Abba's Heart

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25/12/2024

Wishing you a Merry Christmas filled with warmth, joy, and the magic of the season! 🎄✨
"May the warmth and wonder of Christmas surround you, filling your heart with joy, your home with love, and your life with all the blessings of the season. Merry Christmas!" 🎁🎄🎄🥳

23/12/2024

I attended a friend's wedding with my girlfriend, Amaka. Since I was part of the committee of friends, I was put in charge of sharing food, while Amaka, being on the bridal train, was part of the bridal entourage. When it was time for item 7, I decided to assist with food distribution to monitor those sneaking double plates.

As I was busy ensuring fairness in the food distribution, a tall, fair, broad-chested man wearing a stunning Yoruba agbada at the high table caught my attention. He waved at me to come over.

When I approached, he leaned in and whispered, “That ashebi girl in the long gown with gold heels, standing near the bride, tell her to put her account number in my phone. I have a Christmas gift for her.”

His description matched Amaka, my girlfriend. My heart skipped a beat.

“Do you understand what I said?” he asked again.

“Yes, sir,” I nodded. But I hesitated. "Sir, but I think you should send someone else,"

“No but,” he interrupted, handing me his phone. “Just do exactly what I said.”

Reluctantly, I took the phone and walked to Amaka. Leaning in, I whispered, “Babe, that man over there said you should put your account details on his phone.”

“What? Why? For what reason?” she asked, visibly confused.

I replied, “He said you’re beautiful, stunning, and dressed decently among your mates. It’s a Christmas gift.”

“well normally you na fine girl," I added.

She blushed, hesitated for a moment, then took the phone and entered her account details.

“Thank you,” she said, smiling.

I glanced at the man, and he smiled back, giving me a thumbs-up like I had just done a great job.

I returned the phone and went back to my food sharing duties, trying to act like everything was normal. But just as I started settling in, the man called me again. “Tell her to check her phone,” he said casually.

I was getting annoyed at this point because I had so much work left to do. Still, I went to Amaka and said,

“He said you should check your phone.”

She opened her purse, pulled out her phone, and a notification popped up.

“Blood of Jesus!” she exclaimed.

Curious, I peeked at the screen. The man had sent her ₦100,000 with the narration: Merry Christmas in advance.

Excited, Amaka ran straight to the man, thanked him profusely, exchanged numbers with him, and even gave him a tight hug.

No fear at all, she gave another man a tight hug, in my presence.

Now, that wasn’t the part that pained me. What hurt the most was that I waited patiently for this man to at least call me back to say thank you or better still, bless me with my own Christmas gift. But none happened before I could have looked back and front he was nowhere to be found.

So then I decided to try my luck with Amaka. After all, I was the middleman who made it all happen. I went to her and said, “Babe, since I was the one who connected you, I deserve my percentage—30% sounds fair.”

Amaka didn’t even let me finish before she went off.

“You no dey shame? 30% as what my papa? Na your fellow man give me this money oo, your own na to the say I love you everyday for mouth, yet nothing to show for it, just imagine what your fellow man gave me for free, shame no dey catch you, you dey find 30%"

"No wahala, but at least eye wey see money suppose chop small."

Amaka replied, "na thunder go fire that eye, which money dey eye see, no be TF dat fine brother run for me, if na you manage send me 10k, na so you go dey chop me like say you be dog, 10 straight you no dey tire, you go chop me collect the 10k back".

"Even the least 1k that your eye no go see, rubbish" She added and walked away

Me: already feeling devastated 😭😭

23/12/2024

Hi Guys, Merry Christmas 🌲🥳🎁🎄 and a Prosperous New Year in advanced🎁🎄🥳💓

23/12/2024

🌸🌸 HIS DARKEST DESIRE 🌸🌸

📖 Abba's Heart ✍️

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CHAPTER SEVEN:

Skylar 🖊️

I was under two probability, either I stay back and give myself a day break to work on myself or...

I attend to my patient first before visiting a doctor to have it better treated.

