The Love That Will Never Die 2

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The wireless earphone beeped consecutively as I drove through the busy road of Awka in Anambra state. The beeping was simply an indication of an incoming call, haven seen the name Angela inscripted boldly on my phone's caller interface, I ignored the call and continued in my thoughts. Apparently, I was entangled in so many affairs that I couldn't walk from a place to another without getting a call from a she or another she and some other she. And the more I tried to get away from it, the more entangled I became and there was no way I could escape it. My love for beautiful ladies had always been my undoing and being as cute as I was, they had always waited and beckoned on me and each time, I kept stumbling after them like a cocaine addiction. I was in deep thoughts as I swerved through round abouts and sharp bends when the beep of my ear phone brought me back. I took a look at my phone on the dashboard again and saw Angela there. I pushed the button on my earphone and her voice came up excitedly.
"Hello, Jay".
"Angy what's the matter with you? I already told you that I was on my way over" I scolded softly.
"Ok, Just wanted to be sure you are still coming"
"I'm coming, stop calling me because I'm on the wheel"
"Ok, sorry baby, I'm waiting"
"Cool"
"I love you" she said after a pause
"I will see you in a couple of minutes, bye" I said and dropped the call.
Angel was one of the biggest mistake I had made in my life and one that I had kept repeating. I came to know her when she lived with her husband in our house as tenants. The house was a 3 storied building and we lived on the 3rd floor. The rest of the tenants lived on the second and down floor. Angela and her husband lived in a flat on the down floor. Her husband, Andrew, a cashier in a bank had married her when she was 23 and he was 30. The very first day he brought her into the house, I fell in love with her body and I spent a long time dreaming of myself with her in one room, in one bed and on each other. I was only 15 years old and in my ss1 then. I so much lusted after her that it nearly drove me mad. At that point in time, all I ever did was to get her to notice me and when I couldn't take it anymore, I decided to damn the consequences and let her know what I had in mind. I had all the chances in the world to see her. She was a stay at home wife and my parents often left me at home to work giving me the opportunity to go to school anytime I wanted. With all my siblings gone to school, I had the house to myself and did what I pleased. It was on a Monday and the whole of the house was quiet. I came out to the balcony of our apartment and sat there looking down to the ground. It wasn't long that I sat there before Angela came out with a bucket full of washed laundry. From where I sat three floors up, I eyed her plentiful cleavage and smacked my lips. She wore a jean skirt that ran down to her legs but the outline of her buttocks were scarcely hidden. Putting on my slippers, I ran downstairs and walked past her as she hung her laundry.
"Good morning" I sang out to her and she looked back at me.
"Good morning Jay, how are you?" she smiled revealing her beautiful gap teeth.
"I'm fine" I said smiling.
"You didn't go to school?"
"No, I'm not feeling too well"
"Ehyaa, sorry eh" she said and hung the last piece of cloth in the bucket. I smiled a thanks and moved to a corner of the compound eyeing her as she swayed her hips right into their flat. I shook my head and did the sign of the cross, I muttered a piece of prayer and walked straight to their door. I hesitated a little before landing a soft knock on their door. I listened and heard nothing. I wanted so much to walk away but the urge to get down with this pretty girl surpassed the urge to walk away. I rapped on the door again and I heard the sound of shuffling feet from inside the house. My heart leapt into my mouth at the thought of what I was about to do. I was still battling my fears when the door opened and she stood there in front of me, her cleavage smiling directly at me.
"Jason" she called with a puzzled look on her face.
"Yes, I just wanted to.... " I stammered trying hard not to stare longer than was normal at her cleavage.
"You wanted to? " she said looking at me. I tried being bold and held her eyes with mine.
"I just wanted to know if you needed any help"
"Help on what?"
"Help on anything" I said faking a smile, she smiled back and I felt a bit relaxed.  Looking at her, all the lustful thoughts in my mind kept cropping up, I wasn't aware of the action that was going on in my shorts. It only occurred to me when when she shifted her gaze down there and smiled.
"And what's that?" she asked pointing at my erected manhood.
"What?" I asked looking down embarrassed. I saw it and tried shoving it back in with my hands. She laughed at my crudeness and I smiled back.
"Come in" she eventually said.
"For real, Like I should come inside the house" I asked with a bit of surprise and she nodded. I shrugged and went into their sitting room. She bolted the door behind us and we faced each other.
"So?" she said spreading her hands. I scratched my head and looked at her silently.
"I thought you wanted to help me?" she continued when I didn't speak. I nodded and looked at her still mute. She held the button to her top and pulled it open, revealing a set of ripe breasts held back to her chest by a pink brazier. My jaw dropped in awe as I watched what I had always dreamed of stand live in my own real world. I couldn't wait any longer, I pulled her closer to me and locked my lips against hers, my hands squeezing hard at her breast. We kissed and I massaged every bit of her body that I had always lusted after while she played with my penis, squeezing hard at it. Things happened and we soon found our way into the bedroom where we made terrific love. That eventful day opened the door to more days of escapades between me and Angela. We spent the whole of the day together until everyone started coming home from work and school. I skipped school more and sometimes when my parents refuses to leave for work before me, I would dress up for school with my school bag and leave the house only to come back later in the day to our routine. Our affair moved on for a long time, running from days into weeks up until she got pregnant, that was the time it climaxed. She made me come to believe that pregnancy made women crave for more sex than was usual. I was enjoying every bit of the affair and I didn't want it to stop. She soon put to bed, a baby boy. He was light skinned and I attributed it to its mother being light skinned as well even though her husband was dark. But when the baby smiled, there was this resemblance between it and my baby pictures. Each time I was around to visit the new born baby and also to admire my secret lover, she would look at the baby and look at me and then say that we look alike, people around would laugh and say its true, considering that we were both light skinned, but then, only the two of us knew what she actually meant and I prayed hard it was all bullshit.
