Chapter thirteen

By Prescoviah Merilyn

Chapter thirteen

Am awoken by a loud bang on my door. I had slept off... It's 9:00PM. How long have I been asleep. I can hear people talking outside.

"Sir she didn't seem herself when she came back, she didn't even look at me. she came, and immediately went upstairs... and locked herself in there... She didn't even come out for lunch"

"Vanessa open up" My father roars.

"There's also a gentleman who came here after like... forty to fifty minutes...aproximately... Forty five... Yeah... looking for her... But the poor thing knocked his life out... She refused to open up…what's wrong with her?"

I sit up on bed. Torah is her name? She should be fired. Don't you think? Yes I think so, too. She pokes her nose where it doesn't belong. I open up, my dad storms into my room...

"What is this?" My room is a mess.

"Nothing." I say quietly

"There's something important I want to discuss with you, come to the study." calls in the housekeeper "clean this up." Yeah, clean that up, nose poker... Gossip bee.

I rest my self in an arm chair as my dad paces to and fro. Told you, he is the first Evans. Now why is he pacing? At once, he stops.

"your getting married next week."

What now???? I can't help a laugh. Marriage to who?

"What do you mean married?"

"Mr. Hart is giving us a large investment.... This means our company will be safe, all debts will be settled... the insurance... and your future... It's a big offer... You just have to get married to Evans"

"Am not marrying anyone"

"What?"

"Am not marrying Evans dad! "

"What... Vanessa are you crazy, this is a big opportunity, for you... It's for your future, for the company! "

"it's your company!" I get up. "Am not marrying him, dad... And oh yeah, to borrow your words, It's final." I head for the door.

"You don't decide what to do in this house!" Father!

"Will you stop treating me like am some property... You use for business transactions… to pull off deals...in shows, companies, am your daughter for God's sake" I tear up.

He still doesn't get it. He comes closer resting his arm on my shoulder.

"That's why am doing all this for you... It's all for you... for your own good dear"

"Well I don't want it, dad."

"Vanessa"

As I attempt to leave, I collide with someone. Great! The devil.

"Come in son, please"

"Good evening Mr. Mats... I came as fast as you called. "

"Yes... It's about your wedding... It's next week."

"What? Ohh"

"Yes... And Vanessa here says she won't marry you. Talk to your woman!"

"Of… course… Mr.Mats…" they shake hands. The deal is sealed?

Am forced to spill it all out. I have had enough.

"Dad he cheated on me!" Evans eyes me like a frog. Yes you did, now suck it... My dad turns around, raises his eyebrows and laughs a little like he is choking. He is really aging! Now what's funny?

"What?"

"He is fornicating with Ashanti" am still reporting... It's the only card I can use right now.

"And that's the reason you don't want to marry him? Yes... And Simeon who I will tell you about later. "Vanessa, he is a man. What's wrong with you?Please son, take Vanessa out and talk some sense in her…please!"

He leaves us in the study. As I attempt to leave, Evans pulls my hand.

"please Vanessa let's talk."

"talk? Talk about what in particular... You sleeping with my bestie for all this time, or insisting on marrying me... I don't want to see your face." I let go and as I reach for the door. He shouts.

"Yes I made a mistake... I had an affair... I betrayed you" he comes closer his thumb on his lips. What now?

"but am not the only culprit here... You fooled around too... With the Great Simeon." he is drawing caps in the air, rolling his eyes.

"At least am sorry, but you... Haha! How you were proud of it, how you rubbed it in my face…you are equally a traitor, the worst... Now enough with this show! You are no different."

"Really? Am no different? I haven't fucked Mathew, your little best friend.…and thinking about it, I think I should, he would last longer!"

Laughter evaporates from his face. His rigid gaze is accompanied by hard breathing like he is fighting something out. He is overly sweating. You see, just mentioning it and he turns lethal. I pull my hand away from his, but he grabs me, forcing his lips on mine. What the heck? Get off me!

I can't speak. He is kissing me wildly. He pulls my night gown off. He is turning me inside out. I hit his face hard but he doesn't let go. He pushes me down forcing my legs part…until he tears through.