Truth Unfolded 1

I woke up the next morning with pains all over my body. My eyes landed on the other side of the bed, but no one was there. I glanced at the whole room, trying to remember how I got there, but I got a headache instead.

I looked down at my own body, and realized that I was naked, so I picked up the duvet and wrapped myself in it before standing up from the bed to try to check whose room it was, but I fell down to the ground. I was so weak; my limbs were hurting so bad and I had a throbbing headache. As I looked at the bed, I saw blood stains on it and all the memories of last night came rushing back into my memory and tears started crawling down my cheeks.

"I trusted him, he said he was going to wait till I was ready" I muttered at the midst of my tears. Why did he do this to me? I was ready to even get married at a young age because of him. I loved him with all of my heart.

"What did I do wrong? Why was life against me? Why me?" I kept asking my God different questions. I kept wondering why everyone was rejecting me. 

"Was he only with me because of my body?" That question suddenly popped up in my head. "No no no, that can't be possible. Steve loves me, maybe he was drunk" I tried to assure myself.

I held her chest "B-but...he drove me here himself, so obviously he wasn't drunk" she continued sobbing. 

"Where did he go to now? How will he leave after what he did? I am so going to kill him when he returns" I yelled as I managed to stand up and walked outside the room, leaping, but he was also nowhere to be found. 

I decided to return into the room to get a warm shower but I had no clothes to wear because my dress was in pieces. I didn't know what to do, so I opened the door of the closet, I realized that it was a walk-in closet--but why was it women's clothing. I was so shocked; it was a typical example of a rich woman's closet.

"Wow, this is so beautiful" I marveled as I entered and I touched all the shoes, heels and cloths that were in there.

This has always been the dream closet of almost every young lady out there, even me, so I started taking pictures of the closet. At least, I would be able to get my mind off the pain I was suffering from.

The dresses looked expensive and sophisticated, there were all designers. I couldn't help but touch them. "Who owned all of this? Was it his mom's?" I couldn't help but ask myself those questions.

I walked to the end of the line, then saw a big black plastic bag. "What's in it?" my curious self wanted to know what was in it, so I opened the bag and poured out the content.

It was another big plastic bag that was in it. Trash was written boldly on the plastic bag, but I still opened it and poured the content out. It was filled with various cloths, jewelries and shoes.

The cloths were all good, so why was trash written on the plastic bag?

I shrugged my shoulders "Who knows" I placed them all into the plastic bag and moved to the next line of closet--it seemed like it was a section for jewelries--real gold jewelries.

The Wristwatches, necklaces, earrings, were all made of real gold and stones. I kept wondering if Steve was actually that rich.

Then I saw a glass box that was placed on a table, there was a necklace in, shinning and gallant. I so wanted to touch, if possible, wear it. It was made of real diamond and on the door of the box, it was called the sea of stars. 

I did a quick research and found out that the necklace worth over 7 million dollars 

"He was that rich?" Why didn't she know? Though, he never talked about his family or status, she was still supposed to know, right?

Then suddenly I heard a knock on the door of the room. I hurriedly dropped the necklace and ran to open the door, before I did, a lady that's obviously in her early thirties was already inside the room. 

I was confused, because I remembered locking the door before entering the closet "How did you get in and how may I help you?" I asked confusedly.

"I have a spear key and Oga instructed that I come and pick up some of madam's trash in the closet. Please who are you?" She asked.

"Steve brought me here" I answered her. "Let me quickly get the trash" she said with respect.

"May I please follow you there? I asked. 

"Sure" she answered and we both walked into the closet.

The lady picked the plastic bag I saw the other time and tidied up the place before going out. "Sorry to ask but is this the trash you were talking about?" I asked surprised.

The lady smiled "You are also surprised right? That's how madam is, she doesn't wear a dress thrice and if anybody touches her jewelry, she will throw it out"

So where are you taking it to?" I asked.

"To throw them out of course"

"Can't you use them?"

"She can't see me wearing any of these things, or else I don't know what might happen to me" She said. 

I summoned the courage to ask "Pls can I have it?"

She was quiet for some while before answering "Sure, but you have to pay me to keep me quiet" she said.

"I will, thanks so much. But please do me a favor and keep it for me till I'm leaving" I jumped happily assuring myself that coming to this place was a blessing in disguise. "Okay no problem but you will pay me twenty thousand" 

"That's my two-month salary in the hotel I work" I was marveled at the price she called but I will pay you a five thousand as soon as I collect the package then I will pay the rest at the end of the month" I said.

"No problem, but you would have to tell me where you work, give me your phone number and a picture of you. And, if you treat me well, I will supply you all of her used things". She continued, "But my commission will depend on how valuable the items are" she said.

I took her hand into mine and knelt down "Thank you very much. You don't know how much this means to me. Thank you"

She helped me to get on my feet "It's nothing. I'm also getting my own share, and God also hates waste" she smiled.

"Can i ask a question please?" 

"Sure"

"Who is this madam to Steph?" I asked.