On a Friday, I was at home and so was my father too. I was in my room punching away at my Ps2 game and my father was busy with his favorite CNN station in the parlor. I heard a faint knock on our door and I hissed. The knock was on the door to our parlor and I knew father would never answer it despite being there, he would rather call me. The knock came the second time and he yelled out my name. I hissed and continued like I didn't hear him the first time, my plan was to see if he would give up and get the door himself but then, my father could call you a million times to run an errand he could have easily done himself. He called out again and reluctantly, I dragged my feet into the parlor.
"Are you deaf?" he asked looking up at me through the rims of his spectacle. I shook my head in the negative and frowned my face.
"Check who is at the door" he finally said and faced back the TV. I walked towards the door and opened it, from outside Angela stood staring at me. Her face was glittering as she smiled at me. I smiled back uneasily and blocked the door with my hand.
"My father is in" I whispered and stole a glance at him.
"I know" she said stroking my tummy. I shrugged and let her in. She went in and stood before my father while I walked behind her. She greeted my father and he responded looking up at her.
"Oh, How are you Angela?"
"I am fine sir"
"I hope no problem"
"No sir, actually, it's my baby that's sick and since my husband is not around to get us to the hospital, I was wondering if you could help us out" she said and my father observed her with a little frown and then nodded.
"Can you drive? I can help you with one of the cars if you can handle it"
"No sir, I can't really drive, Jason, maybe he could help out" she said looking back at me and I shook my head violently in protest.
"Ha ha, nooo, your child is sick, let's leave it at that, I wouldn't want a situation where you would jump from frying pan to fire because that is what will happen if Jayson drove you and him to the hospital, all of you may even end up hospitalized" my father said with a serious look on his face but it did sound funny and we giggled, I and Angela.
"Don't worry, I will drive you there" he said and got up to get his car keys.
"Thank you sir" Angela said and left the parlor winking at me as she passed and I replied with a weak smile. Leaving only me at home, they left for the hospital and I went back to my game. I had decided from there to take my driving lesson serious because had I been a professional driver, I would have been the one to chauffeur her to the hospital and that would have given us the chance to spend more time together. My father came back 1 hour later, her husband had arrived at the hospital because he was needed for some blood transplant or whatever so my father left them together and came straight home.
"I wonder why she couldn't have taken a public transport and not bother me" he muttered and went back to his television.
I was in our balcony when Angela came in with her husband in their Toyota corolla car. I watched him storm out of the car and from his countenance, I knew everything was not okay. I hissed and shook my head.
"If I had a wife like this, I swear I won't raise my voice at her, even if she shot me" I thought in my mind and eavesdropped on them.
"You must tell me who the got you pregnant with that bastard, because I cannot stay in the same house with a prostitute and her bastard son".
My heart skipped as I heard these words and I nearly fell off the balcony. I took a peep down and saw Angela leaning against the car clutching her baby to her bosom. She seemed to be crying. I ran inside the house and took a glance at the clock. The time was 2:35pm. I ran into my bathroom and took a hurried shower. Putting on my school uniform, I ran to my father and told him I was going to school.
"Now? By this time" he said looking up at me and pointing at his wrist watch.
"Yes dad, we have extra curricula lessons today and I don't want to miss it" I said tapping my feet in a haste.
"You didn't go to school, now you want to go for lessons by 4pm"
"Its 2pm sir and I didn't go to school because I wanted to be active during the lessons"
"Okay o, goodbye" he said and adjusted back to face his television. I left our apartment and flew down the stairs taking it 2 staircases at a time. I jumped into a bus going in the direction of our school. As the bus moved, my body shook as I thought of what awaited me back home should Angela name me the father of her child. I hadn't been gone for long before my phone beeped. Absent mindedly, I picked the call and my father's voice came up.
"Jason where are you?" he asked
"In a bus, going to school"
"Which school?"
"My school sir" I replied as my heart bang like a drum set.
"You must be very stupid, get back home now, right now" he thundered and the line went dead.
I returned home to meet them waiting for me in our parlor. My father, Andrew and Angela. I walked in slowly and dejectedly into their midst. The look on my father's face made me wish for the ground to open up and swallow me. Andrew observed me with thick hatred in his eyes and as I stood there perspiring, I knew I was in a deep one. Then my father threw the bomb at me.
"Are you responsible for her pregnancy?"
The question threw me off balance and I bit my lips.
"Sir?" I stammered.
"You must be very stupid, I said are you responsible for her pregnancy" he thundered and got up to come for me. I moved back and stared silently at him with fear and embarrassment inscribed all over my face. I stood looking down at the floor as my lips quivered. I didn't know how to reply. Even though I knew it was possible that the baby was mine, I also couldn't tell if someone else could be responsible. Angela sniffed and I shot her a quick glance and then faced the floor again.
My father had a DNA done. The baby turned out a perfect match with me. Andrew divorced Angela and moved out of our house. My father had no choice but to settle her. He bought her a bungalow and paid her monthly for her welfare and that of the baby. She had insisted on custody of the baby and we let her have it. This tainted my relationship with my parents the more. That was how I got entangled with Angela, a girl that was 8 years older than me and had my first Child at the age of 15.