rie'
flies in my
t give me butterflies. It doesn't have
with my best friend d
ve me those butterflies in my stomach, that makes me excited about some
e going along this path and I still find it very hard to
begins, her hands touching my thighs, jerking me back to reality. Father is si
t length and we thought it's high time you knew. I think now is the
a boyfriend. But because I don't want anyone to
her. I turn to face her squarely. "I am
h a harsh tone. This isn't
guy all my life without even knowing about it? I have a boyfriend. I
t doing
is my life and I can choose to get to meet my so-called b
to be raised at my father
at way, you silly girl", Mother scolds
they were at each other's throats and I did
ne and I have no reason to
ing issues with my Mother. Mother is finding it very hard
gs or new places easily. Getting myself accustomed to
er down at her
e last time we went shopping, uhn? When was the last time we thre
want. This is what my Mother wants and she
utterflies. Alway
me. Getting married at this age and to som
she always uses whenever she wants me to comply. "Your father needs this help. The Lorenzos won't he
from the sofa in anger, my chest heaving up an
n you with other girls?" She retorts b
he know about F
again, two nights ago but this time it was with someone I know. She
in the act at a party I was invited to by
k the clue to get to the act before I was around. T
roke
cr
ogize and I was waiting all night for his calls. It ne
zed for hi
him. I don't want to have anything to do with Brenda ever agai
as with my best friend doesn't mean I will let him go. I won't let her have him. Fred and I ar
e
e is raised. "Do you even know what you are doing? He
within me, tears threaten
but she is close to my mother too and
lways condemned him and wanted me to leave him but now
herself and that w
talking. "This guy is handsome and wealthy. He is the
y index finger at her. "What I want is for
Father is silently watching us. Sparing him a glance
ere betrothed to each other since you were still a child and I won't have you m
r how Fred makes me feel. This is not just
ch of a real man he is. He might not be as wealthy
I walk out of the living room to the
g to have
da w