Britney's Poor Rich Lover

Wasted, done and dusted was the best description that would fit her now,since Britney was no longer living,she was just existing. Years ago I met her at the Valley side,a cool place in one of the best countries in the world, but yet to be recognized,Nyake. This was where Britney grew up and we've been friends since childhood. One of the greatest lessons I've learnt about love,was from the amazing bond of friendship that existed between us. My name is Fridah,and just like everyone,I've got a story to tell. Only that this time it ain't mine,This is a story about my best friend,a person I once knew, Britney’s Poor Rich Lover. I and Britney grew up In a coastal town of Nyake,a country filled with few but enormous potential. We were not an exception to the rest of the ghetto kids and this life was really something else,so this was never the way to go. I had to tell Britney what was on my mind. “It's time we move out sister ,with all this kind of lifestyle. Change will forever be impossible.” We had shared so much to a point that I referred to her like a blood sister and she would take me for more than that. Not only did we do that because of the strong bond we two shared, but it was undeniable truth too that we shared a common mind. I watched her take a sit as she begged me to join her and moments later she would come with her very own response, “Am sorry Malia,” She calmly said, mentioning that one name I hated the most even if it was my title. “I can't go with you, since we now have to go separate ways.” “What's up with you Britney? Why capsize this ship when we're almost reaching the shore? Think about it sister ?” I begged her not knowing what she was thinking at the moment. Surely a loving heart,is always a dangerous mind. It is indeed nothing but the truth that I had noticed her recent change,a change she was more than willing to inform me about, “I'm in love Fridah Malia,and Paul makes me feel so special. He's the best thing that has ever happened to me and just like the other girls,I would like to have a grab and a little taste of how passion feels.” Among all the people,the last one who would come up in my mind was him. Many would say how rich he was but from all the suffering we had been through,my only wish was that she would not fall for the rich and arrogant. “Paul drives me crazy, Malia, he's tall and he dresses to kill. Could you believe that he promised to marry me as fast as I could move in with him?” She said making me feel like Britney was being over naive and curious to explore since this was her first love,and I advised her to take it slowly and this was the advice that she gave me, “Can't believe that you are not happy for me Malia, after all that we have shared. I no longer need you,watch me go marry Paul. After all you see nothing about love since you're blind my friend. Maybe one day when your eyes will see you'll come to experience what it feels like.” That was almost the last time that I was going to hear from her,so she left me for Paul. And I wasn't going to remain either,so leaving too for a greener pasture just like I had planned,was something that I was gonna do for the very first time,alone. So having her chasing her love,and me chasing the bag,we went separate ways. In my mind it reoccurred at how she talked about my being ‘abled differently’ but it was never a big deal,since I loved her so much to still focus on her. Inside the only bus in the town,my sister left and everyone would tell by the look from her eyes that the little girl was so deeply in love, and it was never going to take a while before reuniting with Paul. Despite him being totally rich,he lived with his mother in the capital of Nyake. That's where the two lovebirds were going to meet,and Britney would never wait to meet her coming mother in law, Nyake’s capital city was Vilaroa and it was never going to be hard to locate the lover since it was definitely the most luxurious house in the neighborhood. Britney was given a princess treatment but encountered a traumatic exposure. At first she felt so happy walking in but upon noticing some specific sounds, she was drawn closer to her man’s room. Only for her to find him in a birthday suit making love with a person she was informed by Paul of being the mother. Paul was enjoying the satisfaction of smashing,the satisfied ‘mum’ became unsatisfied. “Give me some head my baby!!” She said and like a hungry dog,Paul sucked her soul out of her, knowing vividly that his newly found lover from the ghetto was watching them. Britney was never going to let her rest anymore,it felt like she'd been stabbed so hard and cut into several pieces and her innocent heart was bleeding so bad from the hurt. So she needed someone to talk to. That was when I got a phone call from her and could not waste a time to pick it up and what I heard from my sister was devastating, “You were right Fridah,Paul is a p*****t. I could not believe that he did this to me.” Britney was so full of surprises and even as a friend I would not say that I new her so well, but my heart would listen how badly she was betrayed and her tone was something of concern, “What a miserable life we live in sister , our lives have been nothing but a mystery. If the people we trust the most will continue hurting us, what's the point of living?” Britney would then remind me of how sorry she was and also told me that she loved me too but this was going to be the last time I was going to hear from her, since she was going to commit suicide and there was nothing I was going to do about it. And that's how an interesting story of her love from the rich man of Vilaroa started, picturing how the two were going to go through the unimaginable all in the name of love. But what's the point of love if it hurts dearly?