Just a night with him

The Scars She Hid From The World

REGINA MCBRIDE

The heavy iron gates of the Wilderness Correction Camp groaned as they released me after three years of state-sponsored hell. I stood on the dirt road, clutching a plastic bag that held my entire life, waiting for the family that claimed they sent me there for "rehab." My brother, Brady, picked me up in a luxury SUV only to throw me out onto a deserted highway in the middle of a brewing storm. He told me I was a "public relations nightmare" and that the rain might finally wash the "stink" of the camp off me. He drove away, leaving me to limp miles through the mud on a snapped ankle. When I finally dragged myself to our family estate, my mother didn't offer a hug; she gasped in horror because my muddy clothes were ruining her Italian marble. They didn't give me my old room back. Instead, they banished me to a moldy gardener’s shack and hired a "babysitter" to make sure I didn't embarrass them further. My sister, Kaleigh, stood there in white cashmere, pretending to cry while clinging to her fiancé, Ambrose—the man who had once been mine. They all treated me like a volatile junkie, refusing to acknowledge that Kaleigh was the one who planted the drugs in my bag three years ago. They wanted to believe I was broken so they wouldn't have to feel guilty about the "wellness retreat" that was actually a torture chamber. I sat in the dark of that shed, feeling the cooling gel on the cigarette burns that covered my arms, and realized they had made a fatal mistake. They thought they had erased me, but I had returned with a roadmap of scars and a hidden satellite phone. At dinner, I didn't beg for their love. I simply rolled up my sleeves and showed them the price of their silence. As the wine spilled and the lies crumbled, I sent a single text to the only person I trusted: "I'm in. Let them simmer." The hunt was finally on.

Modern Revenge Scheming

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A Night With Him

Cara's Nigerian Series.

Iyanuoluwa Akinniyi

Episode 1.

Angela Pov

I stuff the remaining clothes left on the bed in my old bag,I look up and wipe the beads of sweat on my forehead,mom came in shortly and she smiled.

"You're done"

"Yeah"I breathed out tiredly.

"You're graduating this week right?"

"Yeah,and we are organizing a party "

"I'm having a weird feeling about this party"

"Weird?"I asked confused.

"Yeah,I don't know maybe it's good or bad"

"Mum,stop stressing yourself over this issue,it's just an ordinary party"I drawled.

She move closer to me and held my hand,she interlock our fingers together and stare at me affectionately.

"Temi nikan soso(my one and only)you know we have no one,I'm just a hopeless widow struggling to make both ends meet,if not for the scholarship awarded to you,you would have drop out long ago,please do not put me to shane please"She begged with tears dripping down her face and I hug her immediately.

"Mama,I promise I won't put you to shane"

"Are you sure?"

"Yes mom I promise"

A little Introduction of myself,my name is Angela Adesuwa,the only child of a poor widow ,we live in the oldest house in the town,we were so poor that we can only afford two square meal a day,but through don't of handwork,my mom mom was able to sponsor me to a technical school, although she's not the one responsible for the fees but she's not the one catering all other needs.

I'm graduating this week and I'll do everything to make my mom enjoy the fruit of her labor.

She enter the room again and gave me 6,000 naira ,I gasp and pull her into a hug immediately, although I asked for 10,000 naira but half of a bread is better than none.

"Thanks so much mom"

"You're welcome."

Kike Pov

I sit at the doctor's office waiting for the doctor anxiously.

What's keeping her this long?

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