A Contract With The Lesbian, chapter two

Cecilia pov’s “It not what you think, Cecil”, he said to me, but I ran off in tears.

I hurriedly went to the road, waiting for a cab in tears, but it seemed none was coming this way. “Please listen to me,” he said, and I began to walk off hurriedly.

He caught my hand and turned me to face him. Fortunately, he was in his singlet and shorts. “What do you have to say, Aroan?”

I yelled to his face as he bowed his head in shame. He said, “I’m sorry, Cecil,” and I slapped him hard on his face.

“You are not sorry, and don’t ever call me Cecil again because you lost that right,”

I said, walking away from his sight. I dried my tears and walked unconsciously, making me bump into someone; I raised my head to apologize, only to see the girl from the party yesterday. I guess her name should be Betty.

“Hey,” she said and looked at me, smiling, Her face dissolved when she noticed the tears in my eyes, but I was quick enough to dry it up and place a fake smile on my face.

I am sorry for bumping into you. I didn’t notice someone coming before me, I said to her, still faking a smile. “It’s alright, but if you don’t mind me asking, are you okay,” she said, looking concerned.

Am fine, I replied quickly and sniffed in. “I hope so, but if you need a friend or maybe want to have some fun,” she said, smiling as she handed me her card.

I will be fine, I replied immediately after receiving the card from her. I was about to walk away from her when she called me back; when I turned around to know what she wanted from me, she quickly hugged me and pinched my nipple, making me gasp in shock. I pushed her away in anger, but she smiled and muttered, “I like you,” before leaving me in shock.

“Can somebody tell me what just happened?”

I thought, still staring at her as she swayed her hips. I guess today is one of the far most craziest days of my life. First, I broke up with my seventh boyfriend, and now I am meeting a physio or maybe a lesbian, I thought and walked away.

I used to think Aroan would be different from all the other guys I had dated before, as tears brimmed down my eyes. After all the promises he made to me, he still went ahead and cheated on me. I gave him my body, my love, and care, but he ended up breaking my heart.

I told him what I had gone through with the other guys I dated and how they all left me one after the other, but he ended up doing the same again; he broke my heart all over again; even after everything we shared, the good times and the love. I kept walking in tears, and people around me kept giving me strange glances, somewhere that of pity, but I didn’t care; all I knew was I had been broken again for the seventh time. I knocked on the door.

Joanna opened the door and gasped. Her eyes immediately landed on me. I am sure I looked so pathetic.

I chuckled at my thoughts. “Oh my gosh, what happened to you?”

Amelia roared as she quickly removed her apron and rushed to me. I burst into another loud cry when I sat on the sofa. The pain came back again, and that feeling of being used made me busted into a loud cry; why is my life like this?

Why is it so difficult for me to experience love? Am I cursed? I asked them loudly, and they muttered “No” and rushed to hug me tightly.

We are always here for you, Amelia said while I sniffed in. Arran cheated on me, I muttered, and they looked at me in shock. Joanna refused to believe me until I narrated everything to her.

She stood there, shocked, and looked at me in pity. “He is a d**khead,” she growled and kicked the air.

“You know he happens to be my seventh boyfriend, and after all I did for him, he cheated on me; he broke my heart. He treated me just like the other guys have; he rendered me cheap”, I said in tears.

“Don’t say that, you know you aren’t; let’s just believe Aroan is not your prince charming because when you finally meet your prince charming, he won’t leave you cause you are special,”

Amelia said to me, and I chuckled. I have lived in the fairy tale far too long, and it is always the same; this is reality, Amelia. Stop making me feel matter, I said in a cracked voice.

“You know, I blame myself for falling into the traps of this guy. I blame myself for feeling this pain because I should be used to it by now, but it hurts so much,”

I added as tears brimmed down my eyes. “Cecil,” they both called my name sadly, but I ignored them and went to my room.

I need to be alone; maybe then I can think straight and decide what to do with my life, I concluded in my thoughts. At night, I woke up from sleep to still wear the clothes I used to visit Aroan earlier. I guess I cry myself to sleep.

I groaned and came down from the bed, pulling off my clothes when something fell from my body; I bent down and picked it up to see it was the card Betty gave to me that day. I carefully dropped it in my drawer and stripped myself naked before walking to the bathroom to have my bath. I got to the shower and thought about how much pain I have received from being with men.

Nothing good had ever come out of the relationship except for pain and tears after all their promise. I remember the pinch I received from Betty today when I rubbed my tits, making me moan in the shower. She affected me during the party and today, and from the looks of things, I can feel she wants me.

Well, I do, too, because I am bisexual. Oh my gosh, why didn’t I think of it? I mentally slapped myself after concluding in my thoughts.

I guess it’s time I ended things with me and closed their chapter for good. Maybe a change is what I need; perhaps it is where I can find happiness. I think it is time I follow this path because being with men is heartbreaking and can only be painful to me.

I tied the towel around my body and came out of the bathroom. I stare at my drawer for a while before sitting on my bed. “Am calling her,”

I concluded…