A little too late (Steemitvirus contest #5)

Hello Everyone. This is my entry to the Steemit virus contest. Very big thanks to @steemit-virus for putting this contest together to help minnows like myself.

The original entry to the contest can be found here

[Credit]
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This is the story behind the picture above.

Juliet wasn't always like this. She had been once full of life and energetic. The beloved daughter of a thriving business tycoon. Innocent and intelligent.
She was to get a good degree in business administration so she could further in the United States, learning enough to be able to manage some of her dad's companies and she seemed up to it. Not till she met Tony. The tall, dark and handsome Tony.

He had approached her one evening in the library with a smile and he had a very swee-smelling cologne on. Innocent as they come

Having spent hours on her books in preparation for a series of tests they were to have the following week, she gave in to Tony’s invitation to go out for a drink. That one drink that cost her everything.
But who wouldn't like Tony? He had the height and killer smile every lady would die for and he didn't exactly seem like one into drugs.
That evening, he had showered her with flattery about how beautiful she looked. It wasn't like it was her first time of hearing those words for she was indeed beautiful. Her high cheek bone and perfect dimples had often times been the topic of discussion among guys and even ladies too. Yet, there was something about the way he said it. He spoke with such intensity and passion that he could win an essay contest, a lying contest . Oh, what a fool she has been! Her mum had warned countless times that they were no perfect men, not in this generation.

He had been careful too, not pressuring her to accept his advances and not even interested in her family's wealth. Well, not till the drugs started.
At first, it had been like an anodyne suggestion; a pill that could suppress sleep so they could read longer at night and it had worked. Only, he didn't tell of the side effects and the addiction that came with it.

Juliet began to want more and more of the damning drug that saw her read for twenty-two hours at a go. She had been ecstatic. Dad was going to be proud of his daughter, a first class product. But it was not to be. Soon, she found out that she could not keep her concentration for long without having to take a handful of the miracle-working blue tablet. And Tony was always there to supply not until six months ago when he began demanding for money. She didn't really see the problem with that at first until he began demanding for more saying the drug was now scarce as government had placed an embargo on its importation.
From frequent request for textbook and material money, she began collecting whatever money she could find on the pocket of dad's suits or mum's wardrobe. Soon, it escalated to the sales of precious jewellery and expensive wrist watches and Tony seemed to have the buyers ready. It was then it began to dawn on her that he might have it all planned from the beginning.
She started recalling bitterly that he had never taken the pills himself, not in her presence. It was either he had taken his at home or didn't feel like staying up to read. And she had believed him, the fool she was.

It got to the point that Tony no longer wanted money and she had none to give for she had squandered all her dad's money including the one in the account he had reserved for her studies abroad. She had refused all her parent's attempt to get her professional help always saying she was alright and that the frequent itching and unrest was due to stress and studying for too long, studying that had long stopped due to her inability to concentrate.
Tony demanded that he slept with her and seeing he was her boyfriend and had what she needed, she gave it to him, her virginity and all. Twice a day, three times, as many times as he wanted so long as he provided the miraculous blue tablets.

Not long ago, precisely two weeks, Tony stopped coming frequently and wouldn't even pick her calls and she did call. She would ring his cell till it got low battery. Luckily, she had a spare key to his apartment and she had gone there this evening on okada, borrowing money from the umpteenth time from mama Dayo, the hostel cleaner. She had found his car, the one she had given to him on his birthday, the month they met, outside. She had silently opened the door and gotten in, sneaking into his bedroom. She had hoped that giving him her body would work. Undressing, she had approached the bed, the light still turned off only to be pushed away.
Pushed by another woman.

There you have it. Thanks once again!