The Unjust Misrepresentation of Tara Episode 6

Written by Obi Difu @Obiokoroa4

Tale 6: HE WHO DREW FIRST BLOOD

Tara sat in the dark cold room which smelt of cigarettes; sheets which had the stench of sweat and strangely enough, fried plantains.

This was going to be imprinted in her head forever; she didn't like her "second first" to be this way. She wanted her "second first" to be like she saw in the movies.

She wanted the spark, the spontaneous unplanned passion which she watched in the movies. She wanted the uncontrollable urge not to want to stop. She wanted a place which smelt like summer morning in Paris or at least somewhere with scented air and clean sheets.

The heavy breathing and the constant touching by Harry didn't make it any easier, neither did recalling that she wasn't ready help either that she was forced into it by Harry.

This was someone she was sure she was in love with. Why couldn't he be different? Why couldn't he be like the novels she read or the movies she watched? This wasn't her happy ending. Tara felt betrayed; everyone lied! She wanted her day back. She wanted her thought of Harry back.

Let's go back a few weeks

It all began with when she returned to school. Harry was actually a gentleman; he called her, spent most of the day with her, sent her text messages during lectures. He even made her feel she was more important; even his educational growth. She ignored most of the text at first because they all started with the word "girlfriend" which made her stomach have butterflies tying in knots with excitement. Tara knew he was a distraction she couldn't afford.

Their first date was at the popular restaurant in school. They were lots of people there, Eka inclusive. He had kissed her in front of everyone and though it was more of a cliché and made her uncomfortable. She felt special and felt envied by every girl in the restaurant; she was queen at that moment. She never wanted it to go away.

Harry invited her over to his house one afternoon when they were lucky to have a lecture free day. She was excited and couldn't sleep all night. She woke up early though she wasn't one used to dressing-up. She wore what she considered her most fashionable outfit: a tight denim pair of trousers -which took her what seemed like forever to get into and a blouse Eka had bullied her into buying when they were still friends. It was transparent behind and she felt it was sexy enough to show her skin but not too suggestive to say she was ready for sex.

Tara was a bit discouraged at first when she arrived Harry's. He lived in a three bedroom flat with two other guys occupying the other two rooms, which wasn't discouraging but the mere fact that she recognized one of the guys in the flat as a rumored rapist. She was worried that this company could ruin "her Harry". Harry was quick to dismiss knowing them personally; passing them off more as acquaintances than as friends or flat mates.

In the room there was food gotten from a fast food restaurant including juice and a bottle of dry gin. Tara felt a mixture of affection and repulsion. For though it was thoughtful for him to have realized that she might be hungry and gotten her food, the thought that he would be into drinking gave her repulsion toward him.

It wasn't that Tara was an angel; it was more because the first time she was ever touched by a man, it was her Uncle's brother-in-law. He seemed to have bathed in alcohol; worse it was this same brand which Harry had in his room.

Most of the early part of the date was spent in silence. Slow rap music in the background, which Tara hoped she could change to Celine Dion or Mariah Carey. Like Harry read her mind, he put a compact disc which had love songs many of which Tara loved. He listened to her when they spoke; Tara felt blessed.

After eating, he made a move to kiss Tara. Her mind told her she was going to move away in time for him not to kiss her, but her body disobeyed that thought. Her body gravitated toward him like he was a bright light and she was an insect hypnotized to be drawn to it.

The kiss felt electrifying; Harry dragged Tara closer to him. She could feel parts of him were firm and they poked at her in an uncomfortable manner. But before she could get her head back to the point where she should complain, she was on her back and he was on her. His lips ran down to her neck, just as his hands traveled with nervous shimmers upward from her waist through to her stomach. Just as he was about to get to her breasts, she couldn't explain but she suddenly saw a flash of her cousin giggling. It was a huge turn off. Tara got her senses back in an instant and she held his hands from going any further.

Tara could see the disappointment in Harry's face; even she tried to kiss him to apologize and he stopped her. She felt like he was slipping away, but she felt she needed to keep her stance. After a while of silence, Harry starts again. They go on kissing for a while and before she knew what was going on his hands were on her breast. She gets a flash of her past in the hands of her uncle's brother in law and she pushed him off like he was a nightmare.

The frustration grew on Harry's face. This was not going to end without an explanation why she behaved that way. Tara wasn't ready to tell anyone else this story after Eka's betrayal neither was she willing to go further. This was definitely not going her way.

To be continued…