WOUNDED

CHAPTER 24

I dedicate this chapter to & who are so so involved in reading my book and always give funny ass comments. 😂

Thank you all so much for always reading.❣️

KACELY
Song : No love - August Alsina

The sound of an engine saw wakes me up. Who on earth is cutting down a tree this early on a Sunday morning?
I open my eyes and the room is as clear as noon.

"Az?" I call out as I get out of the bed.
Maybe she's taking a shower.

"Az?" I ask as I open the bathroom, but it's empty. The toothpaste tube is lying uncocked on the sink.
Her books are gone from the table and that confirms my suspicion. She has left me alone, again.

Why does she always leave? It's like she's running away from me. But today isn't like the first day. I'm not under a stranger's shed, there's no old lady with a spatula and unlike before, I know her real name, I have her number and I know how to reach her.
Still, I would've preferred waking up to see her here, next to me.

Today marks yet another Sunday of me not going to Church. I haven't been to church since I left Ghana and it's so unlike me. Back home, I had missed Sunday service just thrice in my whole life. Twice because I got sick and once because the crusade was too far.
I had planned to look for a church nearby that was convenient enough for me to keep attending but it's too late for that. I guess it's kind of a good thing, because I'm not sure I can face God right now. I have done way too many un-OK things lately.

I open my bag and grab my phone, it's 10:42am already! How on Earth did I sleep that long?

Four missed calls from Amy and two from mom.
Two from Amy!

"The workout session." I whisper and sit down on the bed when I remember we had to go for sports today morning.

I can imagine how disappointed she could be. I bury my hand in my face for a minute, just thinking about it.

What will I tell mom?
I just moved in with her and now I'm sleeping out already, this is bad. So bad.

I jump out the bed and reach out for my clothes on the floor, putting them on as quickly as I can. Images of last night flash through my mind; Az on her knees between my legs, her riding me non-stop, her quiet moans, me getting off while we were holding eachother... It's alot and for a second I'm glad I didn't go to church today. I don't think I'm ready to look Jesus in the eye yet. I don't think she climaxed yesterday and I don't like the fact that I a ma unsure about that. I will love to have the confidence that I can please her and push her to the edge too.

I love what is happening so much and I don't want it to stop. It's like a spell or something.

I pack my bag pack and make up the bed. After that, I enter the bathroom and squeeze some toothpaste on my index finger before putting it in my mouth and spreading it. I rinse my mouth and head out after locking the door. I think I'll just give her the keys tomorrow at school.

I head into the elevator and God I still feel so tired. Come to think of it, I really do have all reasons to be sleep for so long. Yesterday was hectic; working out with Amy, doing chores at home, taking Afi to her dad's, studying with Az, sleeping with Az...

Why do I seem to have no self control with her? I do not like it. But I do not hate it enough to want to stop myself.

The elevator opens and I step out, heading for the door.

"Hey! " I voice calls and I'm not sure if it's me it's calling. I turn around and the woman signals for me to come, it's the same woman from last time.
I walk towards her, not knowing what to expect.