Me and Him

the end

Crushy’s house wasn’t far from ours so it took me close to 20 minutes on foot to get there. There

was someone in the house since the lights were on so I went to knock at the door, then he came to

open for me, shirtless. Ok, I know you already know what I was thinking, so there is no need for

me to tell you. But damn! that charming son of a b***h (read: bee). I felt his mood was better off

than how he was during the afternoon, so we hanged out, we watched a movie, he cooked – he is

a good cook by the way – then we relaxed on the coach talking about nothing in particular, then I

came closer to him. He sensed my tension, it's like a move towards something a move that speaks

on its own. He came way closer, leaned his head towards mine then we kissed. The best kiss of

my lifetime. Damn, these older people know what they are doing. He made my mind go crazy,

and I felt my whole body rise with bliss from every corner. Then, as if he knew what he was doing,

pulled away from the kiss, carried me to his bedroom. Put me on his bed and covered me, then he

kissed me goodnight again, same thing as in the coach then switched off the lights and went to

sleep on the coach.

“what the hell?” I asked myself in the darkness he had left me in, then I made peace with my

situation and found myself asleep. The next morning, he woke me up at around 7 am saying he

was going somewhere and that I should come back later that evening if I wanted. So, I agreed to

come back at around 5 pm so that we caught up with. And so off I went.

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When I reached the house, Yvonne was gone, and so was her things! what the hell? I mean who

does that, who goes away just because of a quarrel. On the table, was a note she wrote,

“AM SORRY”

I picked it up, folded it with fury and threw it on the dustbin, I didn’t want any worse news now.

Yvonne was gone and I had to make peace with that. I tried to call her and she was not available.

So, I just stayed there, looking at the ceiling, counting my only remaining blessing, crushy. I

couldn’t wait for 5 pm to reach so at around 4 pm, I made a resolution to go to his place and calm

my nerves down, maybe he could make my stress go away the way he always does.

The site of his house was unusual at first, there were no curtain windows, his car was not parked

outside his driveway and from afar, I could see that his kitchen sink was missing. I got curious, I

increased my pace and knocked on the door, nobody answered, so I pushed the door and it opened

slowly leading me in. Then there, right in front of me, was an empty house. No coach, no kitchen,

no tv set, no home theatre, no shelves of the book, no nothing. I panicked, my heart started to race.

I felt tears flow from my eyes and I let them. I felt the loneliness of the house, it didn’t embrace

me, it made me more bitter, then I let it all out, I cried. I cried so hard, I could feel my mind tell

my heart to stop, but that wasn’t possible, I was hurt, hurt so bad. I slide slowly down a pillar in

the house and sat down, rested my head on my knees then I let it all out. I felt the betrayal and the

bitterness fuel my hurt and I let every single thing out. I don’t remember how long I cried because

a neighbor came and found me crying. She asked for my name and when I told her, she told me

she had something she was told to give me. So, I waited for her to go and get it. she came back

with a letter, I opening it fast and read through it quickly. Then I got up and ran, ran back to my

house,

Through the letter, crushy had explained why he left. Remember when Yvonne took me to her

boyfriend’s and we got high? it turned out that I had taken the phone and called him and told him

that I loved him. Well, that was not the bad part, the bad part was that Yvonne wanted us to break

up so bad that she had called crushy’s wife and told her to go to his husband’s house (where she

got the number, I still don’t know). Which she did, so by the time I was high and professing my

love to him, he was with his wife and they were both hearing me say all those things to him. She

then reported him to the school board, it was resolved that he be transferred to another campus.

And so, he went, Yvonne learned of this and went out of guilt.

Well while the person I felt like I was supposed to be angry at was Yvonne, I felt like I was angry

at myself more, first for falling for a lecturer, I mean, how did I think it was going to end?

When I finally got to the house, I closed the door and the windows and buried myself on my

blanket. I wanted to die but didn’t feel like I had the strength to do that, so I went to our secret

stash and took all the bottles that I found there and drank my stress away, then I passed out on the

bed.

THE END.