REGRETFUL VALENTINE - Part 2

Abigail Smith was the first and only girl of a family of five, Dad, Mum and two younger brothers.

There’s was an average family who work their way to anything they have ever achieved. No sponsor or benefactor anywhere. They have a special reverence for God which was inspired by their local assembly. The parent struggled to give their children the best of education even though they were civil servants. Which was how Abigail got to be in a private tertiary institution where Benard was coincidentally a student.

Endowed with natural beauty, she never let her spotless fair skin come between her and her devotion to God and respect for humanity. As some ladies would become overly proud even over their natural endowments, Abigail wasn’t so simply dressed and humble.

Benard being a spoilt brat that he is began having devastating emotional imbalance. It was nothing like he had ever felt. Undoubtedly, this is just a greater episode of his lust. He always thought he could get whatever he wants since his parents had denied him of nothing while growing up. He wanted Abigail on his bed at all cost. He did he could to entice her with gifts and deceptive care but it was to no avail. No girl had ever given him such tough time. It was an outright rejection from her which even drives him mad the more. 

His desperation grew to the point that he started contemplating diabolical interceptions. His gang of friends surely led him on to some fetish idea which obviously had worked for them. Though he had little conscience  and  thought about how inhuman  Ehis action will be but the fantasy he had created had taken him in a journey that had left him with no sense to think about repercussions. He got exit permit for something else that was legitimate but went off to make the fetish arrangements.

Luckily from Ben, Valentine’s day was approaching. “What a perfect opportunity”, he thought. He knew asking her out would lead to another escapade. He had been told what to do by the diabolic specialist. 

It was Valentine’s Day and you can imagine the different shades of red in the air. Even up to the socks some wore. You can also imagine all kinds of fashion sense. Some will leave you clueless as to what goes on in their mind to have resorted to such unfitting outfit. They just want to have a touch of red to celebrate the one who died for love long ago. Since our campuses do not regard the day as one of the official  public holidays, lectures went on as usual but you can be sure of after class
parties at different locations. 

That morning, there was a compulsory departmental lecture with grave consequences for whoever misses it. Since it was not an elective, everyone one was to be present in the large hall to listen to the middle aged Professor.

In cases like this Abigail would always arrive the lecture hall in a good time and have herself seated at the front roll where she could almost “see” the words finding there way out the vocal folds of the Professor through his oropharynx via his buccal cavity assisted by his tongue, palates, teeth, tongue and of course, his salivary glands.

“There she is”, said one of Ben’s friend calling the attention of the gang whose seat can never be else where other than the back where they could have little or no supervision.  The strategy was for ‭Ben to give her a warm handshake after his hands have been soaked all night in a concoction made by the old man he went to meet. 

It was a strange Ben on that cold morning. He couldn’t  shake anyone. All he could do was to nod his head or make some facial gestures as he acknowledges pleasantries. His hands were tucked in the pocked of the white and red poker dots hood her wore. He couldn’t afford to shake hands with  some girls he calls ugly so that they won’t be victim of his charm and end up been chased by them forever. It would be his worst nightmare. So, he was waiting for his opportune time. 

Here comes Abigail, looking so stunning in classic pink dress stained with red roses around the right-angle triangle neck and around the  hems. Every head turned as she find her way through the crowd to the exit. On stepping out she bumped into Ben’s gang. To them it wasn’t a surprise. They had been waiting there since the class ended knowing that was the closest exit to where she was seated and with the gang members monitoring her every move they were prepared to block her path.

They  paved way for the boss, Ben of  course as though he was a prince meeting his bride for the first time. As he stepped forward to meet her, he brought out his hands from his hood and extended it towards her. And with a cute smile she leaned forward to  avoid leaving the  young man’s hand in the air. Finally, this was it. The very moment he had planned for. 

As their hands met,  there was a loud and sustained scream that caught everyone’s attention.

“What happened?”. “What’s going on?”. “Who is that lying on the floor?”. Those where the whispers coming for the gathering crowd.

What really happened?

Find out in the concluding part.

What do think happened? Don’t forget to drop your thoughts  in the comment section.

Happy Valentine!

I am Obasa Gabriel