It always starts with an invitation, tempting as sin. It gives one the promise of excitement and a stroke of addiction, it was a practice that instilled fantasy. At rst it seems harmless; what could possibly go wrong? With that rhetorical question all could turn south…I am new to the cyber world and it seems I have a lot to learn. Staring at the bright screen with liquid colors got me excited. The amboyant website and endless mysteries attached to it spins my mind. There I am—antic.i.p.ating and waiting; where is he? My mystery man! As I press the key pads of my computer, I was quick to realize the online world is a fascinating one. The time says 11:00pm. He should be online by now. I tap my feet impatiently as I stare at the screen for a message.
I pace my room. Earlier today I had thoughts of what I would say to him, the next kinky fantasy I was going to indulge him with. I am eager, almost anxious. How can someone I have never met before, wield such power to ignite insecurities I never knew I had?
Rush-hour52 usually starts the conversation with how he spends his day and we will go on and on about fantasies that gives us such high. He is my ecstasy, my little dirty addiction. The subtle ping of my computer gets my attention.
Finally, he is online!
Rush-hour52: Hey bae!
Crush girl: Where have you been?
Rush-hour52: Miss me?
Crush girl: You know I don"t like it when you keep me waiting…
I stare at the screen, waiting for his response—anything that will signify he was sorry. A minute pa.s.sed and I got no reply, I hate it when he does that. Give me a taste then withdraws, leaving me wanting and aching for his attention. I sigh in frustration. I didn"t want to give him control, but he knows what to do to make me cower at my baseless desire to please him.
Crush girl: Are you there?
Crush girl: Why aren"t you responding? Are you angry?
Crush girl: h.e.l.lo bae, I just don"t like it when you act this way.
Rush-hour52: What do you want me to say, I came online but your att.i.tude…
Crush girl: I"m sorry, please I"m sorry.
(Two minutes later)
Crush girl: Please forgive me, you know I love you.
Rush-hour52: Obviously you don"t.
Crush girl: I will do anything for you, please just don"t be angry.
Rush-hour52: Anything??????????
Crush girl: Name it!
Rush-hour52: I think it"s high time we met.
Crush girl: My parent wouldn"t let me go leave the house without their knowledge and I am not really familiar with places. Ikorodu is quite far and I don"t know how to nd my way.
Rush-hour52: I thought you said you love me, can"t you just do this little thing. I promise you I will make it worth your while, remember all the things we talked about?
Rush-hour52: I can make all your dreams come through.
I didn"t want to correct his mistake, apparently he meant true—didn"t want him mad at me for calling out his grammatical error. I smirk as I stare at his last message, could
he really do that? I ask myself. I am bubbling with excitement. Although I failed to mention the fact I am only fteen, but I doubt he will be able guess my age. My big physique did a good job of misleading people. I did not want him to think I am too young to experience love. I can"t explain the allure I feel towards him. I want to see him.
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I have asked for his pictures but he claims it should be a surprise, "until we meet", he keeps saying. I can imagine what he looks like. Height of a movie star, light skinned and hazel eyes. I couldn"t wait!
Crush girl: When?
Rush-hour52: How about on Sat.u.r.day?
Crush girl: Sat.u.r.day wouldn"t work. We have church service to attend, my father is one of the church ministers. It is something I cannot miss.
Rush-hour52: You aren"t a child; he shouldn"t force you to do such things. You are above twenty-one.
Crush girl: Yes, I am but you know I live under his roof so I have to comply with his rules, my father is a strict man.
Rush-hour52: Why are your parent treating you this way? When we go further in our relationship, I will take you away from them and let you come and stay with me.
Crush girl: away????
Rush-hour52: Yes, I will. I want you to experience the world and I wanna do amazing things with you, love you like it is my last you know.
Crush girl: So you love me?
Rush-hour52: You know I do.
Crush girl: How come you"ve never said those words to me, I want you to say it!!!
R u s h - h o u r 5 2 : I L O V E YO U, I L O V E YO U. I LOVEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE YOU BAE!
The world is wonderful; it feels that way. I am in love, my prince charming was a click away and nally I will meet with him.
Rush-hour52: So what do you say, my woman?
Crush girl: How about Friday, my man?
Rush-hour52: You have made me the happiest man alive.
I will give you directions xoxo.
Crush girl: I am glad I make you feel that way.
Rush-hour52: Now tell me, what are you wearing?
I snuck away from school, stu ng my school uniform in my bag and now am on a pursuit for my prince charming. I borrowed a dress from my cla.s.smate and in return I will help with her homework for a week. All that didn"t matter, only Rush-hour52. He will be so happy to nally see me.
I want to get away from home, sometimes I see how miserable my parents are, pretending they are happy but I know better. Their empty smiles don"t fool me; I will not end up like them. I will nd my own happy ending, I have to! I strongly believe Rush-hour52 is my escape.
After several wrong turns I nally got to my destination, there is a cream bungalow in the midst of scanty houses; it was surrounded by a thick bush. I pause, maybe I have the wrong address? Something is amiss. There is an upsetting feeling that troubles me. Should I turn back? But he will be angry if I tell him I went back home, I can"t take the risk of not speaking to him again. I summon courage and knock on the door. There is no response but I am patient, I knock again but this time rmly. I freeze as I could hear footsteps approach, I adjust myself and plaster a lovely smile on my face.
The door opens and my smile breaks. There is an older man, if I am to guess his age I will say late thirties. He has a pot belly, ugly as a baboon and the smell that oozed from him, can make a blind man see again. I frown. I stare at my phone then back at him, he smirks at me.
"I think I have the wrong house, sorry to bother you" I took several steps back.
"Crush girl, you are more beautiful than I imagined" he hu s, piercing his dark eyes at me "come in" he smiles, those teeth convinced me evil is in the world. How could I have been so stupid? I blink away the blinding tears that threaten to spill, all my hopes and dreams gone in an instant. It can"t be! No, no… this can"t be rush-hour52. What have I done? I just want to go home, return to my safe bedroom. I turn to leave but he grabs my arm and pulls me in, covering my face with a handkerchief. The next thing I know, it was dark.