I made up my mind to visit Van Nuys first before going to the hospital.
I stared at myself at the mirror for an hour, dressing my hair in the proper manner to hide the scars. I even had to trim my hair down to have it unoticed.

I can't even look at my face, I looked different.
The scar was so deep than before... “Marco, I hate you so much.”

I drove to the parking lot of the hospital, giving myself the last check-up before making my way to room 204, that's my patient ward.

I wanted things to end up so fast so as I can leave to meet my doctor. Unknowingly to me, I found myself in a moment like yesterday.

I didn't notice I had been crying until he asked, "Why the tears?"

I felt the deepness of his voice pierce inside me, bringing me out of the world of pains and sorrow.
I quickly wiped off the tears, trying to act normal like nothing ever happened.

"Nothing." I sniffed, "I'll talk to doctor Ivan about your new drugs. I... " I sniffed more harder but ended up crying more than I had done.

I wanted someone to hold me tight,
I wanted someone to dry my tears.
I wanted a kiss in my forehead and a voice telling me that everything was gonna be alright.
I wanted someone to make me feel warm from the shivers of tears and sorrows.

And when I thought of no one in particular, someone in particular offered them to me... More than I asked for.

I don't know how, but I felt at home in his warm embrace, that I could freely pour out all my tears on him.
And I wanted to be this way for eternity, just this way.

He tapped my back like a kid, his hands brushing my hair softly calming me down and I knew any seconds from now we'll discharge from each other.

He broke the hug, staring into my wet red eyes. I wanted to look away, I tried to, but saw myself staring into those welcoming blue eyes.

I felt home in his gaze. This time, they weren't horrible, they were comforting.

With his thumb, he dried the tears stained on my cheeks. He shifted my hair to the side, glaring at the deep scar on my forehead.

He frowned, "He did this to you? The one who called you yesterday?"

How did he know?
How did he found out?
I can remember not telling him a thing... How come?

I buried my face to the ground as if my answers were contained in it.
I nodded dully.

After a brief silence, I rose my eyes at his already dark eyes.
They looked angrier than I was, as if it were him Marco had brutally wounded.

"Who is he to you?" He asked.

"He... he's my fiance. " I said, hoping to see more reasons for him to be annoyed the more.

"Your fiance?" He scoffed. "He did this to you? How heartless of him to do this to a girl. Does it always end like this every night? "

I hesitated. Honestly, the answer is 'yes'
"Sometimes."

"What are you still doing in his house? You should find somewhere else to live other than living with an animal. "

But what can I do?
He has our engagement ring, in a month we'll be couples... Even if I wanted to leave that house as much as anyone does, I can't.

I just can't...

Marco was my first love, my first kiss, my life.
He made me understand what love was, he first took away the world of loneliness from me.
If I wanted the chance to leave, remembering our past moments together will make me quit the thoughts.

"This isn't love,it's torture. How can you fall in love with man who keeps hurting you. Look at your face, he's destroying you!"

" I know, all the same he is my fiance."

" Are you even listening to yourself? You still call that f*ck your fiance?" He looked away, angrily.

I wish I can understand what that look mean. I wish...

"All my life, I've wanted to feel loved, to believe there is someone who loves me. I wanted someone who can understand my problems, care for me, someone to be there for me. But no, my world, my life is totally different. I can't be someone's special and you know what? I don't care anymore. "

Am I really saying this?
Yes...
That's just fact number one...

Fact number two...
We'll find that out someother time.

We stood in silence for minutes, I guess.
I wiped off the remaining stains in my cheeks, I said. "I have to go get this treated."

I left...

Back at my home, I returned so early that was 6:40 pm, Marco was already back from work.
I entered to see him reading a newspaper with a magazine beside him.

His attention was on what he was reading that he didn't notice me enter. I walked close to where he sat,

"Marco, I wanna tell you something." I said coldly, yet fearfully.

Who knows what this devil will do next?

"What is it?" He asked not looking at me.

