head was comparably awful.

I sprinkled some water all over my face to feel revived and terribly wished I could wash my cerebrums free from toxins.

I don't drink a lot, however yesterday I was unable to help it.

Yesterday should have been the greatest day of my life, as I was at long last moving on from school, yet things took a strange turn.

I had thought my father would forgive me for changing my course from Electrical Engineering to Fashion Designing without his assent after he saw I got a first class honours degree, but unfortunately an African father remains an African father.

All I got was a very hot slap and disownership. Oh yeah, let me explain it clearly- My father repudiated me when he figured out that being a superstar fashion designer was not just a temporary occupation, but something I wanted to do for my entire life.

You know, with African guardians, they believe you should satisfy their fantasies without minding what you need.

But nahh, when it comes to myself, my folks didn't get that freedom cause no one controls my life apart from me!

My life my standards.

Also, don't ask as to whether I feel terrible or not. Indeed I do, yet s**t occurs and all I need to do currently is move on and center around my profession.

I withdrew under the duvet attempting to call Dave for the tenth time now however he wasn't picking.

The crazy annoying boy. When I don't require his service, he continues to follow me like a pest, but now when I really want a few embraces and cuddles he is mysteriously gone.

I rested till late evening since I felt as though the blackest mists over my head were in no way ready to clear.

I hauled myself up, took a quick bath and scoured over my disarranged wardrobe looking for a plummet dress to wear. I couldn't tell if I had some clean garments left since it had been a month when I did my laundry last. No doubt I am disorganised, exceptionally.

It took almost forever before I could get a decent dress to put on.

Max and Jane were watching an episode on TV, holding each other so close.

They were my flat mates and dearest companions.

"Hello lovebirds, I can't really believe that you folks are watching this episode again?" I smiled.

They both just cast me a short glance and fixed their eyes back on the TV, like in a trance.

"Anyways, I'm going to Dave's house. That imbecile ain't picking my calls."

"If it's not too much trouble, be patient with him, don't allow all hell break loose." Max wore a worried look.

"I will try." I replied.

*****

At the point when I showed up at Dave's home, I could hear noises from the opposite side.

Oh God, I just hope that dude isn't cheating me, if not the gates of Heaven would be open to receive fresh visitors.

I accumulated all the mental fortitude I wanted and knocked on the door.

Guess who opened the door? A delightful petite who had the guts to wear my favourite shirt amongst all of Dave's shirts.

My blood started warming with a mixture of fury and jealousy.

"Yes? Who are you?" She asked, biting her gum irritatingly.

"Excuse me?" I checked out at her with consuming reproach in my eyes..

"Honey, it seems you have a guest." She said, calling out behind her.

In my head, I was busy calling upon every one of the Catholic saints I could remember to forgive me for what I was about to do right there and then.

With just little force, but enough to set her off balance, I pulled her by the hair and hauled her inside.

"Where is Dave?" I asked before tossing her on the floor.

"Baby, what's wrong?" Dave came running out of the room with just his underwear on, showing off his perfect physique. Pause. My perfect physique. It belonged to me, Dave is mine.

"Baby?" I repeated disbelievingly.

Dave stopped dead on his track when he saw me. "Amanda, what are you doing here?"

"You would have realized I was coming assuming you had the nerve to pick up my calls, you fool." I countered.

He started stammering, scratching his head.

"Dave, what is this?" I shouted, hiding the pain I was feeling.

He didn't answer, however helped the young lady up and pushed her behind him.

"You won't answer me?" I took the flower vase on the shelf beside me and tossed it on the floor.

"I told you before that if at any point I figure out you were cheating on me, I would kill you."

I started hurling fits and insults at him, calling him all sorts of names I could think of. When it seemed like he wasn't moved by all that, I resorted to throwing things at him; pillows, the single chairs and all that was around me.

"Amanda, quiet down. It's not what you think..." He started but I stopped him.

"Not what I think, really? She is in your home and wearing my favourite shirt and yet it's not what I think?!" My outrage was a singing wrath.

"In any case, I will teach both of you a lesson." I threatened and moved to pounce on the lady again, but Dave remained in between and held me back.

"Dave, I need this young lady out of here this instant. I amyour girlfriend." I reminded him since it appeared he didn't know who I was to him anymore.

Still, he just kept holding me back as I tried tossing kicks and slapping the young lady but she was out of my reach.

"Babe, go to the room. I will handle this.." Dave boldly expressed and the young lady shamelessly nodded and walked in.

"You called her babe again?!" I mumbled sadly, placing my hands on my head.

"Indeed. She is pregnant for me." He let the cat out of the bag.

On hearing these words, I pushed him away and staggered backwards.

"I thought you understood the reason why I would have rather not had babies." I spoke, painfully.

"It's not just that, it's her I love..."

"What about me? Wait, what about us? I thought we had a future together."

"I'm sorry, I can't keep up with your craziness. You are too much for me."

I could feel tears consume behind my eyes, yet I wasn't the sort to cry. I draw my bitterness, sing my troubles and drink my sadness.

"I detest you!" I started slapping his chest and making a good attempt to mess with him, scratch him with my nails, even bite him. However the effort was meaningless.

"You are really crazy for me to put up with, for real, just get out." Dave hollered, pushing me out, "I would prefer not to see you anymore." He slammed the door on my face.

"I hope that baby dies. I wish both of you never be happy together." I yelled from behind the door and the next thing that followed was him tossing my things at me, "Just go!" He shouted again.

I just stood there, staring blankly at the door, unable to take a step, covered completely in pain but trying as much as possible to suck up the pain.