“The truth is, unless you let go, unless you forgive yourself, unless you forgive the situation, unless you realize that the situation is over, you cannot move forward.” – Steve Maraboli
They always say choosing a right lover is very important. I say choosing right friends is equally important. Many people get themselves in messy situations because of friends. One might tell you to walk away from such friends, but it’s not easy to just pack your bags and leave. We always try to do our best for our friends, but sometimes it does not end well for us. By the time we realise we got ourselves in a mess, time would be long gone. My brain was pondering all over the place as Una got out of the car with a gun in his hand. The last thing I wanted was to see another corpse. I chose to remain in the car. It was only when Una manhandled the poor person that I got out of the car to stop him. He was forcefully asking her if she saw a lady of Marcia’s description.
“Babe, you can’t go around assaulting people. We are not even sure that Marcia came this side. What you are doing will only attract unnecessary attention. Please drop me at my place. I will make a plan to find Marcia tomorrow,” I said while pulling Una back. The anger on his face was difficult to unsee. Luckily he got in the car and we drove back to the house. He told this his associates that we couldn’t find the girl. The irritating lady tried to blame me for the escape but Una told her to sit down. I think she was just angry Una was mine. It was quite clear she wanted him for herself. Girls are capable of hating another girl because the guy they like chose her. She didn’t give me sleepless night because I knew Una liked me. She was not in my league.
Una wanted me to sleep over but I refused. I wanted to sleep at my place. He refused to drive me to my place because he was pissed and tired. He asked his friend to drive me to Braamfontein. I was not comfortable with it but that was the only option presented to me. I got in the car and the guy ignited the engine. We didn’t say anything to each other for the first nine minutes of the trip. “What are you doing with a murderer like him? Don’t you think he will kill you like he killed his other South African girlfriends? Do you even know he has a wife back in Nigeria?” the guy said. I don’t even understand why men are called dogs. A dog is the most loyal animal on earth and men are not. The guys didn’t even blink when he badmouthed his friend. I knew exactly where his talk was going, between my thighs.
I gave him a disgusted look and kept quiet. “Do you even know why he refused to drive you home? You don’t have to be a genius to see that those two people wanted privacy. They are probably chopping each other right now. You deserve someone like me who will be loyal to you. I can treat you better,” he continued. Fortunately we got to my place because he could continue assassinating his friend’s character. I got out of the car and left without saying goodbye. I was pissed at him for thinking I was one of those naïve girls. I struggled to sleep that night. I couldn’t stop thinking about what happened to Marcia. There was no way she could have walked from Kibler Park to Braamfontein. I also wondered when Una was planning to bring back my car. I didn’t even have my bag and phone. I slept around dawn with all those thoughts toying in my mind.
I was woken up by a knock in the morning. It was a security guard from downstairs. She told me there was someone to see me downstairs. I quickly got dressed and went downstairs. I was expecting Una only to find Marcia there. I grabbed her to the corner and gave her a piece of my mind. I was glad she was safe but she was stupid to come to my place. She told me she wanted money to leave Gauteng. I told her I didn’t have any because my bag was in Una’s car since the Sandton drama night. I told her to leave because Una was gonna come to fetch his other car. It was still parked outside. Marcia wanted to argue that I didn’t care about her but I told her to leave if she still wanted to live. I could feel it in my blood that Una was on his way.
Just before Marcia could head to the exit, I saw Una’s car parking outside. I quickly asked the security guard to sign Marcia in. Heading to the exit was going to be the end of her. I told her to go hide at my place. I walked to the street to meet Una. He asked if I had seen Marcia since last night and I said no. I told him what the guy said about him and he laughed. I expected him to be angry. We drove to Rosebank to have breakfast. From Rosebank we drove to some house in Hydepark to fetch my car. He told me his friend owned the house. I was so happy to be reunited with my car, phone and handbag. He left his car in Hydepark and we used my car back to drive to Braam. He was going to fetch his other car. When we got to Braam he told me he wanted to use a bathroom. I made an excuse that he couldn’t go to my room because it was not clean. He looked at me and asked if I was hiding something. I laughed and told him I had nothing to hide. I signed him in and we headed to my apartment. My feet were sweating.
He didn’t even wait for me to open the door, he opened the door himself……