I knelt down, letting the hot tears fall down. " I'm sorry, Marco, for everything. I've been such a fool for a long time and I deserve whatever treatment you give to me. I only beg you of something, please don't hate me. I promise to be faithful to you. I'm going to be a changed person. "

Now, he dropped the newspaper beside, rubbing my cheek dearly.
" I understand how you feel and I'm very happy you've come back to your sense. But the truth is, I don't think I can trust you anymore. " He said, standing. He took with him his newspaper and magazine, leaving for the guest room.

"Marco, please... don't walk out from me. Please, I promise... I'm gonna be a changed person. Just... give me some time. Just some time.. I promise. Marco... Please... Please... Ple... Please, Marco. " I bathed myself with my tears.

~~~

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23/12/2024

🌸🌸 HIS DARKEST DESIRE 🌸🌸

📖 Abba's Heart ✍️

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CHAPTER SIX:

Skylar 🖊️

Can you just believe what he said? Because I definitely can't.

He wants to know what happened, and who actually did the marks on my face.

Was he really that concerned? Or was he only trying to find out for no reason?

Shrugs...

Does he even have a caring heart?
What will he do even if I told him?

Urgh...

“ Don't get that into your mind, Skylar. ”

"What happened to your face? Who did this to you?" Did I heard him right? Or is it just me imagining it?

I had to forfeit going to work because of Marco and to avoid his beatings this time. On the other hand, I didn't want anyone to notice the crazy marks on my face.

I'm just not in the mood to be pitied.
I laid on my bed,my eyes looking at the ceiling and I wanted an answer to why he suddenly cared.

Did he really cared?

Why am I even bothered? After all, he can't do anything even if I did tell him.

Van Nuys Psychiatric Hospital...

I pressed the button, walking in.

Did I ever mentioned I changed my mind?
Yes, I did.

Doctor Ivan had to call me, unlike usual when I came to the hospital before eight o'clock.
He wanted to know if I was alright.

Not lying this time. Told you, I'm tired of that.

Again, he was having a press up. This is getting to be the sixth time I'm walking in to see him doing that and he'd be sweating profusely.

This time, I was the one to act like I never noticed him. Even though I know I would end up noticing him.

I meant, I have to ask him some few questions and the rest of them. Don't get me wrong.

We sat opposite each other, you can think of the rest. It's still not necessary, tho.

We went through our normal procedure, I thought today was gonna be a quick one not until doctor Ivan told me that the prison officers are requesting for a quick treatment so as to take him back.

Which means, I'll have to spend much time with him than the other days.
It was as if he had minimize the way he stares at me and I'm thankful for that.

Even though he had to steal glances at me often, not really directly at me, I meant the scar.
From the way he looked, a lot of questions were written on his face. But he doesn't know how to ask them.

Actually, I wasn't ready to answer any of them.

The long silence was interrupted by the ringing sound of my phone. I looked at the dialler, it was Marco.

Sighs...

It was as if a burning anger grew inside of me that I decided not to answer his call. He called again and I did the same thing. When he called for the third time, I cut the call.

"Ain't you gonna answer the call?" He asked.

I scoffed, not looking at who had just talked.

If he knew it was that devil calling that has done this on my face, he will thank me a thousand times for not answering the damn call.

"It's not necessary."

"Who is he to you?" He asked again.

I got disturbed by his questions.
Why is he so inquisitive over my personal life?
Does it matters to him?

"Why are you asking?" I threw back at him.

"Why don't you want to pick the call? "

Urgh...

" Are you going to keep asking me those? " I snorted. " How does my life have to do with you? You're a prisoner and I'm your doctor, can't you see the big difference between us. Don't try to act concerned. Don't try to act like you care! You don't! " I breathed a thousand breath to calm myself down.

And all the while, he listened with silence.
I wanted him to talk back.
I wanted him to give me this angry look.
I wanted to feel his hands on my neck strangling the life outta me but, no.

He just listened...

I sighed, taking my eyes from his horrible gaze.
I was feeling the anger burning in me, anger I wasn't sure if it were for him or Marco.

All I know is that I was damn angry. Even at that, I still have a part of me that was scared.
I knew something worst than Saturday night awaits me tonight.

I heard the sound of a car parking at the garage and I didn't expect anyone to tell me who it was.

I could hear his footsteps approaching closer and closer in each count.
Then on the door, he landed a knock.

First, I had to take in as much air I can ever inhale before making it for the door.

"Good evening." I greeted, he ignored me.

After making some few steps away, he stopped, turning to look at me.
Oh! Marco... Not this time, please.

"I called you three times earlier this afternoon and you decided to ignore my calls? " He asked, his face already making a frown look.

" I'm sorry, I was a lot busy at that time so I couldn't pick your calls."

"What was so important at that moment that you couldn't reply my call? " He threw back at me.

" I uh- I was attending to my patient. And it's really an offense t... "

" Your patient? " He asked," What patient? "

" Marco! Why all this questions? You can't expect me to leave my patient because of you. He needed my assistance at that moment, I couldn't forefeit attending to him."

"So," he rubbed his chin, "your patient is so important to you than I am? Right?"

"I didn't say that. I only said my patient needed my... " He landed a slap on my cheek, not romantically, but deadly.

I gave him a hard stare, wanting an answer to why he had just slapped me, though I knew I wouldn't get the answer.

"Marco, what did you just do? You slapped me, Marco? You..."

He interrupted with a heavy massage on my other cheek. I could hear the shocking sound of the hot slap on my cheek.
I blinked constantly to push in the tears that threatened to fall.

Poor me to think that was over when he dragged me by my hair to my room, tossing me to the ground like a rag.

My forehead, the same spot of the scar hit the ground.
F**k!
He shut the door forcefully, bolting it from the outside.

I yelled, crying out the tears I had pushed in.
I groaned several times, feeling as my blood rolled out of it.
I went to the bathroom, cleaning up the rolling bloods from goshing out the more.

I stared at the wound, honestly, it's beyond description.

Again, we had to sleep in our separate rooms...

* * *

I was under two probability, either I stay back and give myself a day break to work on myself or...

I attend to my patient first before visiting a doctor to have my wound better treated.

But... I made up my mind to...

