A Thorn in Her Life

Adetula Olatunbosun

Description

Bath is one of Victoria City hottest guy, the son of a wealthy businessman and in no mood to settle down. He rescued Maria from a gang that abducted her. They soon fall in love, Maria world is turned upside-down when Bath married her best friend. Maria vows never to fall in love again,but her defence wall is broken when Paul comes into her life. Maria finds out that real love exist in this troubled world afterall. Just when her new relationship blossomed, Bath appears from nowhere, he wants a second chance.

Sujets

• Bosun
• African people
• Thorn
• Life
• Fiction

Informations

• Publié par: Publiseer
• Date de parution: 30 juillet 2018
• Nombre de lectures: 2
• EAN13: 9788828366447
• Langue: English

Extrait

A THORN IN HER LIFE
by
Adetula Olatunbosun
Copyright 2017 by Adetula Olatunbosun.
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Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 1

The August sunlight flitted through the blind silently like a thief in the night as Maria slept on the bed. Later she woke up and opened her eyes for some minutes. She stared at blank spaces. Then, when she couldn t sleep again, she took a magazine on her bed and perused it. She was so engrossed in the magazine that she didn t see her mother when she entered the room.

Mrs. Anderson got out of the room when Maria didn t see her, but Maria caught a glimpse of her as she left. She smiled and continued to read the magazine. As the day whizzed past like desert wind and the weather turned cloudy and made the environment looked sad like a grandma who lost her kitten, Maria left the bed and dropped the magazine on the rug beside her bed. She stood up and walked to the wardrobe. She checked her wardrobe and brought out her hair cream, opening it and rubbing the oily cream on her hair. Then she went to a mirror beside the window and cleaned her face with a cotton wool and a jar of Ten-O-Six.

Maria had inherited her father s genes. She was six foot tall in her stocking feet. She had long beautiful tapestry legs; her long dark hair hung down over her slender shoulder like that of a mermaid. She was twenty three, lively and young.

When she had cleaned her face she tidied her room and then she got tired. She went to the window and as she stood there she felt a breath of fresh air. As she looked outside from the window, Maria saw an

egret taking a worm from the soil; she looked at the egret and thought about Paul.

Paul was the love of her life. As she thought about him, she suddenly remembered that they would have dinner together at a cozy restaurant down town. Then she left the window and rummaged through her wardrobe, looking for the best outfit that she would wear to the restaurant.

She saw one of her gowns and she smiled. It been long she wore it but it was new. She laid it on the bed and was ready to iron it. As she tried to straighten it, suddenly a picture fell on the floor from inside the cloth. She bent down and picked it up. When she looked at it, she discovered that the picture belonged to her former boyfriend, Bath.

Maria wanted to forget everything about Bath in her life so she put the picture on the bed and covered it with the bedspread. Many pictures that belong to Bath were in her dust bin of history. She didn t want to see him again; his face connoted sadness and pain, Bath was a sore tooth in her mouth but much as she tried to forget about him, her memories wandered, raced and drifted back to the day she met him. It was a day she prayed never to remember again, but it kept haunting her like a scary ghost. It became heightened whenever she saw Bath pictures. She could still remember the day vividly like the back of her hand...
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It was a cold day in July. The night was dark and some bats flew to the summit of the church

building. The harsh wind shook the boughless tree in front of the Bruce s restaurant. Maria came down from within the taxi and walked to the cinema. She paid for the ticket; she went inside the cinema and sat between two old couples. Maria was full of smile. Her face was on the screen. She really enjoyed the film about two lovers who died in the Second World War. Two hours later, when the film ended, she left the cinema hall; because she was so thirsty she went to the Bruce restaurant and ordered a bottle of Coke and a sausage. As she ate and drank inside the restaurant she yawned and rested her back on the chair. She was so tired she fell asleep as she sat in her chair. Because she wore dark glasses, the workers in the restaurant didn t know that she was fast asleep. None of the staff members woke her.
When she eventually woke up and then checked her wrist-watch, she discovered that she had spent an hour asleep inside the restaurant. It was half past ten in the night when she stood up from the chair and took her handbag on the table. The cinema was deserted and there were only a few people inside the restaurant.

