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When Love Takes Another Turn

"At a time when I needed you most, you ended our relationship. You claimed that I wasn't the one you loved, called me a whore, and said that I wasn't your type from the start. So what do you expect me to do?" "Beg!" Michael responded immediately. "I anticipate that you will plead for mercy." "You don't deserve my plea, Michael. You're not worth my tears..." She was about to say more when Michael forcefully kissed her, making it difficult for her to breathe. "Is that why you sold yourself to Kelvin?" He inquired after releasing her lips. Nora wiped her lips with her knotted hands. She looked at him fearlessly and replied, "Who I sell myself to is none of your concern. As the whore you called me, you shouldn't be keeping track of how many men I sleep with." Her response enraged Michael, and he pushed her and raped her, only to discover that she was still a virgin. If he begs for a second chance, will Nora ever forgive him?
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Chapter 4

It was 8 pm Sara and Nora decided to go somewhere to talk. "What about the Franklin Guesthouse? I heard his guesthouse is quite lovable," said Sara with her arms around Nora's arms. Nora wasn't interested and Sara could tell from the way her face squeezed up in a frown. "Come on Nory, It's going to be fun besides I won't leave your side for a second. What do you say?" She asked. Nora was feeling very reluctant but with a friend like Sara, it won't be very easy to tell her no.

"I don't know Sara. Can't we just go somewhere not fancy and just look for a quiet place to talk?". Nora whined, poking her best friend in the cheek. Nora was trying her best to make sure her best friend said yes to her request.

"Not this time, Eleanora Bell. We are having things my way and that's final. We ain't debating on this issue at all." Sara said with all seriousness and Nora could tell she wasn't going to have her way this time.

Anytime it involves going out and stuff, Nora always tells her no or she would come up with one excuse so she could avoid any shit things.

"But don't you think it's late for a day out or a night out? Do you know how scary the world has become?"

"None of that works on me, Nora. You are coming with me and that's final."

"Fine! But if things get way out of hand, I'm leaving with or without you...deal?"

"Yeah, sure! whatever!"

"I'm very serious. I waited and waited and I didn't see you, trust me, Sara, I'm leaving."

"Do whatever you want. All I know is that you're coming with me."

They both walked to the guest house.

~~~~~

Kelvin sat down in front of the bartender asking him to pour him a glass of vodka. "You want it chilled or hot?" asked the bartender.

"Any temperature will do right now," replied Kelvin.

The bartender smiled as he mixed the drink for him and passed it over to him. Kelvin was drinking his vodka when someone came to him. "Yo Kev." He turned to look at who the person was and right there was Michael.

"Mike, It's so good to see you." He greeted them as they hugged each other. Michael grabbed a seat next to Kelvin as he ordered the same drink. "So what's going on?" asked Michael, sipping his drink.

"Nothing much. How about you? What about your girlfriend? the one you've failed to introduce me to all these years." asked Kelvin.

Michael sipped his drink as he gave Kelvin a look. "I want to break up with her but I don't know how."

Kelvin put his drink aside as he folded his arms looking at his friend. "What do you mean by you don't know how? Is there a special method to break up with someone? just walk up to her and tell her you ain't interested anymore, I mean how hard can that be?"

"You don't understand man. This girl is different although she isn't all sexy and stuff she has a very beautiful heart and damns she's everything any guy would ever want."

"So why do you want to break up with her?"

Michael whispered to Kelvin. "She doesn't let me touch her...like we've kissed but anytime we romance she stops at the moment I am so horny that all I would want to do is have sweet sex with her and that would leave me feeling bad because then I would have to look for other ways to satisfy myself because my girlfriend is too scared to give it to me."

"Have you talked about it with her?"

Michael shook his head. "I don't know how to tell her and that's how sweet she is."

Kelvin looked at his friend. "I've never really seen you so worried about hurting a girl's feelings and now you are confused?" teased Kelvin before bursting into laughter. "This is interesting."

"This isn't funny," said Michael with a frown as he gulped down his glass of vodka.

"Just take it easy. You are smart, I am sure you will think of something."

"I hope so."

"Just relax man," Kelvin said as he patted his friend's shoulder. "I'll be right back," said Kelvin as he left.

~~~~~

Nora and Sara entered the guesthouse. Nora looked around and she could tell the place looked very nice. "Let's grab some seats over there." Sara pointed to two vacant seats as she pulled Nora along. "Come on! you are going to love it here."

"It's beautiful," admitted Nora with a smile on her face. "But I don't think I want to be in here for that long."

"Of course scaredy-cat. Let me get something for us to chill with first. Make sure you don't go anywhere." Sara said as she stood up and left Nora alone.

"'I won't leave you for a second my foot," said Nora thinking of Sara's words. Why did she believe her in the first place? she thought.

Someone passed by offering her a glass of drink. She took it and gulped it all at once. The drink tasted so sweet that she requested more glasses. After few a drinks, she was feeling tipsy. She was drunk and she knew it. She got up, almost tripping things over. "Sara." She called drunkenly but there was no response from Sara. Good thing there were not many people where she and Sara chose to sit. She made her way upstairs to the room where she met a guy sitting on the bed with a lady on his lap.

"What the hell!" The lady said as she slapped the guy. "You have someone else and you called out to me? Damn, you!" The lady said as she left eyeing Nora from head to toe but Nora wasn't bothered. She looked at the guy and she could tell she had seen him before but where? The guy looked at her and he could also tell he had seen her before.

She's the girl that attended to me in that shop. What's she doing here looking so drunk? Kelvin thought as he watched her coming to him on the bed.

Nora walked up to the bed and lay down completely ignoring the guy's presence as she slept off. Kelvin couldn't believe his eyes like where does she think she is that she can just sleep anywhere especially here? He glanced at her and he could tell she was very beautiful even though she was wearing a blue shirt and black baggy trousers, she was still beautiful, a kind of natural beauty you would hardly see anywhere. He decided to stay a bit till she woke up to keep her safe.

A few minutes later, Kelvin had the urge to use the bathroom so he went to the bathroom in the room. Immediately after he left he could hear some voices in the room.

"Give a call to Michael. Tell him we've found his girl." He heard someone say as he stayed put in the bathroom.

Which Michael are they talking about? And which girl? Kelvin asked himself as he waited patiently to see what was going to happen.

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