We exchanged numbers before we parted ways that day. The next day, Dayo called me to hang out with him for lunch; we met at the spot where we first met. In the course of the lunch, he explained to me the type of people to avoid and the dos and don’ts of the university. We had known each other for 2 months before he started asking me out regularly, saying he fell in love with me at first sight; I wasn’t ready to date or be in a relationship with anyone at that moment but then the pressure he put on me was too much so I accepted. He was so caring and I was free with him, we couldn’t do without seeing each other or talking to each other, he was in love with me or so I thought. I was doing so well in class and that attracted a lot of people to me who wanted to be my friend, both male and female. Dayo started having problems with the people I walk and chat with; he found issues with virtually everything I did; like the cloths I wear, the way I talk or how I hug people; and that I hang out with guys too much. We argued almost every day but it didn’t take long before we settled.
Some months into our relationship, Dayo invited me to his place, I gladly accepted; and that was when my problems started. We were talking when my phone started ringing, I picked and it was a friend from my department; we had talked a few times and I had tutored him with few others; my number was given in class so it wasn’t a surprise as to how he got my number. He said he just wanted to check up on me and see how I was doing, he said something funny which I can’t remember because I felt a slap on my face and the phone which I held to my ear dropped on the ground and scattered. I turned to see Dayo’s angry eyes piercing me; before I could open my mouth to say something, I felt another slap on that same cheek and a strong hand pushing me to the bed. I was scared I was about to be raped or something; because i had heard about how girls are being raped. Anyway. I asked him what was wrong and he said …..
Continued in Part 3