Chapter 82: Chapter 82

CHAPTER 82

SARA

“I still don’t feel enthusiastic about this whole thing, Sara.” Ariel muttered, hands in her hair as they both walked down the shelter’s long corridor.

They were going to Miranda’s room, wanting to check up on their stray friend and drag her along to the festival.

Finally it was today!

The highly anticipated carnival festival was kicking off, and Sara was highly effusive about the whole thing.

She had finally settled on a skirt and top dress, a yellow headband atop her curly mass of hair, and her slides fitted her perfectly.

Smacking her mouth together, as she rubbed some gloss on her lips, Sara dropped the lipstick in her handbag, blinked her lids and she repeated Ariel’s words in her head.

She didn’t say anything at first, trying to look for the best words to reply with, and clearing her throat after some time she came to an abrupt stop saying, “What do you mean Ariel?”

“I just have this sudden bad feeling deep within me. It’s nothing much actually. I’m on my period, maybe my hormones are acting up.”

“Is that it?” Sara asked instantly, not still sure if Ariel’s response at all.

“That is it Sara. Let’s just keep on walking, I don’t know why you stopped in the first place.” Ariel said, her brows raised up defensively.

“I stopped walking because I wanted to talk to you. I need to know what’s going on. You look worn out, and not at all ready to go to this festival. We got feee tickets for goodness sake.”

“Well, you look like you are about to start a fight, and I’m not in the mood for that right now.” Ariel said, rolling her eyes and dragging her feets, she continued walking down the corridor.

Trudging hurriedly behind her, Sara uttered, “Why are you feeling this way? I don’t know why, but these past few days seem to have been strained between the two of us. Is there something you are not telling me Ariel?” She rasped, her worry now surfacing.

Sara couldn’t explain why Ariel was now opposed to attending this festival, when she had been so enthusiastic about the whole thing at first.

One minute she was happy wanting to go and have fun at the festival, and the next she was feeling rather down.

“Ariel, you are not saying anything.” Sara whined, and Ariel replied diverting the topic, “We are already standing outside Miranda’s door. Let’s go drag her to the festival and have the time of our lives just like you want.”

“Ariel…” Sara drawled out, “Don’t do this. Don’t try to divert this. Now you are the one behaving like a kid right now, and I don’t like it. You said…”

Ariel didn’t allow her finish her speech, because she was already pushing the room’s door wide open, and walking in leaving Sara standing there bereft with her mouth wide open.

Leaving her no choice but to follow in, Sara comported herself, and walked inside the rowdy room.

Glancing around, Sara could see that the kids were all preparing, dressing up and the only reason why they would be doing all this, was because of the carnival festival and at the thought a smile lit up her face.

Just as she was staring at the kids, following Ariel’s eye train, they both spotted Miranda, and zooming in on how she looked, they voiced out the same question in unison, “Oh goodness Miranda… What’s the matter?”

Ariel rushed towards her bunk bed, and Sara followed suit.

Murmuring some pleasantries to the kids in the room, Sara hurriedly rushed to Miranda’s bedside.

“Oh my… Ariel, she’s got some bruises.” Sara quickly noted, as she instantly started to dawn over Miranda’s sore looking face.

“What happened?” Ariel questioned, but Miranda said nothing, her sift whimpers filling the atmosphere.

“We should ask the kids. Maybe they would know something and…” Sara started to suggest, but finally Miranda spoke up cutting in, “No, don’t! They have no idea what happened.”

“Then talk to us. You know I hate seeing you this way. Did you purposely hurt yourself?” Sara inquired, brows up.

She was ready to chide her, because this was not the first time Miranda did something like this, and despite their warnings it seemed she still hadn’t listened.

“I… I didn’t… I…” The bruised up lady stammered, and Ariel who seemed fed up half yelled, “You didn’t what? Come on Miranda talk to us. We don’t have much time to spend here.”

“Its nothing, don’t get all worked up about me.”

“Miranda… Talk to us.” Sara pestered, but Miranda kept quiet.

It was evident that Miranda was not in the mood to talk, and passing some knowing looks between herself and Ariel, Sara decided that it was time to drop the topic.

What she said next, seemed unruly but she had to ask it out, and that she did.

“Are you coming for the festival?”

A long silence fell amongst them, and Sara didn’t know if her eyes were playing tricks on her, but she could see clearly that Miranda’s countenance seemed to change.

It looked like she was afraid of something, and Sara’s mind seemed to churn as she wondered what it was their mutual friend was keeping from them.

“What is wrong Miranda?” Ariel asked after some time, arms folded.

“Are you both going to the festival?” Miranda asked, saying something after some time and Sara looked at her like she was joking.

“Of course we both are. Can’t you see we are dressed already and…”

“Please Sara, please Ariel don’t go.”

In a flash, as Miranda uttered those words, Sara and Ariel watched in amusement as she got on her knees on the floor, directly in front of them and she started to plead.

“Is something wrong with you Miranda?” Sara blurted out in amazement, her eyes widening and Ariel who seemed to be in a surly mood all through the day burst out in laughter.

