Dina twisted her full hair and watched as a few drops of water dripped down her hand and to the floor. It had finally stopped pouring. Unfortunately, the drizzling had refused to end. She looked down at her white shirt and grey jeans. Her shirt had become transparent and she could clearly see the pink lacy bra which she had pot on after her afternoon shower. She had dressed carefully before leaving her house. Her shirt had been crisply ironed and her jeans hugged her trim thighs like a second skin. Her black heeled sandals had compensated for the height that she greatlyy lacked. Her two brothers were both nearly Sox feet, but she had been sentenced to the 5'4 category for life. She hated it, but she had bigger problems at the moment. Her shirt was ruined and the contents of her bag lay on the wet floor as she scrambled through it for Jack's spare keys. Her keys actually. Jack had asked her to move in with him last week and she had said yes. Still, she could not get herself to do it. Her mother had trained her to be independent until she no longer had to be. Until she bore a different last name. For now she still bore the name that always made her proud. Igwe. Dina Igwe. She could almost taste the name in her mouth.
Finally, she felt the bunch of keys in her hand and pulled it out slowly. The rain had gotten heavier, but the damage on her clothes had already been done. Dina's bra was still staring at her and her right heel was threatening to give way. She wobbled to the door after a quick glance at the window and unlocked it. Dumping her handbag on a stool near the door, she walked towards the guest room at the left corner. Jack her called it hers last week and she had put a a few clothes in it just to please him.
She opened the door of the guest room and walked briskly to the wardrobe for a change of clothes. Jack was still at work and she expected to have the house to herself until he got back. She peeled the wet clothes off her skin and dumped them in a pile by her foot. A smile appeared on her lips as she stared at her clothes.
Jack would have probably loved to see me in these wet clothes she thought.
She threw on an oversize shirt and pair of shorts and turned towards the bed. She truly wished she hadn't. She should have remained in her flat. She should have spent the afternoon cooking beans as she had previously planned. But there she was staring at the most gruesome scene she had ever seen. Jack laid in 'her' bed wearing absolutely nothing with his legs spread apart like a prostitute waiting to be taken. His eyes were shut and his arm was twisted abnormally towards the other occupant of the bed. She was a plump petite beauty whose skin seemed to glow. Her backside sat in between Jack's legs and her chest covered most of his own. They were both so still that one would think they were dead. Dina silently wished that they were.!