The morning after
466 Words
Adunni did not remember how she got home.
The only thing she remembered was the rain, the painful ache in her chest, and Damian’s cold voice repeating inside her head like a curse.
“That was your mistake.”
She sat quietly on the edge of her bed while her wet clothes clung to her skin. Her phone buzzed nonstop beside her, but she ignored every notification.
Messages.
Calls.
Mentions.
People were already talking.
A video from the club had spread across social media overnight. Thousands of people had watched Damian humiliate her publicly. Some mocked her. Some pitied her. Others blamed her for dating a man like Damian Cole in the first place.
Adunni felt sick.
Slowly, she opened i********: again. The first thing she saw was a photo posted by the same girl from the club.
She was sitting comfortably on Damian’s lap with the caption:
“Know your place.”
Adunni’s chest tightened instantly.
Tears rolled down her cheeks as she locked her phone and threw it across the bed.
A knock sounded on her door.
“Adunni?” her mother’s voice called softly. “Are you okay?”
She quickly wiped her face. “I’m fine.”
But she wasn’t.
The truth was she felt broken.
Completely broken.
A few minutes later, her best friend Tami arrived at the house pretending to be worried. The moment she entered the room, she rushed toward Adunni dramatically.
“Oh my God, I saw everything!” Tami exclaimed. “I can’t believe Damian would embarrass you like that.”
Adunni looked away silently.
Tami hugged her tightly, hiding the small smile that almost appeared on her lips.
“I warned you about rich guys,” she continued. “They never love girls like us seriously.”
Adunni said nothing.
Deep down, she still wanted to believe Damian loved her somehow. Maybe he was angry. Maybe somebody forced him. Maybe there was an explanation.
But even she knew those thoughts were foolish.
Suddenly, her phone rang again.
Damian.
Her heartbeat stopped instantly.
Tami glanced at the screen before looking back at her carefully.
“You’re not going to answer that… right?”
Adunni stared at the phone with shaking hands.
Part of her wanted to scream at him.
Part of her wanted answers.
But another part still hoped he would apologize and say it was all a mistake.
The phone continued ringing.
Finally, she answered.
“Hello?” she whispered weakly.
For a few seconds, silence filled the line.
Then Damian’s deep voice spoke.
“Come over. We need to talk.”
Not “Are you okay?”
Not “I’m sorry.”
Just:
“Come over.”
Adunni closed her eyes painfully.
And somehow… despite everything he did to her…
She still wanted to go.
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