Life is something else, though. After breaking up with Craig, I figured out that the more I tried to get rid of him, was the closer we got; that the more we met was the more the feelings grew. I would see him everywhere: at the canteen; on my way to the washrooms; on my way home; and in all the night clubs we had been to before.

He was everywhere, and I couldn’t do anything about it. He started noticing it and he came up to confront me at my house late at night, just when I was about to get out of the bathroom.

His knocks were not similar to those of anyone, mainly because he knocked like he owned the door. That thing annoyed me, and I immediately knew it was him after he shouted. “Ey, you, Tash, are you gonna open or should I break in?”

He was full of himself, and sometimes I felt like crushing his damn, stupid head with a hammer, then feeding it to the dogs. But then again, his voice was just holy.

After listening to his shouts, I went to open the door with my gown on, which was the biggest mistake I had ever made. He came in and sat exactly where he liked to sit, but that time I didn’t sit next to him. Instead, I went for the couch. While he was sitting down, he kept scanning me, as if he was undressing me with his eyes, and I pulled up my gown and fastened the belt.

“What happened baby?” he asked. “I thought me and you were perfect. What went wrong?”

“Well, you went wrong, that’s what happened,” I responded. “I thoug …”

Before I could finish, he put his hand on my stomach and slowly moved to the bottom. “You thought what?” he said.

“I … I … fuck …” I mumbled. I swear, I hated that guy, but he knew my weakest points like he knew his mother’s name. “What’s the use of refusing, I’m still gonna lose it anyways,” I thought to myself. Then we went down to it, and yea exactly that: “sex”.

During the deed, Craig sure had a hard time with me because I was still a fully fletched virgin, and that made me cry every single moment of the process. Whoever mentioned that sex was nice definitely lied to me. That thing was hell’a painful. At some point, I pushed him off and ran to my bathroom. Once I got there, I cried like hell, then pulled myself together and went back in there to face him. When I got there, he was just sitting there, looking at me and saying absolutely nothing at all.

I looked back at him and we laughed our lungs out. He started teasing me about the sounds I had made and all that, and for a moment, I felt like I did the right things. We then took a shower together and he quickly ran off.

The following day, Craig came back for more and it became a habit. That was when I saw that I was trying to do the impossible by leaving him. He was like super glue, and he never let go of what he was holding on to. After a while, I started feeling used, then I remembered that Jaden had mentioned how Craig used to treat his girls like queens then ditch them like it all never happened.

“What if I’m next?” I wondered.

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