Saturday, 20 October 2018

Bad Bitches Don't Cry


“Bad bitches don't cry, they get even.”
Rukie said the words to her reflection, as she stubbed a finger on the single streak of tear working its way down her cheek, along with some mascara debris.
“I will get even, Tade.”

She continued to stare at herself in the polished brass mirror. Still very beautiful and classy-looking despite the havoc the tear had tried to do to her flawless make up; despite the pain that whirled within her.
Two and a half years they had dated. For two-freaking-and-a-half-years he had deceived her into believing that they had something strong and genuine going, something that would eventually end up in marriage. Two and a half years, and she had not had one inkling that he was a married man.
She had thought she had found the one… the one good man, the only worthy after many years of believing there was none. Only for him to turn out to be the biggest deceiver of them all; the greatest snake!
How can a man be married yet promise another marriage, and let her take him home to her parents as her husband to be? Such devilish deception!
Now I am the laughing stock among my friends, a specimen of the biggest fool that ever lived.
The deception would have continued too, he was so good at it, if one of her friends had not stumbled upon his picture in her boyfriend’s album – a wedding picture.
Rukie hadn’t believed it at first, had felt sure it was a mix up – similar looking people who just happened to have the same name. It could not be her own Tade.
But her friends had insisted she investigated and she had. One night while he slept deeply, knocked out by the sumptuous bowl of fufu and egusi she served him along with half a bottle of white wine, she went searching his car. She had found a bag in his booth and on looking through it, she found a phone. A phone different from the one she knew. The phone she knew and had easy access to, had her pictures and their loved-up pictures used as screensaver and WhatsApp DP. This other phone had pictures of him, a woman and two kids used as the screensaver and everywhere else. They were obviously his family and this was obviously his real phone. The bastard had been living a double life with her.
The pain she felt at that moment was more crushing than getting a one-tonne stone dropped on her. How ironic, that she, with all her savviness and street smarts, would be fooled so easily by a man. She who used to twiddle men so effortlessly around her fingers, she who, before now, would have sworn no man constructed of flesh could take advantage of her.
She had transferred as much of the content of the phone as she could to hers. Pictures, numbers, messages, etc, and had confronted him with them first thing the next morning. His reaction to the evidence had been even more hurtful than his heartless deception.
After the initial shock at having been found out, he had shrugged coldly, “Now that you have found out, you have found out naa ni.”
She had been outraged. “What? Is that what you have to say? After all this time, all the promises... So you were just using me all along?”
But his condescension had only increased. “Please save the theatrics. No one used anyone here, we both enjoyed and benefited from each other. Don't be acting like an innocent girl that was deceived by the big bad wolf. We both know you are anything but a good girl.”
How insulting that he would bring up her past ways of dating wealthy men for financial upliftment, when she had stopped all of that because of him. He would never have known about it, if she had not decided to tell him, wanting their relationship to be forged on honesty and transparency.
“You used me,” she repeated now at her reflection. It was hours after the confrontation, hours since he stormed out with his things; no apologies, no care given to her feelings. He had instantly metamorphosed from the loving angel she thought he was to the snake he really was. “And you must pay for it.”
She kept staring at her reflection, her mind sifting through the different ways she could pay him back.
She thought of sending pictures of them together to his wife (she had gotten her phone number from his real phone), but that would not be effective. It might cause some trouble between them, but she was sure he would easily worm his way out with some sweet talk or lies. It would not be damaging enough.
Getting him beaten up would also not be enough to placate her hurt soul.
She continued to weigh different options in this manner, just standing there in front of the mirror as time rolled on. Finally, it came to her.
“Yes, that's it. That's what I will do. It’s the best punishment for him.”

And a smile shaped her lips.

The Story Continues>>> Click Here for Pt. 2

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