My new lovers secret
One cold evening I felt like going to spend the night with my guy but on getting there his door was locked I was flabbergasted as to why he wasn’t home by that time of the night, I didn’t bother much since I had my keys.
I went in and called his phone severally but he didn’t pick so I decided to sleep in his guest room at exactly 12 have I heard the door open and some different voices I wanted to come out but on second thought, I decided to wait and peeped through the small window there.
OMG, there were dressed like cult guys including my mark no this can’t be what I am thinking. I watched them make some incantations after which mark climbed his roof and handed over a big gun to every one of them.
My world so this kind of weapon is in this house and I never knew.
I kept mute and they left probably they were going for robbery, I cried and asked God why I am always unfortunate in relationships.
I didn’t wait till morning before I left because I didn’t want him to know I visited or saw anything.
I never wanted to see him again, I sent him a voicemail on WhatsApp and told him it’s over he tried to find out but no I can’t, I still love my life.
I shed tears because mark was a good and caring guy.
A month later I heard he was killed by some policemen. Oh, how I felt guilty I should have talked to him but would he have listened.
I mourned mark as if he was my husband.
The memories we share makes me a shadow of my self.
Mark, I still love you even till death.
A week after his death I found out I was carrying his child.
The question now is should I keep the baby or abort it.
Oh, what a world.
Hell a sister.
Till we are empty Lord don’t be through with us.