~~~

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21/12/2024

💙🧡💜 HIS DARKEST DESIRE 💜🧡💙

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CHAPTER FIVE:

Skylar 🖊️

The weekend ran slow, placing me in my worst day... Monday.

I felt reluctant dressing up for Van Nuys hospital. I made sure I had the long scar on my face covered properly before heading to my car.

Since the night of Marco and I misunderstanding, which I can't very much call our misunderstanding. He was the one who misunderstood me and that was one of the annoying part of him. He takes things too far.

No wisdom to understand things clearly and I'll end up being his prey. Since then, we've never talked to each other and that didn't bother me either.

I drove to the hospital with my bag Hing on my right arm. I pressed the button, letting the door open as slow as it can ever open.

He stood beside the window which faced towards the entrance gate but distracted when I dropped my bag on the table. I took out my jotter and pen heading for the stool beside the bed.

He left the window, coming to sit on his bed. In a strange, unforeseen way, things were starting to work out. I was already getting used to his snubbing act.

The only thing still getting in my nerves was his glaring attitude, but I didn't have the heart to complain to him about it. It could become an uncontrollable habit.

Unknown 🖊️

She had a sculptured figure which was twine-thin. Her waist was tapered and had a burnished complexion. A pair of arches eyebrows looked down on sweeping eyelashes.

Her delicate ears frames a button nose. A set of dazzling, angel white teeths gleamed as she blew her carmine-red fingers. It was a pleasure her flowing, moon shadow-black hair.

Her enticing, constellation-green eyes dazed at him over her puffy, pouting lips, that are as soft as lilac.

She has bouncy personality and a scothing voice when she speaks.

Her eyes dazed at him for awhile, her green eyes crystal clear. 'Do you have an improvement? Or is the panic attack still triggering? " She looked down, them at him." You know, I don't mind if you don't talk. I guess I'll have to give you the same drugs and I won't care if it causes you more damage. '

The faintest smile lifted on corner of his mouth. "Do you always have to be this disturbed? It doesn't matter if I talked or not, does it? "

" Well, it does to me. You can't expect me to know how you're fairing with your health if you don't tell me. What do you expect? " She said with an eyebrow raised.

