She came back. Two days after he had driven in frenzy all around Lekki imagining the worst. Had she gone back to David? Did she overdose? Cut herself and bleed to death? He had gotten little sleep and his leave had started to seem worthless. He had begun thinking of resuming work when she appeared…
She came back.
Two days after he had driven in frenzy all around Lekki imagining the worst. Had she gone back to David? Did she overdose? Cut herself and bleed to death? He had gotten little sleep and his leave had started to seem worthless. He had begun thinking of resuming work when she appeared at his doorstep, clean looking and smiling with a book in her hand.
“I’m sorry about the note. I was feeling dramatic and really had to go back for this.”
She held the book towards him.
“It’s the one thing my addiction has managed to boost – my creativity”
He took the book and stood looking at her. She was completely clueless about the horrifying two days he had just endured.
“So. Can I come in? In case your offer still stands, I’m kind of homeless. I can clean till I find suitable work and start paying you rent.”
He stood at the door – silent, contemplating which need was greater. Shaking her till her teeth chattered or kissing her till her lips were swollen.
Get a grip Dare, she’s barely an adult.
He settled for none.
“Don’t EVER, pull that kind of stunt on me. You want therapy; you’ve got to learn to behave like you want it. You want to live here, you don’t run away in a whim and leave disturbing notes and a pool of blood behind. Do you get me?”
And with that he walked away tossing the keys to her room in her face.
Dammit I’ve ruined my opportunity.
I’ve got to start behaving myself.
I watched as he walked away, his anger visible through the stiff in his shoulders. And I couldn’t help but notice how good he looked out of his office.
Get a grip, you horny addict. He’s ten year older than you are. It’s never going to happen.
I had to make it up to him. I spent the rest of the day avoiding him. In the evening, he called me out to plan our sessions. I would have my free time to myself as long as we had a two hour session every evening, from 4:00-6:00, but I would have to tell him whenever I was leaving the house. My curfew was 12 midnight and I would call if for any reason I decide to stretch the curfew with details of my co-ordinates.
“Today marks our first proper session. You will not pull any stunts on me. In our sessions, I am your psychologist and you are my patient and we will keep those boundaries”
I was getting sick of being ordered round.
“And what about after our sessions? Do we still keep any…boundaries?”
Dare remained silent.
“Let’s begin shall we?”
So I got up. “I agree with your rules, but since we are in a bit of a twist here, I want to change some rules. I’m your dirty little secret After all, so I get some perks. You can take your notes, tie my drug addiction to some weird incident when my uncle would ask me to sit on his lap or whatever, but you have to grant me one favor.”
“What is it?”
“You have to get high with me.”
Dare could only look on in silence.
I continued: “it’s the only way you can get it. You have to be high with me. Don’t worry, you have way too much self-control to become an addict and I promise, it’ll be like trying alcohol or weed for the first time.”
“I’m not much of a drinker.”
“Yawn. So you’re going to do it? And I promise to be the perfect dirty little secret.”
I didn’t expect his reply.
“Well, what are we waiting for?”
“Choose your method: drinking or injecting?”
“I’ll make it better.” He got up, went to the kitchen and came back out with a bottle of Vodka. “Let’s make it drinking worth remembering.”
This was going to be interesting.
She got the meth and proceeded to pour out shots. I took the case from her and emptied the content into the bottle, shaking it as I spoke.
“You’re not the only meth expert. I have Google.
She just looked on. What I conveniently excluded was that I had spent a better part of last night researching the ways drug addicts die from overdosing.
We clinked glasses. It was on.
One two three…nine shots later…
I’ve never been able to hold my liquor. Oh God, this was a bad idea, but the meth was slowly working its way on. This was different. It was a steady kind of high, punctured with occasional spikes of high that made me burst into laughter.
Everything was so…soft, the colours of the room glowed and I felt swathed in this blueish yellow glow. I turned to look at Dare staring at me.
There are so many colours. It’s like time has stopped. I’m looking at her eyes, liquid brown pools of adult contentment. This is the first time I’ve seen her calm. She’s so beautiful.
He’s so hot.
And then she took his hand, and he took hers, lifted her up. And then they were dancing, laughing and falling all over each other.
Rock city – You Are
Aint no way you should be in here alone, imma make it better…
Funny songs, fast songs, loud songs gave way to slow songs. Laughter became silence, glances became full on stares.
And then the power went out.
And the laughter resumed as Dare realized he hadn’t remembered to get fuel for his gen since electricity was almost always constant.
Still in the dark, he could see her eyes bright and shiny, feel her skin against his. She could feel herself moving closer, getting hotter, the need to take her clothes off interrupting her thoughts with increasing frequency.
It was getting hot, really hot. Was it his mind or did she just take her top off. Yeah, it was hot. He followed suit. Soon after they were half naked and huddled together near the window.
The last thing he remembered was leaning towards her face, his hands encircling her waist
And the rest of the night was a blur…
In typical fashion, Dare woke up at 7:00am shirtless and surprisingly, with no hangover. He had fulfilled his part of the deal and their therapy would go as scheduled. And as soon as she was good, she would be on her way and life would go on as normal.
He had experienced meth, they had laughed, danced and slept off. Typical…
In the space of three seconds, he knew things would not go as scheduled. The plate he was holding fell as Fareeda walked in wearing the shirt he had on last night and a rush of memories flooded his mind.
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