AFRAID TO LOVE.Episode 5

AFRAID TO LOVE
Episode 5
Writer - EWOMA
Presenter - BBREIGNS

Episode 5.
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Purity got home with anger written all over
her face. She had fiercely gripped the
steering wheel as if it was Jeremy’s neck. If
it was, she’d have strangled him. The b-----
d not only bumped into her, smashed her
phone, he also kissed her- placed his lips on
hers and carried her off her feet. He even
had the nerve to introduce himself as her
fiance. D--n! That Jeremy got some nerve,
who the hell does he think he is? But she
had to admit- the kiss was really something.
She had loved every bit of it. Oh, shut up!
She scolded that tiny voice.
“Purity!” she heard her mama call.
She hesitated before turning to answer her
mother.
The average woman in her mid-fifties,
stared at her only daughter with concern in
her eyes. She was all dressed up, probably
coming in from an outing.
“What is wrong?” Prudence asked her
daughter.
Purity rolled her eyes. “I need to rest,
mama. We’ll talk in the morning.”
Prudence’s lips pursed. “Your papa and I
were worried sick about you. You called, you
wanted to come home. Later, you turned your
cell off. What happened?”
Purity sighed. She was in no mood to talk
with or to anyone. She just wanted to go into
her room, shut the door, think of how to get
a new cell and what to do about that Jeremy
of a guy and her father. D--n them!
“My cell went bad. It spoilt.” she frowned.
“There’s no need for you two to worry about
me. I’m okay and can take care of myself.
I’m grown up.” she turned to leave.
Prudence was startled at the fact that
Purity’s cell went bad. “Your cell? How come?
Its your favourite and you are usually
careful with your things.”
Purity groaned. “Accidents do happen, don’t
they?”
Prudence agreed. “They do. But-”
“Thanks mama. Night.” she trudged to her
room.
“At least, look me in the eye.”
Purity kept moving down the hall way.
Prudence wasn’t surprised. This daughter of
hers. “Say good night to your father.”
“Do it for me.”
Prudence couldn’t see her daughter
anymore. She sighed. What a daughter!
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The water kept splashing on her face. She
continued scrubbing her lips with a soft foam
and soap. She was in the bathroom staring at
herself in the mirror as she scrubbed. She
made up her mind to wash out every taste of
him off her and let them go down the sink.
This mistake that had happened would never
repeat itself. The b-----d would be out of
her life for good. She’d do something the
next day. Now, all she had to do was
concentrate on getting his scent, taste off
her.
Thinking about what he had done to her,
taking advantage of her again got her
angrier. She too had been stupid to stand
there and just let him harass her! She
continued scrubbing hard and hard. Her
indignant state made her forget she was
actually scrubbing her lips.
“Ahhh!” she cried out in pain.
She stared at her image on the mirror. Her
lip was bruised, blood oozed out. She touched
it and felt instant pain. She squeezed her
face. Her finger nail had cut a bit of her
flesh. She scowled. Ha! Whatever! She felt
she’d done enough washing off. She slid out
of her towel and sank into the bath tub.