Crazy Couple. Episode 9

????????CRAZY COUPLE????????

{She’s stubborn ???? He’s arrogant}

Written by Eunice Nwodu????
Short story❤

EPISODE 9

????STELLA????

I was bored since Jeremy wasn’t home yet. I received a call from Kelvin.

Hmph.

“Are you free, I would like us to meet up” he said.

“Oh…I can’t, not today. Maybe another time” I replied.

“Alright” he said and hung up.

Oh, I hope he’s not mad.

I wonder why he wants ro see me anyway.
I heard a car drive into the compound.
Oh, hubby is back.

I laid on the bed and covered myself up. I made my face look sick.

The door opened and he walked in.

He glanced at me and scoffed.

“What the heck is wrong with you?” He asked and I shivered.

“I think am sick” I said faking my voice.

He rolled his eyes.

He didn’t say anything as he went to the closet and returned in his casual wears.

“Jeremy. Come close and feel my temperature” I said.

He murmured some words and came close to me. He dropped his palm on my forehead.

“Do you know what’s wrong with me?” I asked.

“Yeah…you’ve lost your kidney and you’re going to die soon” he said and I gasped.

“Let go of me, you as*hole!” I yelled and he chuckled.

I’m faking sick so he will go easy on me with his diabolical revenge.

But I do feel a little weak.

“Take some drugs and stop trying to die under my roof” he said and left the room.

Jerk.

????JEREMY????
I sat on the sofa at the balcony operating my phone. Am going to the office tomorrow to see how my dumb workers are.

my plans for Stella is still being organized.

Am gonna make her cry so hard and wish she never married me.

My phone rang…
Nina.

What’s wrong with this lady!?

I picked it up and placed it on my ear.

“Fuc* off Nina!” I yelled immediately.

“Jeremy. You’ve been ignoring my calls. What’s going on? Aren’t we gonna meet up anymore?” She asked.

I scoffed.

“If I get another lady aside my wife pregnant, that’s game over for me. Leave me the hell alone!” I rapsed and switched off the phone.

Oh fuc*!

I removed the sim card and broke it in half.

What sort of motherfu*king problem is this?!

Am still trying to figure out how’d I’d get Stella laid.

She claims she’s sick.

Screw that!
All I want is her pu**y.

She’s so full and what hurts me is the fact she’s so stubborn and runs her mouth like we’re siblings.

Back in highschool, she’s always on her own. An introvert.

I heard foot steps and I looked beside me and saw her coming .

She covered herself with a blanket.

She sat beside me and that made me twitch. It makes me feel quite uncomfortable cause am not used to it.

“It hurts” she said making puppy eyes.

“What hurts?” I asked.

“My heart. It’s weak. The fever is killing me” she said with her eyes teary.

I just wanted to kiss her tears away.
Did I just think that?

I think am going insane but I pity her though.

“Should we go to the hospital?” I asked and she shook her head.

“No! I’ll be fine” she replied and I leaned, resting my back on the sofa.

She shifted close to me and rested her head on my shoulder.

I shuddered.

Didn’t see that coming!

I raised her head a little.
She was wide awake.

“Can you please call my dad? I want to talk to him” she muffled…

“Why?” I asked astonished.
Written by Eunice Nwodu-do not copy-

“I feel lonely and I feel like talking to him” she replied.

Her dad is so strict.

If she told him she’s lonely,
Am as good as dead.

She never reported my friends to her parents cause if she did, they would all be punished greatly.

“You feel lonely? Talk to me. Am here” I said.

Ew.
I can’t believe I just said that.

“How can I tell my enemy my problems? He’ll surely use it against me” she jibed.

What?

“You’re unpredictable Stella. Let’s go inside, it’s cold here” i said and helped her up.

We went to the bedroom and I watched her lie on the bed.

And that’s when those dirty thought returned.

I need to get tight with her.

The urges are driving me nuts.

And she knows,
She should know.

????STELLA????
I laid on the bed trying to act weaker.
I was laughing sub consciously.
Jeremy is falling for all this drama.

I can’t believe I had the urge to lean on his shoulders.

it wasn’t me then.
am sure.
maybe am going insane.

I suddenly smelt something faint and sour.
what’s that weird smell?

I opened and eyes and behold,
Jeremy was holding a huge syringe with red substance inside.

“Hold still. It’ll stop the fever” he said pinning me to the bed.

Whaaat????????
I struggled to get free

“Jeremy, stop!” I yelled.

Am not sick and I hate syringes.

“Relax wifey” he grouse pressing me down to the bed.
I tried to push him off but he was hell bent on injecting me.

Mom????????