During my university days, I had a best friend. We did everything together. In fact, we were like sisters. I come from a rich home, and I’m the only child of my parents. My parents knew about her and loved her like they loved me. Before school vacation, my father did his best to get her a good place for her internship, just as he did for me. My best friend was not from a wealthy home like I was, but I took her as my blood sister. Whatever I ate and wore, I shared with her to make her comfortable......Read The Full Article>>.....Read The Full Article>>
When we got to our final year, my dad bought a car for me when I moved from second class upper to first class. I was excited to bring a car to campus for the first time. During weekends, I would drive to a park with my best friend and teach her how to drive. Within a month, she became a very good driver.
Anytime she wanted to go out, I handed over my car keys to her and gave her money to fuel the car if needed. My best friend never lacked anything. I went on trips with her, visited beautiful places with her, and paid her hostel and academic fees because I deeply loved her.
One day, I needed the car to go out, but my best friend said she also wanted to go out with the car. Without hesitation, I handed over the car keys to her and picked an Uber. Miss Beatrice, all this while, could you imagine she was telling our mates on campus that the car was hers and not mine, and that I was pretending to be rich? One day, when I took the car out, someone shouted, “La-borrow! Upon all your father’s wealth, he can’t buy you a car?” I felt so embarrassed and couldn’t confront her, so I told my mum about it. She advised me to cut her off because it was pure envy. My mum came to the school to give her a stern warning after what she did to me.
One time in school, my dad called me, saying I had become a very bad girl after he bought a car for me. He said I wouldn’t study and every weekend I would go out with different guys in my car. I was surprised when my dad said all that. I wondered who told him all these lies.
Honestly, my best friend’s name didn’t come to mind. My dad’s driver came to campus for the car, and that ended my driving days on campus. When the semester was about to end, my best friend’s boyfriend visited me, spilling the tea like never before. He told me that whatever had happened was the fault of my best friend. She never loved me but envied me. She told my dad all those lies about me, and I was shocked. I cried bitterly like a child. Not knowing, she had exchanged contacts with my dad during her internship days. Her boyfriend further showed me screenshots of chats she had with my dad and screenshots of her friend willing to introduce her to a fetish priest to destroy my parents’ marriage because my mum came to campus to warn her.
What did I do to deserve this? This is pure witchcraft! A nobody like her that came from a poor home! From that day, my mum has been my only best friend till date. This should be an advice to you all, ladies. Let’s be careful about who we call best friends. Some best friends are super evil.
