Tuesday, 30 August 2011

The Girl in Purple Heels Part 3

This is the third part of the "Girl in Purple Heels". If you havent read the other two parts you can read Part 1 here and Part 2 before reading this one. Please feel free to give me your feedback on any aspect of the story, characters, plot, etc Like I said before last year people suggested/asked me to make it a full length story/book and I have some ideas about that but I'd like to know what you guys think as well.

And so the saga continues.....

The Girl in Purple Heels Part 3 

I sat up in my bed and put my head in my palms. I was sweating badly now and my heart was racing furiously. I wanted to see her so much but it would be going against everything I stood for.
And in that instant I decided.
"Look Lylah I don't know what you have on your mind but whatever it is, I'm not going to be a part of it. I have come too far to let a few minutes a pleasure pull me down. The bible clearly tells us how unmarried people should conduct themselves in matters like this. I firmly believe that sex should be reserved for marriage. I really like you but I can’t come over."
"The bible is outdated, this 2010 for crying out loud."
"Lylah this is a non negotiable issue for me."
"Suit yourself," she said, "Goodnight." And she hung up.
Gosh what was wrong with this woman? The dream girl that I had fallen for was turning out to be a different person whose values I wasn't particularly thrilled about. For a few minutes I couldn't think straight, I wondered whether to call her back and talk things over but something told me to leave it for now. I needed to speak to someone about my relationship, someone who could give me an objective view of things. I finally went to bed an hour later after resolving that first thing in the morning I would call my long lost friend... Isaac.

"You know what your problem is Solomon, you fall in love too quick and too deep," Isaac said as he furiously punched buttons on his PS3 console, "What you need to do at the start of the relationship is to take things slow." I had gone over to Isaac's place after work to get some friendly advice. As we sat there playing Street Fighter I couldn't help but realise how much I had missed hanging out with my boy, playing games and eating Dominoes pizza.
"So what are you saying man? Stop speaking in riddles like an old man," I replied as I thumped on his fighter with a double kick.
"K.O" the game announced as Isaac knocked me over in a ridiculous knock out.
"Yesssss!" he said grinning over his victory, "Hey I wouldn't be so cheeky if I were you after all you're getting first class counselling for free so don't complain. Now like I was saying man, you rushed into this without getting to know this girl and now you're beginning to see the real her and it sounds to me like it's not what you were looking for is it?"
"She's not exactly how I imagined her to be but get this she's not that bad infact..."
"No buts! Gosh you're more love sick than I thought. Look in a relationship the person is supposed to add to you, how has she done that over the last three months? She tried to seduce you and she doesn't stand for the things you do. You said so yourself so why are you still finding it hard to admit that she aint good for you and just let go."
"You wouldn't understand. It’s not that easy."
"Oh yeah try me?"
"It's complicated; let’s just focus on the game for now."
I knew he was right; Lylah was just as good to me as kryptonite was to Superman. What's a man in love to do?
As I turned back to the TV screen I could see Isaac shaking his head and I didn't blame him I was sinking faster than the Titanic...

I had not heard from Lylah since her midnight call two days before, so I decided to call her the following evening. She didn't pick up so I decided to go over to her place so that we could talk about everything. I didn't like the way things were going and if things didn't change I couldn’t go on like this. I was gonna lay it all out on the table and hear what she had to say.

