John episode 7

John
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Episode 7
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Written by Ekhosuehi Testimony
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Vivian laid on John’s th-gh in a way that only her head was on his th-gh as both were outside on a bench. She wore a white crop top coupled with a ski-ny jean that made the shape of her posterior visible.
The weather that night was so pleasant, a full moon and stars could be seen in the sky as fresh soothing breeze blew. The sound of vehicles and chattering of traders have gone down as many of them have gone home to meet their family, thereby, giving a peaceful atmosphere for the two teenagers.
“I love you.” Vivian said to John sincerely.
“I love you, too, Vivian.” John replied, both of them smiled at each other.
“Promise to be with me forever.” John said, and Vivian began to car-ss his face rom-ntically. Her touch was so tender, John wished that moment could last forever. Suddenly, her touch became hærd and rough. John felt pain on he face though he wasn’t hit by anybody or so he thought.
“You just have to wake up, John.” Vivian said.
“I’m awake, sweetheart.” John said with smiles.
“Just wake up.”
“I’m wake. What do you mean?”
“Wake up, John!” His mother’s voice can through and John jumped up from the bed holding he face. Then it dawned on him, “it was all a dream.”
“Mom, what’s the meaning of this? I was having a peaceful sleep!.” John complained, still holding his face.
“Oh… a peaceful rom-ntic sleep where you were saying ‘I love you, too’, promise to be with me forever’, blah, blah, blah.” She said, mimicking John. “I’m Sorry to interrupt, but you are gonna be late for school again…” Mrs. Monroe said as she left John’s room, leaving the door ajar. John looked at the wall clock, it was 8:15am in the morning, he knew he had to prepare for school. He went to his wardrobe to select his clothes for that day. He brought out a blue T-shirt with Superman’s logo on it. He equally brought out a black ski-ny jean coupled with a NIKE footwear. John hurriedly went to the bathroom, not forgetting his towel this time. He took a quick bath and he was set in no time. He headed to the dinner to eat his food, he was having noodles for breakfast which was already served. John settled down on an iron chair, designed with a black Corinthian leather. “Yummy”, he said to himself.

In few minutes, John was filled and could throw a punch if it comes to that. He wiped his mouth and stood up, shifting the chair backwards, gently.
“Mom. I’m set.” He said, loudly.
Mrs. Monroe came out of the kitchen, gave John a hug. “Stay out of trouble, don’t make bad friends, and come home safe.” She advised.
“I know, I will.” John assured.
“Don’t forget to buy Vivian a rose. I’m sure she likes roses, doesn’t she?” Mrs. Monroe asked. Leaving John shocked and confused.
“Y-you mean? W-who? I said that out loud in my dream?” John stuttered.
“Don’t try to play smart with me, dear. I know when you are lying. Your forehead turns red, and you stammer when you lie. Just like your father.” Mrs. Monroe said, smiling while John frowned. He had a lot of questions to ask about his father. He couldn’t remember how he looks, he left when he was just 2 years old.
“Mum.” John called.
“Don’t even think about it.” Mrs. Monroe said, turning away from John.
“I have to know something, anything there is to know about my Dad, mum.” John said with a sad look on his face.
“I don’t want to talk about him. Perhaps, next time.”
“Mum, you have too.” John shrieked.
“No, it breaks me to talk about him. It brings back bad memories when I think about him. How he left us! How he left me to cater for you, to support you, John.” Mrs. Monroe said amidst tears.
“You still have to tell me. What happened to him? Is he dead!?” John shrilled.
“No, John. He is very much alive with another woman, with kids!” Mrs. Monroe said.
“Where is he? You still have to tell me.” John insisted.
“Fine! You wanna find him? His name is Bruce Regan, he should be 49 years old by now. He is tall, dark in complexion, afro hair cut, broad shouldered and wears suit most of the time!” Mrs. Described with gestures.
“Good luck finding him.” She left John in the living room, who stood like a statue. He knew going after his mother that moment wasn’t a good idea. He had to let her be.
John sighed and shook his head. He headed out of the house into the street. The usual morning activities for traders and taxi drivers has begun. Pedestrians could be seen on the walkway, some women, some men and even children who have different places to go. John didn’t mind what was going on around him, he felt emotional. He doesn’t even know his own father, how he looks or where he lives. “What a shame.” He thought inwards and focused on his journey.

John got to school in an eye blink. Boys and girls could be seen at every corner; chatting and laughing. Some students have started arriving on foot while some by cars. The environment was filled already with students who were either heading to class or hanging around doing what normal teenagers do. John headed to class looking serious. He way about to enter when Hannah came out, holding her backpack.
“Hey, John.” She said smiling.
“Hey.” John replied with a frown which Hannah noticed and it was unlike him.
“What’s happened?” Hannah asked, showing concern.
“It’s nothing.” John replied and walked out of her. Hannah was angry, she blamed John’s action on Vivian. It was obvious that she was jealous. Hannah was a rude person and was not liked my many people except her pawns. As she stood close to the doorway, lucky came by. “What just happened?” Lucy asked.
“I think Vivian has bewitched him. She’s gonna pay.” Hannah said.
“But how?” Vivian asked curiously and Hannah brought out a glue from a bag.
“I put a glue on her chair, and razor blades in her bag. When she tries to find something in her bag, it will cut her.. She’s sure gonna be sorry.” Hannah said, smiling.
“Of course, you came prepared.” They smiled at each other.

TO BE CONTINUED…