Dirty Diana Season 2 Episode 11

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Previously On Dirty Diana….

“So how do you like it so far?”

“Fine, I guess.

“Diana, is that you?”

“Yes,”

“You look good,”

“Thanks… I guess,”

“Come play with us,” Rachel said, beginning to drag her and me off to who knows where.

“What are we playing?”

“Seven minutes in heaven,”

“Diana?”

“It’s me. Jason.”

“Jason? Is it really?”

I knew it, he didn’t like me. I mean how could he? Obviously this whole thing was another sick joke. I bet Rachel, Kojo, and everybody at this entire party was in on it.

Disgusted, tired, and embarrassed I finally couldn’t stand their ridicule anymore. So I ran. In the background I could hear Diva’s voice yelling at me to stop, but I didn’t listen. I just kept going, crying the entire way home.

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S02E11

Diana’s POV~

About 30 dreadful minutes later, I had finally arrived in my neighborhood. Unfortunately I couldn’t just run straight into my house though my driver had to drive through the gate first and have the guard buzz me in.

When he saw me, his face became sympathetic, but I was grateful that he hadn’t asked any questions. I probably looked like a mess, and I didn’t feel like talking about why.

Normally I love my big house, but after having to walk up the long path to the front door while just wanting to be asleep, I was starting to hate it.

As quietly as I could I pulled my house keys out of my purse to open the door. I really didn’t want to run in to anyone because then I’d have to explain.

When the door finally opened I tried to tiptoe as quickly as I could up the stairs, but as soon as I took one step, the lights flicked on. I mentally freaked out and tried as hard as I could to wipe my cheeks dry. At least I knew that my brother was at school right now, because he wouldn’t be too happy if he saw his little sister crying.

Taking a deep, steady breath I began walking up the stairs again, hoping that whoever was there would just let me go. No such luck.

“Sweetie, what are you doing?” I cringed as I heard my mom’s voice. Of course it was her and it seemed like she was going to be a little inquisitive tonight, based on her tone… lovely. Maybe if I didn’t let her see my face she wouldn’t suspect anything.

“Nothing. Just got back from a party. So, you know, I’m kind of tired,” I hinted, trying not to sound as upset as I felt.

“Oh really, did you have fun?” she asked. I began to hear her footsteps coming closer to me and I fidgeted.

“Um, yeah it was great,” I nervously lied.

“Sweetie, turn around. I want to look at you when we talk,” my mother said, placing her hand on my shoulder.

“I… rather not,” I said before mentally hitting myself. Yeah, that wasn’t going to make her suspicious…

“Why not?

“Because, um…” I tried to think of a quick excuse. “I… just want to go to bed, I’m really tired. We can talk in the morning.” Or not. Preferably.

“Well, alright then, I’ll go up with you.”

“Wait!” I said with my voice going high. “I mean, it’s okay. I don’t need you to come with me, you’re probably busy.”

“Actually, no. I’m not. Why are you so jumpy tonight?” she asked, concern etched in her tone.

“I’m not!”

“Yes, you are,” my mother said, placing both her hands on my shoulder, turning me around.

Here come the millions of questions…

“Honey! Why were you crying?” she asked her hands covering her mouth in shock.

“Mom, look it’s nothing. Can I please just go to bed?” I begged, hoping she would let me off the hook.

“No. My baby was crying, and I want to know why,” she insisted, not giving up.

“Alright, I’ll tell you, but can we please go to the living room?” I pleaded.

“Okay, sweetheart,” she said, grabbing my hand with a squeeze and leading me down the hall.

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Mr Lecturer

my mum will also be coming over on Sunday. She’s very concerned about my health and wants to take me along when going back on Tuesday. But i told her that i will first discuss the issue with you” she added seriously while i shrugged.

“yea you can go with her. She’s your mum. Anything that will make you get me a child is acceptable” i answered with a smile, even though my mind was still on how to tackle her friend who was probably visiting on Sunday to snitch on me.

“why are you talking like this?. It’s not as if i’m carelessly losing my pregnancy” i instantly heard her sob painfully, gaining my full attention with the appalling words that came out from her mouth.

“my love what did i say wrongly?” i asked with concern, holding her softly.

“no it doesn’t matter. Don’t mind me” she replied and quickly cleaned her wet eyes like a spoilt child, i breathed deeply and swallowed hard.

“dearest i’m so sorry, maybe you misinterpreted my words or something. I’m not blaming you for losing anything. Your mum wants the best for you so does everyone. Moreover She’s very experienced in child bearing issues and i have to agree that going with her will go a long way to help us.

Fine if you want, I’ll also pack my things and go with you” i added a bit seriously. She smiled and hugged me.

“i always get very emotional and upset when such topic is brought up. I’m so sorry” she apologized softly while i gently caressed her back.

Of course she was very right. I couldn’t help but notice how fragile and emotional she had suddenly become. She easily read negative meaning in harmless words, which invariably had me thinking twice before making a single sentence in her presence.

Seriously being married and staying married are two distance relatives…

“i have to go to the room now. I can’t afford have a burnt meal” i joked, kissed her forehead and headed to my room to think more on my situation with Stella and Comfort

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The living room was pretty much white, with a huge TV hanging on the wall, four long black couches, a mini bar to the side for my dad, and beautiful plants from around the world placed everywhere.

