Chapter 3: The Price of Obsession
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Isolation has a way of making you a target.
Soon, the dreaded days of the WAEC exams arrived, bringing a different kind of hell with them. A new girl joined our school, and for some reason, she decided I was her competition. Convinced that I was smarter and prettier than her, she began to ruthlessly bully me.
The loneliness was deafening. I had absolutely no one to talk to. I couldn't tell my mother, and the only person who truly knew how to heal my heart was completely unavailable. So, I did what I always did: I buried the pain deep down inside myself, put my head down, and somehow managed to push through and finish my exams.
Once the storm of WAEC cleared, life gave me a small break—I finally got a new phone.
Instantly, we were back in each other's orbit. But we weren't alone; my mother’s hatred for him hadn't faded a single bit. She sat me down, looked into my eyes, and made me promise her that I would never, ever have anything to do with him again.
I looked at her and I promised. But deep down in my soul, I knew it was a lie.
I betrayed her trust without a second thought. The pull between us was too magnetic, too addictive. We picked up right where we left off, sliding back into the secrecy, the stolen moments, and the physical intimacy.
But something in him had shifted. The guy who had once just stood by me was changing. With every secret meeting, he became intensely consumed by me—shifting from a boy in love into someone completely obsessed, fiercely possessive, and unwilling to let me go.
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