Almost every one in the room had their eyes on Miranda who was still begging them not to go, and Sara dumbfounded had no idea on what to say or do anymore.

To her, she felt like calling Miranda crazy but she held the words back.

“What the heck is wrong with you? You are bruised and battered, we’ve been asking you what’s wrong and now you respond to us in this way?” Sara rasped out, her voice high.

She was getting angry she could feel it.

“I don’t know what’s wrong with you, but when you are okay then maybe you can dress up and come meet us at the carnival. As for now we have to leave here.” Sara mumbled, getting up from the bed.

“I think Sara is right, Miranda you seem to be running mad…” Her words were said jokingly, and both Sara and some of the kids erupted into laughter.

“See you later love.” Ariel said again, and this time while Sara watched, she bent down and pecked Miranda on both sides of her cheeks.

“Let’s go.” She motioned at Sara, and giving Miranda a wink, Sara waved at her and proceeded to leave the room.

It was time to go to the festival.

…….

DINAH’S POV

“Oh baby, yes…” Her nails digging into his back, Dinah clutched Mikey tightly, her moans loud as he fucked her up against the wall of their bedroom.

She didn’t care if they were making too much noise.

She didn’t care if time was running late, all she knew and wanted was to get her maximum satisfaction before they both proceeded to the carnival grounds.

She needed just one last fuck from him, to be pumped up and ready for the plan tonight and he was effortlessly dishing it out.

“Oh fuck…” Mikey groaned, his hands on her ass tightly, and slapping the naked butt, Dinah yelped out in pain and pleasure as he continued to plunge deep in her.

They were making out like rabbits, their voices loud, her makeup in disarray but Dinah didn’t care one bit.

She would arrange herself when they were done, all she needed right now was to fill him deep in her.

“Oh yes, fuck!” Mikey groaned again, his sweaty body slapping against hers, and murmuring some incorrigible words, he orgasmed.

He started to spurt his seed inside her, just the same time Dinah felt herself coming too, and in seconds, tightening her vagina walls around him her legs began to shake.

“Oh yes…. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.” She moaned out loud, this tone clutching him harder, biting her lips.

He rode her faster, in and out, until she came in spasms, her moans loud and throaty and then.., they were both done.

“Damn, that was so hot love.” Mikey said after some time, whilst they caught their breath and she nodded helplessly.

Dragging her shaky legs to the bedside mirror, Dinah appraised herself and seeing that her mascara was streaking down her face with her makeup duly spoilt, she instantly got down to work.

As for Mikey, he had gone to the toilet to probably wash himself up, and in seconds or minutes rather they were both done.

Pulling him closely, Dinah kissed him passionately at the same time when she was done, she shifted to his ears and whispered something’s in them.

She was running over the plan of the day with him, and when she was done he gave her a nod clearly indicating that he understood every single thing she had just said.

Smiling in contentment, Dinah gave him another peck on the cheek ruffling his hair softly and he smiled back at her.

“You…” He grabbed her by the waist and pulled her close, “Are the only woman who makes me feel like a fool or something. You turn all my buttons, you are my woman.”

Her chest swelling with pride, Dinah started to dive in for another kiss, when the words he says next stopped her from saying anything further, “What about your friend Tessa? After last night, have you both discussed about today? Is she coming with us?”

Remembering the events of last night and how she had beat Miranda to a pulp, Dinah felt like laughing but then reminded of the fact that Mikey had asked of Tessa got her defenses rising up a bit.

She was getting jealous, and she didn’t like it at all.

“Tessa’s already at the festival. Why are you suddenly asking of her though?” Dinah spat out after a moment of keeping quiet.

“It’s nothing love. Just wanted to know if she’s in on the plan and if everything’s settled between you two.” Mikey replied with a wink, shrugging his shoulders.

Dinah had no idea what he meant by his last statement, but her jealousy deflated instantly and she just rolled her eyes.

“I can smell some jealousy.” Mikey chimed in, laughing mockingly and Dinah started to blush, feeling embarrassed.

“Let’s get out of here please.” She mumbled, smacking her lips and checking herself in the mirror again.

She didn’t want to have any mascara or lip stain again.

“Okay my love.” Mikey uttered, grabbing her hands as they both walked out of the room together.

Walking past his boys, Dinah kept a straight face while he exchanged pleasantries with them.

Soon, they were outside in front of one of his expensive bikes.

One of his boys had just finished cleaning the shiny black vehicle, and it sparkled under the sunlight.

This bike just have cost thousands of dollars, Dinah thought to herself.

To think that Mikey was one very rich guy, but still yet she was not at all satisfied with him, Dinah began to wonder what it is she really wanted.

Fine, she felt something strong for Christian but still... she just had this insatiable urge within her to punish the bitch Sara and…

“Here…” Mikey said to her, cutting her out of her reverie and bringing her back to reality.

Handing her a metal helmet for her safety, Dinah hissed under her breather, before muttering her thanks and collecting the helmet.

She watched as he climbed the bike and started the ignition.

Safely putting on the helmet, Dinah climbed the back seat of the bike, and soon they both sped off to the festival.

It was showtime day!