"𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫..." 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥 𝐁𝐫𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐭
He was the only thing holding her together, preventing her from falling apart. He was the only thing that mad...
Hey, fam. Here's a little dose of sweetness to make up for my inconsistency that's out of my control.🥺♥️ Thank you for 14k reads and I see what y'all are doing! 15k reads in the bag soon.🔥 Thank you, Mi familia. I do not take it for granted.✨
This chapter might give you sweet tooth, jsyk.😂♥️
The song for this chapter- Obsessed by Fave.
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As I approached the estate, it felt like there was a gap—a disconnection between me and my emotions. I could feel them slipping away from me, and as the familiar gate came into sight, it became really hard to get a grasp on them. There was this wave of exhaustion that washed over me, engulfing me in a way that brought tired tears to my eyes.
I breathed softly in relief when I honked loudly and the gatekeeper opened up at once. I drove into the compound and pulled over in the garage. I turned off the engine, grabbed my bag and got out of the car. The guard was trying to greet me but I didn't spare so much as a glance in his direction before walking into the house.
My eyes snapped to the kitchen entrance when I heard footsteps. Mama Heather's bright eyes landed on me but her eyes soon softened with worry and I found myself quickening my pace so that I could get out of her sight on time.
"Shakira," She called out to me.
"Mama Heather, I can't do this right now. Abeg." I still didn't look at her, I just kept heading for the stairs. I could tell that she could pick up on the tiredness that oozed from my words.
"Are you okay?"
"I am fine!" I snapped, irritated as I ascended the staircase. Without casting a glance backwards, I headed for my room.
I kicked the door open and threw my bag somewhere in the room. For a fleeting moment, my mind wandered back to how difficult it was for me to concentrate on the exam questions, and how I struggled to answer the few I could. I knew without a doubt that if I had a C, the teacher just wanted to give me a pass.
My clothes suddenly felt too stuffy for me and I worked my fingers around the buttons of my shirt, ridding my body of it. My skirt and undies went off next but I paused mid-way when my phone beeped. I rolled my eyes and went back to the floor where I dropped my bag. I snatched it off the floor and retrieved my phone.
