“I have to keep running, I have to get away” Munirat said to herself over and over again as she ran. It was very dark as it was almost midnight, and Munirat could not see where she was going. But, she was determined to keep running, she didn’t have a second to waste. She had to get as far away as possible. She was so engrossed in her thoughts that she didn’t see the headlights of the car that was coming her way fast, until it was too late.
Babatunde, turned on the shower, but the Cold did nothing to calm his nerves. He couldn’t believe what he had just done. He had just knocked someone down!
“It’s not my fault, she was the one who ran into me.” Tunde said to himself.
He had the perfect life,he was one of the youngest and the best fashion designers in Nigeria. If word got out that he knocked someone down, that was the end of his career.
Although it was not his fault, the world would see the only one lying in the hospital as the victim. He’d done the best he could, she was now in the I.C.U of an hospital. All Tunde could do was pray that she gets better.
The shower was not helping him, he turned off the shower and got out. After putting on some dry clothes, he grabbed his car key from the bed where he had thrown it when he entered the bedroom.
Doyinsola was not surprised when she opened the door and found Tunde there. He was the only who could knock at her door at such an ungodly hour.
“What is this time?” she asked with obvious irritation as Tunde stepped into her living room. Tunde didn’t answer, instead he pulled her close and started kissing her aggresively…