MAD WOMAN

94. LET ME LOVE YOU.

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BIBOERE'S P.O.V:

"I know you still received medical attention even after you got transported to prison, due to the fact you're still recovering."

"So?" Another step.

"So you're not as strong as you assume to be." I held on to my straining confidence and fury.

"Were you keeping tabs on me whilst I was away, Biboere? How very...obsessive of you." I sniffed a hint of mockery in his tone as I moved back. At that moment, I would have rather eaten grass a pregnant goat peed on, than go anywhere near his existence.

"How dare you say that to me?" A surge of rage bursted through my veins with the force of a hurricane.

Eloka chuckled. "Someone needs an anger management class." He took a glance at my tightened fists that rested at my side.

My breathing got heavier and angrier as I felt a surge of tears threaten to burst out of my eye sockets. How dare he mock me? How dare he stand there and give me that condescending stare like he didn't put himself in a situation that made me watch him almost die in my arms? How dare he—

"Didn't you unofficially graduate out of N.D.U today? Why you dey vex like pesin wey don chop hot breakfast?" Eloka ran his eyes from the top of my head, to the sole of my feet. "See as you arrange face like shit wey dem march for ground."

I lost it.

PUNCH!

I found my balled fist angelically ascend in the air without wings, and land on his face with the wrath of hell. The sweet thought of murder ran through my head as I watched the side of his face brush to the other side as his fingers touched his cheek. I was too high on my hurt feelings to pay attention to the amusement that rest in his eyes as he took his time him straightening his body and face while rubbing his left cheek.

"You..." I manically inhaled and exhaled. "...have a lot of nerves speaking that way to me after everything you put me through."

"Put you through? Sweetheart, you're not the one that got stuck with a bullet dangerously close to their heart." He lifted the corner of his lips as he carried some loose locks of my hair and tucked them behind my ear. "E be like say you add weight sef."

"Doctor Naingba declared me malnourished two months ago when an inmate of yours sent you to the I.C.U."

"I didn't tell you not to eat."

"Fuck you!" I screamed at him. "You cannot even begin to fathom the pain I have felt and been through during these eight months."

"And how, pray tell, did I put you through whatever you are rambling about?" Eloka inquired so nonchalantly, almost as if he was testing my non-existent patience. As though he was intentionally putting up an act so he could indirectly force me to burst all I had been keeping in.

"You left me." My chin trembled as I felt a surge of tears threaten to rain down Niagara Falls. "I told you I loved you and you made me watch you die in my arms seconds after. What kind of sick person are you, Eloka?"

"I didn't die."

"I thought you did!" I hysterically began to pace around the living room like I was on steroids. "In my mind for those few months, images of your dead body filled them and haunted me in my dreams. No one said anything, nobody had information about you, not even your sister. I almost lost all sense of reasoning when news carried that no one could find you in Okolobiri. I thought the...same thing that happened with Chinanza, happened with you. I thought they kidnapped you from the teaching hospital. Not knowing your dad transported you to a hidden location. I couldn't sleep, I couldn't eat properly, I couldn't walk properly, I couldn't breathe properly. And you have audacity to fucking stand there and make fun of my pain?" I stared at him as his eyes softened at my spiraling. "You don't even care that I have missed you. You didn't even care when you left me. You almost died in my arms, and when you finally woke up, you carried yourself to prison?" I whimpered uncontrollably. "Did you take the blame because you preferred rotting in there than coming out to be with me?"