Maria walked to the bus-stop without trepidation that she wouldn t get a taxi to take her home but unfortunately for her, just when she got to the bus stop, she saw the tail of the last taxi down the road. The bus- stop was deserted. There was not a single soul in there so she stood alone at the bus stop like a lonely tower by the sea side. Fears crept into her heart as she expected other passengers to join her with the same faith, but none really came. She stood at the bus-stop and was in panic because when she checked her wrist -watch again she discovered that time was eleven in the night. When she didn t see

any cars along the road and no passengers at the bus-stop; she made up her mind to trek home.

Maria was tired as she walked along the deserted road. Except for the traffic light, the whole place looked like a ghost town. The shops and the offices were closed, gone were the heavy vehicular traffics and noises, except for some few cars with very hot and heartbroken speed down the road. The whole place was silent like a graveyard. Maria waved at the cars as they whizzed passed along the road but none stopped for her.

As she walked home, she had no trepidation that someone was behind her. The fellows tailed her like a lion after a prey. In her mind she knew that it was quite dangerous to walk alone in the night in Victoria Island. She had read a lot of tales of how innocent girls were sometimes kidnapped and taken away by some group of young men until the police would rescue them. She walked briskly with deep fear across her heart; she walked faster without a backward glanced. Maria had nowhere to hide.
Suddenly, like a bolt from the blue, she heard footsteps behind her.

When the footsteps became louder and got closed to her, she didn t look at her back but she ran toward a storied building, the building was tall and had a massive gate in front of it. When she got to the building, she banged at the gate, hitting the gate many times with her strength but nobody came to her rescue. When she glanced back, she saw two men with a long dark coat; the men walked toward her their malevolent eyes capacious in the dim light of the moon. As she hid behind the flower she lost

sight of the men. Suddenly like a bolt from the blue the two men appeared behind her, Maria was frozen to death when one of the men pointed a glistening knife at her and threatened her with it. Maria yelled and screamed in agony. The men eyes were dark and impolite she couldn t look at them in the face.

Maria handed her bag to the two men; the bag contained several amount of money, her cell phone and her jewelry.

Whoa, this girl is rich, Tim collect the bracelet fast, we have got no pretty time, shouted the tall guy; his voice thick like the bark of a wood.

Please I beg you, don t kill me. Maria shouted and pleaded with the two men to let her go.

Give me that stuff in your wrist. Tim barked like a mad dog, Maria removed her bracelets and handed them to him.

The moon left the dark cloud as the two men took Maria to a bush beside the road. After they walked for some minutes they got to an open space. The men made Maria sit on the grass with them; she shook nervously like a withered plant as she sat on the meadow with the men. As they sat on the grass the two men discussed between themselves, Maria cotton on all what the men said and becoming afraid. Maria became restless like soldiers ants as she sat with the two men. After a lot of toing and froing the two men made up their mind to take her along with them as they wandered across the bush and the forest on the island.

Please do spare my life, I beg of you, Maria cried and wailed in agony. One of the men stood up and walked to her; he held her by the neck and spoke angrily into her ear.

I am going to spare your life, if you co-operate with us, the man shouted. Maria used her hands to cover her ear, shrieking with fear as the man left her and went back to meet his fellows.

As they sat on the grass, Maria later got to know the men s names. The tall guy was Andrew, his face looking like that of a ghoul in the dim light of the moon; Tim was very short; he laughed like kookaburra.

Maria told Tim her name. When he heard it he laughed like a ghoul, and then gave Maria a bottle of wine which she rejected. Tim lit a cigarette and allowed the smoke to drift into the sky; Andrew coughed and stood up from the grass. Then he checked his wrist-watch and discovered that he had little time left. He went to Maria and dragged her up.

Get up bitch, be fast, I have got no pretty time, Andrew shouted and Maria nearly fell as she made an attempt to stand up.

I can t go with you please. Maria said she was very weak as she made an attempt to stand up.

Andrew had a strange habit of stroking his nose whenever he got angry. Now he played with his nose, gripping Maria on the arm. His arm on her flesh was as