I came to the party to forget him, and whatever memories we once shared. It was all too depressing, and when I thought back to how we broke up, I got so annoyed and felt like killing him.
The party had been thrown by my friend and the faces I was seeing were familiar faces, having gone to secondary school with most of them.
“Come on, why are you sitting here all by yourself?” David asked. He was the one who invited me to the party. “Get a drink, go out to the dance floor and dance freely. I want you to have the time of your life and forget that idiot. Please Chelsea, he’s not worth your thoughts,” he cajoled.
After much persuasion from him, I decided to get a drink from the bar.
“What do you have?” I asked the bartender.
“Scotch, mineral water, vodka, champagne, beer, chivita and others,” he replied.
“Okay, I would like the chivita. Thank you,” I said with a smile as he gave me the drink. The bartender was obviously struck by my smile and probably thought me a beautiful girl. He responded to my smile with a smile of his own.
“You’re very much welcome,” he replied with a grin.
He was cute, I thought; another time, another place, I might have considered him. But certainly not now. Not when my heart was still sore and hurting. I nursed my drink as thoughts flashed through my mind. Bayo asking me out, Bayo feeding me when I was sick, Bayo forcing me to take the drugs. Bayo! Bayo! Bayo! He was all I could think of and it annoyed me to no end.
I came here to forget him, yet everything reminded me of him. My mind flashed back to our break up and I felt such pain that I gasped aloud.
“Are you okay ma’am?” the bartender asked with concern. I’d even forgotten he was there. I managed to force a smile.
“I’m okay. Thank you.”
Then all the breath in my throat left in a rush leaving me breathless and my face pale. I gave a small whimper; I couldn’t believe my eyes. The bastard had the audacity to come here. And to think that he still had that confident smirk and arrogant swagger which I once thought was cute. ”
“The nerve of him!” I was fuming. I turned to look for David but he was nowhere to be found. He had a lot of explaining to do.
Oh no! He was coming towards my direction! I went into panick mode and quickly turned to face the bar while averting my face as he asked for a drink.
“Hello Chelsea,” he greeted with that low voice of his. The voice with which I had often teased him about, saying it was a bedroom voice. How dare he greet me after what he did? I tried to stand up but my legs were shaking and couldn’t hold me up; I was almost falling down when he reached out and grabbed my hand.
“Let go of me!” I screeched, eyes wide.
He held up his hands in surrender. “I meant no harm. I was just trying to help you.”
“I don’t need your help,” I bit back and turned to walk away. Suddenly he grabbed me again and pulled me against him with such force that my breath left my throat again.
“Do you remember this Chelsea? Do you remember us? We were so good together, we can still be,” he said with a meaningful smirk, eyeing my boobs openly.
I was so disgusted that I could barely speak and the annoying thing was that I felt weak and helpless. Bayo was the only one who had the power of doing just that to me and it irked me.
“Let go of me now, or I’ll scream,” I said through gritted teeth.
“Say it, you still want me. I can see it in your eyes. You never really got over me,” he taunted as he grabbed my behind.
I struggled against him and beat his chest furiously but his grip was too tight.
“Let me go, Bayo. I beg of you,” I pleaded, “what else do you want from me after everything?”
“I want you Chelsea, I’ve not quite gotten over you yet. You’re like an addiction my system is craving. We were once so good together, we can still be,” he said.
“Bayo, read my lips, it is over! Nothing can ever make me come back to you again, you despicable monster. Have you forgotten? You forced me! You took my virginity against my will! Get it into that thick skull of yours that WE ARE NEVER GETTING BACK TOGETHER!” I spat out.
His face hardened immediately and he became violent. “If I remember correctly, you enjoyed it sweetheart. Or didn’t you?”
I couldn’t believe him. He was truly despicable. I sought to slap that stupid smile of his face, but we were already attracting a crowd and he looked violent already so I couldn’t chance it.
“If the lady doesn’t want to go with you, why don’t you leave her alone?” a voice said behind us. I looked back gratefully, it was the bartender.
“I don’t see how this is any of your business,” Bayo growled.
“It is, when it becomes glaringly obvious that you are assaulting a lady,” the guy replied as he stepped out of the bar. Then I gasped. He was huge. He had broad shoulders, a lean waist, and he was tall and he looked angry. “Leave her alone!” he warned again.
“And if I don’t?” Bayo replied, as he gripped me tighter causing me to cry out.
Before anyone knew what was happening, the guy threw Bayo a punch and he fell to the ground. The whole place scattered and a fight broke out. Bayo’s boys wanted to fight back, while David rounded all his boys in support of the bar guy. Then we heard sirens and everyone scrambled out in a panic. Someone grabbed my hand in the din and I screamed out.
“It’s all right, it’s me,” the bar guy said. “Follow me. I’ll take you home.”
I was so grateful I could only nod as I held back a rush of tears.