disturbing thoughts
1051 Words
On our way back home, the thought of my mom and the bishop's wife having an argument after church was still playing in my mind.
Deep down in my soul I knew my mum had been hiding a lot from me.
But why did my mom make it seem like they were just having a conversation.?
“Why did my mom hug the bishop's wife immediately she saw me walking towards her directions? ”
All these questions were banging in my heart crying and begging for answers and I knew only she would give them to me but of course she would lie or say something to cover it up.
Growing up, I've always believed my mom to be very close friends with the bishop and that is why she would never leave the church considering the distance and how far the church is from our house.
I trust my mom so much and I know whatever it is she would eventually tell me about it.
I was still lost in my thoughts drawing in the swamp of questions which I had no answers to when my mind suddenly flashed towards the Bishop's son. Ryan.
“Oh God no!” I exclaimed loudly as I remembered the words of my best friend Camille.
My mom looked at me puzzled.
“What's going on?” She asked with a sinister look.
“What?” I asked with a smile which was almost looking like a laugh on my face.
“Why did you scream that?” She asked me again, this time her eyes were demanding for answers.
“Oh it's the bishop's son.” I finally gave in to her needs for answers.
“And so ?” She asked, pressuring me to give her a more detailed answer.
“It's just that Camile thinks he's charming and handsome and all but I don't think he's attractive”. I finally replied with a sense of ease.
My mom smiled at me and with a reassuring smile she said “ are you sure you don't find him even the least attractive?” she asked
“No mum, not even the slightest” I replied with a reassuring smile.
“Well it is good that you don't find him attractive after all there are so many handsome men who are more handsome than him. And I'm glad you don't see him as every other girl” my mom replied.
“Oh my gosh, is this my mum talking to me about men?” I asked in my mind
My mum and I had never discussed anything concerning the opposite s*x.
We only talked about school, work and friends.
Although we were best of friends, we really didn't talk about unimportant stuff like romantic affairs.
We were quiet for some time and his thoughts flashed through my mind again.
“Oh my goodness can I just stop thinking about him?” I said to myself.
I thought of how his beautiful gray eyes pierced into my soul like a sharp sword.
He had beautiful eyes and sexy lips.
His sleeves hugged him so much that it gave lines of his abs.
I thought of how he made me fluster in church and how just one look from him made me feel different.
I shook my head vehemently so as to stop myself from thinking of him but his thoughts filled my mind even more like a virus.
“But mum, what were you and the bishop's wife talking about outside the church?” I finally broke the silence.
When was that ? My mum asked. Of course this was a denial mechanism for her.
“At the close of service mum not quite long ago” I replied trying to jolt her memory.
“Oh yes my dear. The Bishop's wife was just telling me how talented you are and how beautiful you looked on the choir robe today.” she said without a blink or a bat of an eyelash.
If I didn't know my mom too well I would have believed her but I know what I saw.
The anger in my mom's face, the way she raised her body and the anger on the bishop's wife's face and the manner in which her mouth moved utterly showed their conversations was far from compliments.
“Mom are you hiding something from me?” I looked at my mom who was focused on the road.
“what makes you say that?” my mom asked me.
“Because I know what I saw.” I responded in defense.
“no baby, I'm not hiding anything from you and I don't what you saw but trust me, I'm telling the truth” my mum reassured me.
Immediately we got home, I dashed out of the car and slammed the car door angrily.
I got into the house and went straight to my room.
Immediately I settled down to take off my shoes and clothes, my phone rang.
I picked up my phone and saw the caller id and immediately dropped it with disgust and a little feeling of anger.
It was my best friend Camille.
I rolled my eyes in disgust because I knew why my best friend was definitely calling me.
She could not even wait for me to change my clothes or freshen up and rest. I thought to myself.
She is always like this whenever we see a cute new boy. She always wants to talk about him and makes sure we become friends with that boy in hopes of him asking her out.
I had always gone with that idea of being friends with new and handsome guys but this time was going to be different.
I don't want anything to do with Ryan. I do not even want to even look at him or say hi to him.
Immediately the phone stopped ringing, she called again.
I groan in anger because I knew she would never stop until I answer the call.
I picked up the phone with and answered the call.
“hey girl why haven't you been taking my calls?” Camile asked.
“How do I tell her I'm not interested in being friends with Ryan or any new boy anymore?” I asked myself.
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