HOW I LOST MY VIRGINITY AS A CHURCH GIRL: EPISODE 26

HOW I LOST MY VIRGINITY AS A CHURCH GIRL: Episode 20
HOW I LOST MY VIRGINITY AS A CHURCH GIRL: Episode 20

HOW I LOST MY VIRGINITY AS A CHURCH GIRL: EPISODE 26

EPISODE 26: THE LAST DOOR

The night air was thick with tension as I followed Chinwe down the dimly lit street. My heart was racing, my thoughts spiraling.

How did everything fall apart so fast?

My secret was out. My dignity was hanging by a thread. And now, even though I still had a place to stay, I felt homeless in my own life.

Chinwe led me back to our hostel. The place felt different now—like I didn’t belong anymore.

“You should rest,” she said, unlocking my room door.

I stepped inside, my body heavy with exhaustion. The walls were the same, my bed untouched, but everything felt foreign.

Chinwe sat on the only plastic chair, watching me carefully.

“Ada, I know you’re not okay.”

I swallowed. “I don’t even know how to feel anymore.”

She sighed. “People are wicked. Vanessa? She was never your friend. I warned you about her.”

I nodded, guilt pressing into my chest. If only I had listened earlier.

Silence stretched between us. Then, softly, she asked, “Have you spoken to your parents?”

The question hit me like a slap.

My parents.

I had ignored them for so long—dodged their calls, avoided their messages. I had been so deep in my own world, so lost in my desires, that I forgot the people who truly cared about me.

I reached for my phone with shaky hands.

No missed calls.

No messages.

It was like they had stopped trying.

And for some reason, that made my chest tighten with fear.

I dialed my mother’s number. It rang once. Twice. No answer.

I tried my father. Nothing.

“They’re not picking up,” I whispered.

Chinwe frowned. “That’s strange.”

I felt a lump form in my throat. Had they truly disowned me?

Before I could think too much, a knock sounded at the door.

My breath hitched.

Chinwe stood up cautiously. “Who is that?”

No answer.

She walked to the door and peered through the small hole.

Then she froze.

“Chinwe, who is it?” I whispered.

Slowly, she turned to me, her face pale.

“Adaeze,” she breathed. “It’s your father.”

My stomach dropped.

TO BE CONTINUED…


Now this makes sense

  • Adaeze goes back to her hostel (not her family house).
  • Her parents have been silent, which makes her feel abandoned

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