12: Pooping

Immediately I got to the elevator to my apartment, the first thing I did was to block Derrick. It would be. Better for him to to reach me and I would Install a camera at my front door too for my safety.

When I got home that Night, I was as scared as hell! I had no idea how to deal with my broken lips or the fact that I was punched in the face by my ex.

Aldo had left before I return and I was grateful for that. He didn't fuss over it or tried to show authority. I wouldn't even be able to tell him that my ex just beat me up for rejecting him again.

I don't blame women that abandoned honest relationship at this point. That self-centered bastard went on his knees, crying and begging that he was sorry.

Hate, fear and disgust speared across my body as I remembered how he even hit himself. He said he would kill himself and kill me if I refuse him again! The fvck!? How was he supposed to do that?

If he kills himself, he won't be able to kill me unless he plans to kill me before killing himself.

_ 'I fvcking love you, Ama. I don't have you, no one should' I recalled his words._

He said he punched me because he loved me! Derrick even ordered me to forgive him, not even asked. Would I be able to deal with all these?

He said he loved me. He said he was sorry. I knew he is just sick in the brain and I didn't want to get into London's crime news so I told him I accepted his apologies. The problem is what I would do.

Would he hurt me when he see me again?

Tomorrow would be Sunday, I have no idea how I would be able to clock in to work with a black eye, bruised lips, bruised arms.

I went through my phone to see that Aldo had dropped a message for me. He should be either less concerned or was too busy to worry about me when he sent it.

"I called, I came around, you went out.

It's not bad to have 'friends' so soon, just be careful, get back before it's dark and have it in mind that you would see me another day"

Just that?

He didn't even ask if I was safe, or why I ended his call. He wasn't mad at me for ditching his outing then I might be able to explain that I was tricked, maybe kidnapped and beaten. I just couldn't say it like that but his message just proved it all.

I bet it was the reason why he didn't recognize my face from that night. Maybe that was why he made me owe him his much and I hope he doesn't sell me.

I thought he goes to church. He should have been a nicer fellow.

"God! What is happening to me?"

I thought about calling my dad but I didn't. I might be unfortunate and he would take the call this time. He would then call his best friend who would make me explain what his best friend should think of me.

No.

I can't ruin their friendship. I had no idea how close there where that he gave me all these. I had no idea of they were childhood or really best friends. Obviously, I have done enough! I have caused enough pain for my dad like steal his teen age, Youth age, and freedom.

"I can deal with it"

I can't be such a person who still need others to mend things up for me.

Walking around with ice on my face, I hoped it all clear up soon. It just hurt, my heart hurt, my mental health was shaking but I didn't want to cry. If I cry I might roll into depression again and I know how that didn't work well for me the last time.

I tried to make something to eat but I lost my appetite. I ended up icing my bruises, took a shower and cried to sleep.

The next morning I woke up with a knock at the door.

s**t!

My bed was wet for the melted ice I had slept with and my face was still hurting.

The bell rang, followed by the Knock and I could tell that it was a desperate one. The person sounded as if he had been knocking for a while and I hope it shouldn't be Aldo.

Please no!

"He can't see me like this" I panicked ad I ran to the bathroom.

The mirror was a bit musty for my palm print over it. I cleaned it, took time to think about what to do and hoped I would know how to deal with Aldo but when I saw my reflection, I cried.

My right eye was okay same as the right side of my face and if anyone would look at me from the right, it would appreciate as if I wasn't beaten yesterday. The left side of my face was bruised, u couldn't recognize it and it was worst than yesterday.

My left eyes looked like it belonged to another. It had the mixture of purple and blue with blood beneath my skin. My lips had the cut from my teeth bitting into it due to the slap I received yesterday.

"Oh mi god!" I trembled.

I splashed cold water on my face but nothing happened. Desperate, I covered that side of my face with my hair and ran to the door.

"Miss White" the person said.

I nodded.

The voice didn't belong to Aldo and I was relived of that. Although I didn't raise my head up for any second, I just took what he brought, thanked him and set him off with tipping him.

I took the package he had brought and opened it immediately I got inside. It was mid size box, so I wasn't expecting much.

"What the ..." I paused when I found a brown teddy bear, a hand written letter, and a hair band.

I recognize it and assumed it must have feel off my bag or something. I haven't used it for a while, I just put it in my bag just Incase I would need it.

I took the letter, immediately recognized it to be Derrick's hand writing and I panicked. I shouldn't have taken it.

When do I learn to reject deliveries?

I read it to find out that Derrick still felt bad about what happened yesterday and said he found my hair band. What I didn't understand was why he sounded so selfish and rude in the letter.

'Ama.

I apologized, you should have already forgiven me and I want to know if you had put some ice on your face. It wasn't looking good and I called but it seem like you already blocked me.

Unblock me, Accept my gift and it won't happen again.

Your boyfriend,

Derrick.'

I was as speechless as f**k!

He already called himself my boyfriend?

I was pissed at myself, pissed at him, and scared but I still acted out.

With the box, wrapper, teddy and note, I took it outside and out the building. I looked for the trashcan and forced it in. If I need to deal with Derrick, that should mean not accepting gift or anything.

I went back in, wore something different and tried to conceal my face with heavy make up. It was when I had already walked around and noticed some difference that I realized that it was Sunday.

I walked a while before I found a mall and tried to get a camera but I didn't carry enough money. I ended up getting alcohol, and was extremely grateful they didn't ask for my ID.

I got him, found someone already knocking at my door and mentally reminded myself to get to a different apartment where they would need to call me before letting anyone to see me. That would be when I get my third pay and would have paid back Aldo for all his expenses.

"Miss Amanda White?" the lady said.

I looked at my phone and saw that it was just 12 pm. She looked like she was already tried and I didn't want to stress her more.

"Who are you?"

"From Mr Aldo and he asked me to pick you up" she said with a smile.

She had a beautiful smile.

That tired look on her face had vanished and for the first time, I got to look at her properly. Her brown suit, black block heels and hair packed in a ponytail was so professional.

Her eyes ran over my body and she bowed a little.

"You don't need to worry about your dress, we will get somewhere and get you Dre...." She paused and moved closer to me.

Her lips looked like was triggered. For a while, I saw that anger and disgust.

"What happened to your face?" She asked.

Quickly, I looked away and rushed to the door. I opened it, got it and used my body to block her.

"I will call him,.."

"Rosella" she said.

I nodded.

She smiled, looked at her body and gave a little dance .

"Actually, I just followed his driver, I was bored and I literally begged him to allow me do some work and ..."

"I will call him, Rosella" I said to her.

She nodded and walked away with her smile.

If she could beg him to do some work, what was really her work? Could it be that Aldo was really a womanizer like Derrick said?

Ohh! The elevator, was that why those men could talk about use like that?

I locked the door, rested on it and slide down.

I was shaking, I was pained. He wasn't my boyfriend or something but I already had this feelings for him! What was wrong with me?

My phone vibrated before ringing and I needed no one to tell me that it would be Aldo.

"Amanda. You reject my invitation?" Aldo said as if he was surprised.

It could be that no woman had rejected him before and I felt proud of myself. Just that I didn't trust myself to carry on so I looked at the phone in silence. He too was silent till something came to my mind.

"Can I call you back? I have been pooping and it's really not nice" I said in the smallest voice I could.

I even tried trying to attempt poop grunts sounds but it didn't work as I expected. Aldo just chuckled at the other end of the phone and ended the call.

Pffffff!

That was close.