I plopped, exhausted, onto one of the couches, and my mom sat down next to me. She wiped my smeared make up away, and softly asked, “What happened?”

“ Diva and I went to a party and the kids made fun of me again.” She let out a sympathetic noise and swept some of my hair behind my ear.

“What did they do this time?” she asked.

“A prank,” I said shortly as I remembered what had transpired.

“Sweetie, what did they do?” she gently prodded, knowing that I needed to let everything out.

“Well, you know that I have a crush on Jason, right?” I asked. My mom nodded her head, and I continued. “Well, Kojo, the jock that has always hated me, decided to play a little… game.

By the end of it everyone at the party knew that I had a crush on him, and Jason… he didn’t do anything. Everybody was laughing at me, and he just stood there. I couldn’t take it anymore so I ran.”

I took a deep breath as tears started to form in my eyes again while the memory kept replaying in my head. Why didn’t he say anything?

“Oh, sweetie. It’s okay, I’m right here,” my mom said, pulling me into a tight hug and rubbing soothing circles into my back. After a few minutes of crying, I finally calmed down enough to talk.

“Mom, I don’t want to go back to that school anymore,” I said, making up my mind.

“What do you mean?” she asked, sounding alarmed.

“Well, not right now I mean. Could I have a home tutor or something, just until form 3? Please?” I asked, begging her with my puppy dog eyes.

One thing I know about my mom is that she is a big softy when it comes to my puppy dog eyes.

“…Fine.” As I started to thank her she held up a hand to quiet me. “But just until form 3. Then you have to go back, do you understand?” I nodded my assent and began to smile.

“Thanks, Mom,” I said, gratefully hugging her.

“You’re welcome, but why are you dropping out until form 3?” she questioned.

“I’ve decided that I want to change myself,” I said.

“Why do you want to do that?”

“I’m sick and tired of those popular people always making fun of me because I’m fat. So I want to change,” I said seriously. She paused for a moment, considering it, before slowly nodding.

“I think it’s a good idea. You do need to be a little healthier and I don’t want to see my baby coming home crying anymore.”

“Thanks!” I said smiling.

“Well, I’ll make some calls, to get you transferred out of your school, and to bring in a home tutor,” she said, patting my knee as she got up.

“Don’t forget a personal trainer!” I called after her

“I won’t!”

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Mr Lecturer

I finally had no choice than to cancel the Minister’s wedding Anniversary i was invited to, because it was holding on the same Sunday my wife’s friend was coming over with her family.

Yeah after much thinking, i decided not to confront the woman nor try to put any more silly ideas into her head by trying to talk to her. I easily could come up with a harmless lie if she as much as breathed her discovery to my wife. Nevertheless i knew a very nervous Sunday awaited me….

Saturday slowly approached without much eventful moments. We simply had a quiet day preparing for our guests ahead of Sunday, and later in the night, i had one of the best sex ever.

We took time to devour each other as if we were having a second honeymoon. I pounded my lovely wife with all my strength, sucked her bosoms until my mouth dried up and kissed her all over like a darling queen she was.

We really were aiming to score another goal that night and i really enjoyed every moment of it especially when she gave me a special treat of serving me with a reverse cowboy position.

I was taken to high heavens as she rode me to hell while i grabbed her sumptuous ass and nodded like Lizard as she jumped up and down on me.
“oh my love i badly need a child” she breathed.

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I got up, and began walking to my room (in a bit of a better mood than before), when I heard quick footsteps coming up from behind me. Before I could turn around I was attacked with a fierce hug. I turned around and spotted my best friend clinging to me for dear life.

“Dee! Are you okay? I’m so sorry, about everything! I tried to stop them, I promise. I really did!” she babbled apologetically.

“It’s okay, I know you had nothing to do with it, so don’t worry… I’ve decided that I’m not coming back to that school anymore, though… well, until form 3 at least,” I replied.

“Wait, what?” she asked, surprised. I sighed and ran a hand through my hair, feeling exhausted.

“How about you just sleep over tonight? I can tell you the rest later.”

“Okay I will. And I’m glad that you’re not mad at me,” she said smiling in relief.

“Why would I be mad at you?” I asked, confusion lacing my tone.

“I thought that you would be mad at me because I was the one who made you go to the party. If it wasn’t for me then -” I quickly cut her off before she could say anything more ridiculous.

“No, I’m not mad at you! How could I be? You’re the only friend I’ve ever had, and you’ve never cared about my weight or anything,” I said sincerely, trying to show her how much it meant to me.

“Oh, Dee! You’re the best friend that I’ve ever had, and don’t worry! If you want to get back at Kojo and Rachel, I’ll help you however you want and i have a good plan too”

“Don’t worry, I’ve got it covered,” I said, smiling as I thought over my awesome plan.

“Great! I can’t wait to hear it,” she said joyfully.

We were about to head up to my room, when footsteps sounded once more down the hall. Diva and I looked at each other in confusion and then looked up to see a figure standing in the door frame.

“Kwesi?” Diva and I asked in shocked unison. Why was my brother home? And why did he look so angry?

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