As I rang the bell I wondered whether to start by saying sorry for brushing her off and not calling. But then again she was in the wrong so technically she should have called me, to apologise.
The door swung open to reveal a slim tall guy. 
"Is Lylah here?"
"Yeah and who are you?"
"I'm her boyfriend, and who are you?"
"I'm her ex, dude how come I'm the one in the house and you're the one standing outside the door. This is some twisted role reversal huh?" he asked with a wry smile.
I disliked his type, the ones who thought they were wise cracks.
"If you're her ex, what are you doing here?"
 "Hey brother, what’s a man to do? Your girlfriend called me in the middle of the night asking me to come over."
"I think you should leave. Lylah and I need to talk."
“Anything you wanna say to her, you can say to me.”
"Jay, who is it?" Lylah called out from the kitchen.
"It's your so called man."
Lylah was out of the kitchen faster than a rocket.
"Solomon, what are you doing here?"
"Lylah what’s going on? Who's this guy?"
"Solomon it's not what you think...Jay doesn't mean anything to me. He's just my ex."
"Oh so now I'm just your ex huh? So is he the father then?"
"What is he talking about?" I asked turning from Jay to Lylah.
Lylah was quite for a few seconds which to me felt like eternity.
"Lylah, I said what the heck is going on?"
"I'm pregnant." It came out almost like a whisper. For a moment I wasn't sure if I had imagined it.
"What? How?" I asked feeling tiny sweat beads developing on my brow. 
And then it dawned on me. The jigsaw pieces began to come together. The whole time she had probably been seeing her ex behind my back. I felt my knees beginning to give in and I staggered to a nearby chair. The room seemed to be spinning frantically and I felt like the air had been sucked out of my lungs. Surely this couldn’t be happening to me.
“Solomon I’m sorry. Please say something...”
 I didn’t know what to say. I could now feel that thin line between love and hate that people often talked about. I wanted to grab her and shake her so hard until she begged for mercy. I wanted to cause her intense pain like she had done to me but I restrained myself. She wasn’t worth all that trouble.
I only had one more question to ask and then that would be it.

"Lylah did your gran die last week?"
Jay who had been listening to our exchange with interest began laughing.
"Delylah...you killed your grandmother again. You're pathetic. Dude she goes around pulling that lie every time she needs some sympathy. This girl's gran died six years ago."
I stared at them both in disbelief. It had all been a lie.
"...and is your name really Delylah?"
"Yeah that’s my full name," she said quietly.
A part of me wanted to lash out at her and tell her exactly what I thought of her but as I looked at her I felt sorry for her. She was so lost and she didn't even seem to realise it.
I looked at her for a few seconds, puzzled that the beauty that I had once seen seemed to have somehow diminished. She had no substance- it was like looking into an empty glass case, there was nothing there.
“Solomon I can explain...”she began to say but I didn’t want to hear it.
"Lylah, or should I say Delylah.... spare me the soap drama. I guess it goes without saying that it’s over between us, I hope someday you'll find real love in Jesus because He's the one man who can help you transform your life and enable you to love someone else sincerely."
And with those words I walked away from my Girl in Purple Heels.

The End.

© 2010 Gospel Girl


  1. Uhhmm, glad the guy got his senses back.
    There's a contrast though, she seemed so wicked in the second part, while she seems so pitiful here.
    My own opinion is that Christian ladies are the ones that fall prey to unbelievers more. As for Christian men, most times, they stick with Christian ladies and don't even make excuses for the unbelieving ones, once they start seeing the signs

  2. Hhahaha! Thank God he dint come that night o, who knows how she would have made up some story and say solomon got her preggers? ha! And that her Ex seems to understand her "ways" very well o, he seemed so relaxed about the mess of Lylah. LoL
    Well again, I guess that is why you need to know someone as per "values", and "faith" before getting in a relationship whether u hope to marry or not, it is just easier to keep up like that.

  3. That was a narrow escape. He could have been roped into something he knew nothing about if he hadnt stood by his faith. Interesting story...

  4. wow, if he had given in to temptation it would have been another story. Thank God he kept his cool and didn't. That was a good ending and teaches a lot to young people...

  5. I definitely think you should make it a complete story, you already have quite a lot here and it is very good too.

  6. ohhhhhh, me love the story. Loads of lessons to be learnt and I'm glad he didn't succumb to the temptation, he for hear am when she says he got her preggers. you should really make it into a book.


  7. Thanks for reading and thanks for your comments guys.

  8. Interesting read...
    I think more women fall prey to this than the men(just as Atilola mentioned)

  9. What a great story; the bible says we should not be unequally yoked with unbelievers; there are no grey lines with that scripture. It is either you totally obey God or you don't. It is a great story though. Many Christians are always looking to be happy outside the will of God:)

  10. I guess she wasnt as saved as she claimed to be afterall, good eye opener for Solomon too, that sure was a narrow escape cos he just might have been named the father of the child even when he wasn't.

    I loved the flow, although it was long, u kept me interested in it till the end :)

  11. "...but as I looked at her I felt sorry for her."

  12. Happy moments, praise God.
    Difficult moments, seek God.
    Every moment, thank God.

  13. Bro. Solo(mon) was looking for Miss Beaureeful. Well thank God he did not get trapped. You killed two birds with one stone in this story. Thumbs up.

  14. wonderful blog! this story is awesome!! God bless you


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