In my head part 2

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What happened in this part? Just one thing happened! I changed the POV... Enjoy*

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In my head Part2

He moved back to his bedroom, feeling the betrayal. His head was heavy and he felt the thick hair he had on was a burden.
'Mercy.' The name rang a bell again, like an echo, that filled every part of his head.
He moved across the room, and was soon pulling open his drawer to reach for what he had hidden.
He recovered a knife and shut his eyes close.
He was going to ease the struggle, and make another lady pay for the pain he felt. The pain he was going to feel, was just the starting point.
He held the mouth of the knife, then pulled against it slightly. It fell to the ground, and so did he. Trying to get off his feet, blood surged out his hands and his eyes narrowed at his wounds. He was filled with pain, and his breath was hardening, coming stronger than an aged rock.
And from that very moment, the hatred he had for women doubled.
He wrapped his injured hand up after dressing it and prepared to meet his new lover, with the stained knife stowed away in his pocket and a plan for mascara in his head.

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She sat on one for the arm chairs at the rear of the most expensive restaurant in town. Savoury foods.
Her heart puckered into a frown, as she watched the waiter approach her with a long menu. That was the last she saw. What next? She was trapped deep inside a show in her head.
It laid out right in front of her; a matter or right or wrong. She knew down to earth, that she was being wrong about her decisions and that she was killing someone.
If she had not started going out with one of the consultants, the young man would still have his job and heart in place. She knew she did wrong and was reversing the scenes she could have said a "yes" instead of a "no"; scenes she had gone mute, where a little explanation for justification of action could have saved hearts.
"Madam!" She got picked, and she flicked. She caught the cough and shook her surprise off with a smile. She narrowed a gaze across the table, Julie was busy with her phone. That wasn't even why she hadn't talked to the waiter. Mercy was to pay.
Mercy reached her hair and pulled off the pin holding the perfect ball shape it had fixed, behind her head and her hair flowed down to her shoulder. The waiter held his breath, then spoke up.
"You have a nice hair, madam."
Stella smiled. She collected the menu and went through. She stopped on the second page. She looked across the table and her friend wasn't even available for an eye contact. She kicked her legs and took away her face.
"This and this." She pointed as the waiter checked with her.
"Five minutes, ma."
"Good!" Mercy nodded.
She looked across the table angrily. This time, Julie was ready for her.
"You except me to pay for your lack of attention?" Julie said. "Of course not." She continued. "I knew that crazy boy was talking half of your mind, and you know what happens next if you don't get him off; you see him on the wall, in your dreams, in your food and everywhere."
"Julie, I asked us to come here and have something nice, not talk about my life. You know your own life is even more complicated."
"But, I don't slip away." Julie blurted.
Mercy admitted it. Julie was right. She needed to get rid of the guy.
"But I need to tell him I'm sorry." She interrupted the hush all of a sudden. "Babe, I broke his heart. I got him off his job. I made him do stupid things."
The waiter moved towards them, and they were forced to stop talking when he got too close..
Just what they'd ordered. Amala, gbegiri and ewedu, with two ogbufes, well soaked in pepper soup, laid in the tray he held.
They thanked him and tipped him for an excellent service when he dropped the food.

On the same side of the restaurant, was another lady, four tables away to the left.
She was in a cream coloured tube top, with different shades of brown, and fitting blue jeans on.
She had a brown wig on and her face was constantly on her phone. She was expecting someone to have been around. She looked around anytime her eyes were off the phone, stamping focus on the door.

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The guy with the thick Afro cut and a bandage around his wrist, took a bike down to the nearest filling station. He already told Debby to give him thirty more minutes, with hopes that he would get fuel incase of power shortage.
"Lutaaaa!" The female attendant smiled, giving his name a pull. She had always liked him and it all started the day he noticed she was sad and spoke to her. She told him about some bills and he invited her over to his house. They talked. He offered to help with some of her bills, for nothing in return. She would have given him sex if he wanted. His handsome look and nice attitude had worth it, but she was too shocked to find out he was in love with a TV series he watched every evening, than looking her close in the face.
"Are you running off. Like going somewhere?"
"Yes!" Luta replied.
"Luta Luta!" She called his name again.
"That your name fine ohh" She said again, as she stopped the fuel pump from dispensing any further.
"I will be free tomorrow."
"OK!" Luta gave a prompt response, pretending not to know what she meant. After they exchanged contact for the sixth time, she already had his change handed over to him.
"I like your coal!"
'Suit, not coal' He could have said aloud, but he held himself back and checked the pocket of his blazer. The blood stained knife was still there.
He looked at her and asked again.
"Can you help me keep this fuel till I return?"
"Yes!" She smiled. "Yes!!!" She repeated again and reached him to collect the fuel.
©Godwin Okhuoya

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