Short stories,

The Worse Kind of Betrayal (Part 1) : Regret

February 26, 2015 Ezer Kenegdo 1 Comments


 I grasped my chest with my left hand and I tried to steady myself with my right, as the first jolt of pain ripped through me. I silently gasped for air and thought to myself, so this is what it feels like to die, as my knees began to buckle.

“Bidemi! Oh my God! Bidemi!” Bode yelled as he reached out to grab me.

Maybe it was the sound of his voice, or the touch of his hand, but in an instant, new life was breathed into me.

“Don’t you dare touch me” I said as I regained my footing and my eyes started to sting. I rolled them back and took a very deep breath. Don’t do it. Girl don’t do it. My initial reaction was bad
enough, I knew I couldn’t afford to show any more signs of weakness, I wasn’t about to cry in front of this man.

“Bidees I’m really sorry, just tell me how to make it up to you - anything and I’ll do it”

I almost laughed. How does someone makeup for a thing like this?!

I wasn’t sure what to do. If this were a movie, I’d be kicking him out right about now, or do I pack a bag and go to .....no! This can’t get out. The way I see it, I can either begin to deal with this now or delay the inevitable. Think it’s best to address it now. But am I strong enough to handle this now? Maybe I need to take a break to gather my thoughts. Maybe I need to calm down first. Maybe I need too......

“Bidees say something”

“What’s her name?” I asked before fear got the better of me.

“It was Alero.” Came the half whispered reply.

In a flash I saw red. Whatever pain I felt had been quickly replaced by anger – a huge amount of it.

“Alero!”

He remained silent.

“The same Alero you told me was just a friend. The one you said I didn’t have to worry about” I said sarcastically, pointing at him. “The one you made me feel silly over”





“I know and I’m sorry, so sorry. I promise there was nothing going on between us then...” Hitting his left palm against his forehead, “what am I saying? There is nothing going on between us. It was a mistake, a stupid mistake that I regret. I know saying I’m sorry cannot make up for this. Just tell me what to do to make up for this and I’ll do it.”

In that moment, what must have been a million things I could have said to him raced through my mind. All of which I’m sure I’d regret in the morning. God, help me. You just have to help me.

“If it means anything to you Bidees, you were right to be concerned and I’m sorry I didn’t listen to you”

“How did it happen? – everything, from the beginning”

“Okay”

To be continued ......


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1 comment:

  1. Patiently waiting for part 2

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