After a long anticipated party hosted by one of the most popular boys in school, a rumour goes round the entire school and gets the names of the two least expected classmates, in the mouths of the entire population of Castron High.
One word: Madness...
Hi guys! This update must be a big surprise to all of you! I decided to make this one come early so that you will all be happy. Also because my goal is to have the last chapter of TMBT Book One be dropped by 30th November 😂
So, yes, we ARE here with the second to last chapter! Also — if God willing and I finish up this book by the 30th of this month — I will be going LIVE on my new Tiktok or Instagram page where we can all interact and discuss concerning the book, whichever of them. Can't wait to see you all there! For now, let's get into this one. 😌🔥 {Well, fuck I forgot to edit this A/N💀}
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{Bonus points if you can comment correctly when this happened. Hint: it is not Chapter 95}
BTW: Song for this chapter is MONSTER by Shawn Mendez and Justin Beiber. Check media to see the song video and enjoy.❤️
{PS: Trigger Warning in this chapter}
~DABI~
Pathetic.
Pathetic.
Pathetic.
Those were the words that were ringing all through my mind, echoing the loudest out of all the noise inside me, sounding the most distorted, the most aggressive and domineering out of all the fucked up voices that filled the hell that lived in my head.
Pathetic. The most accurate word that I had ever known that described, perfectly, a girl like Dabeluchi Orji.
And to think, I had almost forgotten how pathetic that I was, how utterly and shamefully pathetic my entire being fucking was. I had forgotten after I met Marcus Bruno Acha.
After I had made him make me believe that I was more than the dirt that I had soiled my own name in, after I had made him fill my head with words of admiration and adoration, made him speak his enthrallment of me into my own beliefs. After I had let him get into my head, believe him like he was my faith. And let him worship me too, like I was his religion.
I let him... Let him breath his air of healing into me like God gave us life. Turned a pack of dirt, dust and nothing into a living, breathing soul.
I made him my source of healing.
My saving grace.
My God.
See what I had done. I made Marcus Bruno Acha – a mere mortal like me, broken alike – my own God.
The voices that I had learned to shut down, to ignore, they all started coming back in whispers. Low creeping whispers that felt like they got louder by the second. Each second, from the moment that Marcus was 'confessing' that he knew about my friends' shadiness all along, telling me that just like my friends who had lied and betrayed me as deeply as they did, he was also not one to be trusted either.
