The Story of My Life – Episode 8

Paula was pregnant for Roland. The same girl I had been crushing on.
Paula, the very same girl who saw me as a counselor and nothing else.
o it meant Roland was the man behind all her complains all along. He does the dirty job and I do the cleaning up. Somehow, it seemed Roland was in my way all the time. From school days till now. He was able to marry my sister, who I happen to love and has now impregnated my number one crush, Paula.For a moment, I felt like he had gotten away with everything but I quickly realized that this could actually be my opportunity to turn things against him.
“Is that not the same lady that met me at your place the other time?” Sheila asked.
She immediately recognized Paula.
“From the way she looked at me, I thought she was your girlfriend?” She continued.
Girls, Girls.. Always reading meaning into things! How did she actually look at you? From a different eye ball or what?
Paula was also surprised to see us. She never knew I had a sister. After spending several hours with her, we got to know that Roland was really responsible for the pregnancy.

With the chat records and intimate pictures that Paula showed us, Roland had nothing else to hide. Sheila was very sure that her father will allow divorce in the light of the evidence.
We fixed a meeting with Paula for the following day with the intention of inviting my father and Roland without him knowing.
Sheila and I got back to my single room where we settled down and tried catching up on old times. For a moment, I forget she was my sister. I concentrated on her full and tempting lips as she talked. It was so beautiful. I would have kissed her if I had the chance.
What was actually happening to me? I was still finding it difficult to see Sheila as my sister. What’s coming over me?
The more she talked, the more I kept thinking of how to deal with my feelings. Because she already saw me as a brother, she had no issues sitting close to me and touching me as she talked.
That was a problem for me. I kept shifting away but she kept coming close, completely oblivious to my discomfort.
I don’t know what came over me. Right in the middle of a conversation, when I couldn’t control myself any longer, I blew the horn.
“Sheila, I love you” I said.
That was enough to break the conversation. She was stunned and you could tell that she was trying to process what I had just said. She was quiet and speechless.
Sheila finally stood up, looked at me and said
“I’m sure you’re joking, we just found out we are related and there you are telling me you love me.” She said.
She looked furious, I had to quickly think up something to say to cover up my goof.
“Hey don’t take it wrongly, I love you like a brother loves a sister” I lied.
Like was the case every time I had a visitor, someone knocked on my door just then. This knock actually came at the right time. I was saved by the bell.
I ran to the door to check who it was only to find Roland at my doorstep.
I wondered who showed him the way to my house. I definitely didn’t want him here.
But I was glad he had come at the right time. In time to stop me from messing up and proposing to my own sister.
For all I knew, Roland could have been stalking me ever since he met me at my father’s house. He knew I couldn’t be trusted around Sheila. And he was right, to an extent.
He actually thought we were having an affair.  So his intention for coming to my house was to warn me to stay away from his wife.
He was still not aware that I was Sheila’s brother and that he would have to treat me like a friend rather than the enemies we are.
I now had some influence in this marriage of theirs. And the fact that he also impregnated my crush gave me some leverage.
When Roland entered my room and saw Sheila there, he went berserk.
“I thought as much! You are such a useless harlot, sleeping with any guy you see around” Roland started.
Sheila was stunned but since she knew she hadn’t done anything wrong, she just stayed calm and listened to the words spewing out of her husband’s mouth.
I did the same. I just stood there and watched Roland mess himself up.
He kept raining insults on Sheila as if he had actually seen us having sex.
“I can’t believe you even fell for such a lowlife! A man that can’t even take care of himself, look at this shitty apartment he calls it home.” Roland continued.
That was it, I couldn’t take it anymore. He had no right to come to my house and talk to me like that.
I could virtually feel the blood rushing through my veins and I could hear my heart beating fast. I became furious, I wanted to pounce on him and use my fist to decorate his face.
But I didn’t have the guts to even slay a chicken, talk more fight a man. Besides, Roland was a heavily built guy who was way taller than me. Taking him on will be attempting suicide; he was going to end up beating the hell out of me in my own house. I dare not try.
The only option I had was my mouth. I decided to also use my words against him.
“Hey! You better watch your mouth, you have no idea what you are talking about.” I uttered angrily.
Surprisingly, Sheila just sat there and watched on as if nothing was happening. In fact, she looked like she was enjoying the drama. We had a plan and what Roland was doing now was only making matters worse for him.
“You can’t even defend yourself because you have nothing to say!” Roland said.
“Sheila, wait till your father hears what’s actually going on with you two” He continued
Sheila smiled as Roland angrily left my room, banging the door behind him.

watch out for episode 9