"Scar please leave." I whispered not wanting to have someone else walk in and see us.
He sprinted up to meet me dazzling me and knocking me out of breath.
How fast he was almost felt impossible if not that I watched him run up with my two eyes.
He tried to touch me, but I quickly backed away.
"Are you going to tell me your name or not?" My voice came out soft even though I wanted so much to sound in control.
My eyes traveled subconsciously down to his waist and down further until I could see the huge bulge in his pants.
He seemed to catch up to where my eyes had finally taken interest in. He smirked as his eyes Locked with mine.
"Mira.." He sighed, sounding as though he were in physical pain.
His voice. His goddamn voice was so seductive I moaned out softly even without him touching me.
My cheeks heated up at how easily I was falling back to him.
He owned and controlled my entire being.
I was weak. He had made me weak and I did not want to be this girl who couldn't stand on her word.
I ran up the stairs, tears burning my eyes as I did.
I was breaking my heart and breaking his, but overall I was getting weak and I dreaded the mere realization of it.
When I got into the house my heart was beating so fast that if I had opened my mouth it was likely to jump out of it.
"Mira where is the Maggie?" My mom asked immediately I pushed the door open and walked into the parlor with empty hands.
She looked up at me and back at the TV.
There was a movie playing on the TV, the type my mom loved so much.
Nollywood dramas.
Thus, I knew that she wouldn't pay much attention to me. Good! I needed to bath. I smelt of sex.
"She doesn't have." I lied as I entered into the room to take my nightwear.
I hoped that my mum won't ask why I wanted to bath again after taking my bath less than an hour ago.
"I found Two knorr under the first cupboard so I used it. I didn't dish out your food so when you are hungry you can take as much as you want."
I nodded, and silently walked into the bathroom.
"Don't forget to close the pot when you are done." My mom warned, her voice getting lost in the distance as I poured chilled water over my head.
I washed up slowly as I reincarnated every single touch of Scar in my head causing my body to heat up even under the cold bath.
After I was done bathing I took a slice of yam from the pot remembering to close the it afterwards.
I slowly and painfully ate in the parlour while I tried to take an interest in the movie my family was watching.
It didn't work though. Thoughts of Scar were etched in my brain and nothing could carve them out.
Nothing.
After I was finally done eating, which I had done just because I didn't want to raise any suspicion on the part of my mother I walked into the room.
I had no strength left in me anymore. No fight. No appetite. No desire. Nothing.
Without Scar I was but a mere space.
"Did you buy the biscuit for me?" David asked, startling me.
I didn't know how he had sneaked up behind me and maybe I wouldn't ever get to find out. It was David for you.
I wanted to go off on him but I was just too weak to. "Tomorrow. I promise." I replied.
He seemed to be satisfied with my answer as he walked back to the parlor.
I slowly dressed my bed and laid down.
My mind drifted to Scar again and this time I was alone hence I couldn't and didn't want to control the soft sobs that escaped from my lips.
The lips he had kissed so passionately.
I wished that I could turn back the hands of time so that I could have touched him too, but I couldn't.
Why couldn't he just tell me his damn name?! I thought as I curled myself on the bed and buried my head on my soft pillow wishing it was something hard like Scar's chest.
I was afraid to look down my window no matter how much I wanted to.
He might be there, waiting for me.
But this wasn't right.