Short story: An Excerpt From "Led You On"


 


By Omolola Gracie 

Flies perched around her slim frame that was curled in a fetal position. She had sat in her vomit for a few hours. Dried tears stained her beautiful oval face. Hiccuping, she rubbed her chest. Suddenly she howled, her voice broken. She clutched the toilet seat, sobbing fresh tears. Hands on her chest, she clutched the blue heart shaped pendant that he had gotten her for her twentyieth birthday. Clawing at it, she ripped it off and flung it into the bathtub. Hysterically, she pranced after it on her fours. She grabbed and kissed it, ignoring the salty taste. She remembered how he held and kissed her, calling her, 'Ayanfe'. 


He was the only one who called her Ayanfe, the name rolling off his tongue like he was eating some vanilla ice cream. She missed his large hands caressing her face as he whispered sweet nothings that made her insides melt like jelly.  


Everything had been perfect - two young adults gallivanting through life, as each other's rock, lover, and confidant - or so she thought. She got a rude awakening when she found out that she had been some play thing to him. He loved her! No, he must have. It was impossible for him not to have. The emotions in his eyes, as he stared into hers, weren't that of pretense. They shone brightly like she was his world. 


Something must have happened. Maybe, he did try to play her, fell in love with her but still had to play the part of the playboy... or was it her? She had been vulnerable with him from the beginning. She let him have every inch of her. She was always in his corner. Maybe she was too available. They said men didn't like women that were too accessible. 


Ayanfe wiped her tears. She had to find out what had really gone wrong. She scrambled her purse for her phone. Frantically, she searched for his name: Oluwagbemi. It was a gorgeous name... what had brought them together in the first place. Closing her eyes, she walked down the memory lane. 'I led you on but you followed.' he had said and her heart shattered. 

 

 

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