Instead of getting an answer or a statement from him, she saw his eyes move to her forehead. Maybe he had just noticed the change of hairstyle or maybe...

She dressed her hair to cover the scar completely. If he had somehow seen it, it doesn't matter, right? After all, it's none of his business.

He looked at her, then at her forehead and again at her.

"Here take." She said giving him a drug tablet to drink with a glass of water.

After he had gulped it down, he kept staring at her forehead.

"Y-"

"What happened to your face?" He interrupted.

" Nothing. " She said looking away from his gaze.

He rose his hand to the direction of the scar, she shifted her face. His hand was halfway and made no effort to pull back, she let him have his way.

He shifted her hair and discovered not only the scar, but also the reddish mark on her cheek. He let her hair drop down, hiding the scar once more.

"Who did this to you?" He asked meanly. And for the first time, she sensed a part of concern in him... In his word.

"It's none of your concern."

He held her chin high to look at him, "Really?"

"It's illegal for a doctor to have this discussion with her patient, especially when it comes to her personal life. It's not necessary trying to find out because you won't solve it. I don't want to talk about this. "

Trying to stand up, he dragged her to sit back. She frowned, " what do you think you're doing?"

"Trying to make you talk."

She scoffed, chuckling." Trying to make me talk? " She repeated. "Don't waste your time, Logan Greene, cos I ain't saying a s**t. " She tried to stand but his hand still held hers.

" Who. Did this to you? " Now he was mean and serious.

But despite how fearful his voice had sounded, Skylar tried not to be scared.

"You really want me to tell you, huh? I can remember being a fool through out my first moments with you because I was trying to be so nice and caring to you. I can clearly remember how you ignored that I even existed. Now, you want me to answer your damn fu***ng question? " She scoffed, " I'm sorry, but you'll end up finding nothing if you keep persisting. My advice, you better act like you never noticed a thing. " She repeated his words.

She forced her hand out from his grip. She blinked hard at h, then packing her things.

She left ...

Skylar 🖊️

Can you just believe what he said? Because I definitely can't.

He wants to know what happened, and who actually did the marks on my face.

Was he really that concerned? Or was he only trying to find out for no reason?

Shrugs...

Does he even have a caring heart?
Why... Why does he wants to know?
What will he do even if I told him?

Urgh...

“Don't get that in mind, Skylar”

"Who happened to your face? Who did this to you?" Did I heard him right, or is it just me imagining that?

~~~

Someone answer her questions.

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21/12/2024

💙🧡💜 HIS DARKEST DESIRE 💜🧡💙

📖 Abba's Heart ✍️

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CHAPTER FOUR:

Skylar 🖊️

We sat opposite each other, grinding on our food. The salmon was damn delicious that I didn't know when I had them all in my stomach.

We didn't only have this workers talk, he asked me more concerning Marco and I, and how fairly our relationship was working out.

To be honest, I didn't tell him anything. I was okay with Vera knowing about it. Letting anyone else know would only make it look like I can't handle my own home.

"Are you two still getting married?"

"Yeah. But for now, we've decided on holding it. We've got a lot to work on, so we still need time to cope with them before we can think about settling down together. "

" Okay. " He said with a nod, sipping on his vanella juice. "Well, send my greetings to your boyfriend."

I smiled at his jealousy. " I will "

We had further discussion, spending more three hours of our time together. It's been so long I had a moment like this before.

First time was with Marco and since then, I haven't had such moment before.

He drove me back home. I could see Marco's car already parked at the parking lot, unlike other days he always return late.

I noticed Daniel still watching me till I made it to the door. I pushed it open, staring at him for the last time. He smirked, I smiled back.

Dropping my bag and coat on the couch, I went to the kitchen for a glass of water. I heard his footsteps and when I turned to look at him, he was leaning on the door with his hands folded to his chest. He doesn't look happy.

"Where have you been?" He asked with a little sound of anger in his voice. I knew the night won't end well if I told him I went for dinner with Daniel.

But I had to.

"Dani called me out for dinner," I said, dropping the glass cup." I wanted to tell you but you were busy with work so, I didn't want to disturb you. "

" Skylar... " He called my name, trying hard to swallow the anger that had accompanied. "Skylar, we've talked about this a hundred times. You shouldn't be hanging out with your male friends, until we get married. "

" Marco, it's not as if we had a date, it's dinner, okay? Besides, Daniel is my good friend and he already knows about our relationship. He won't think of doing otherwise. "

" Are you going to deny you have nothing to do with him? "

" Marco! " I frowned. " Why are you talking like this? I don't have anything bad to do with Daniel, he's my friend that's all. I don't care if you believe me or not, I'm done having this discussion with you. "

I almost walked pass him when he grabbed me by my arm, dragging me to his side.

"Marco, you're hurting me." I said with a pleading eyes.

" I'll teach you how to keep your modesty." He snorted, dragging me to the sitting room.

"Let me go!" I cried, "Let me go!"

I tried as much as I can to let go but I couldn't. Despite how much effort I had putting in kicking and hitting him, it was as if I did nothing.

He let go of me as soon as we got to the sitting room. "What has gone over you this night?"

"What has gone over me? Is that the stupid question you've got to ask me, huh?"

" Marco, you're misunderstanding me. I don't have any feelings for Daniel, we are just f..." Before I could complete my statement, I felt his strong palm land on my left cheek, causing me to stop what I was saying.

Surprised and hurt, I placed my hand on the affected cheek,staring at him in anger. Did he just slapped me?

"You slapped me, Marco. How dare you lay your hands on me! You don't have any right to.."

He offered me another hotter slap on my left cheek which made me fell to the ground.

I landed roughly with my forehead. It was burning like hell, I could feel it.

"You don't talk back at me. While I talk, you listen. And this, it's just a lesson. Next time, I'll give you a real dinner." He walked away, leaving me in the hell pain he had given me.

I touched the spot were I felt this pain, feeling something sticky. I stared at my fingers I had used to touch it.

I gasped. Rushing into the kitchen, I wet the towel, gently cleaning up the goshing bloods from rolling out the more.

God! My cheeks are burning like hell.

I laid on my bed, weeping out like a child who was punished by her parents, made to starve for two days.

On cases like this, we didn't sleep together. He would sleep in the guest room while I sleep in our room.

Why me?
I didn't do anything stupid, did I?
Why do I have to get this from him.

Honestly, the pains still hurts like hell!

~~~

I didn't want Vera to know but the scar was so obvious that she noticed it so quickly.

"What happened to your face, Skylar?"

I didn't want her to know but she persisted and she wasn't the type to escape her questions.

So, I told her instead. "It's Marco."

"Marco?!" She yelled, looking if someone was listening. " What happened? " She said in a low tone.

"You know about my dinner with Daniel?"
She nodded.
" He got angry over it. He didn't even wanna listen to me he took offense and concluded that I had something to do with him. "

" He said that? " She yanked. " From the start, I've hated him. I keep asking why but I think I'm beginning to find out my reasons. "

She shifted the hairs I had used to hide the scars and finger marks Marco had given me.

"Geez, this isn't a small thing. Skylar why would you let him do this to you? The FBI's needs to know about this. " She said, dialling the number.

" No, Vera, don't. Please. " I prevented her from doing something worst.

" Don't tell me you'll let this pass. God! That son of a bitch has to be arrested. Look what he's done to your pretty face. "

" It's my fault, I should have told him before going out with Daniel. This wouldn't have happened if I had let him know at the first place. "

" That's nonsense, okay? He doesn't own your life. Besides, you two aren't married yet, so, you've got the right to hang out with your friends. Speaking of the devil, what has he done for you since you two started dating? " She's right and the answer is nothing.

" Always mean, bossy, authoritative, damn he can't even love. I wonder how he got you to fall in love with him. I swear, it's kinda hard to guess. " She walked up close to me, " Skylar, if there's any chance for you to fall in love with another guy, you have to. Marco, he isn't the right person for you. Truth be told. "

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I'm with Vera...
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