Rose POV
Dad drove me home in silence that evening. I wasn't willing to talk to him nor was he willing to talk to me. He had just kicked me out of the house as though it was one random decision that had no consequences. I know I should have found my feet by now, but it wasn't my fault. I just haven't had the time to get a job. I have been busy with my blog.
We arrived at our yard, and I alighted from the car, running into the house because I didn't want to set my eyes on him. Not like he cared. He basically ignored me, his mind made up. I don't have the time to describe how my house looks like, there is fire on the mountain. I reported to my mum once I got to the living room, expecting her to support me, only for her to shake her head in approval of my dad's actions.
I was shocked because she was the one person who I thought would understand how I felt. I thought she would stand by me. Well, I don't blame her anyways. If she supported me, chances are she will probably get kicked out as well. Broke mother and daughter roaming the streets of Benegota.
Nah, that headline ain't good.
My dad walked in, his aura lingering more than it should. That's what he always does; stand at the door, looking around as though a thief just broke in, and he glares at anyone his eyes can find as though we knew something about his problem.
I wasn't going to eat tonight. I can't stay and watch them treat me as though I'm some sort of trash that you can throw out at any given time. I have been blogging for the past 3 years with 5k followers on Facebook, don't my dad understand that these things take time? Yeah, I know I get a maximum of two likes per post, but it's part of growth. My family doesn't want to support me.
I ran to my room and sat down, looking round my pink coloured room. It had beautiful designs which seemed to be carefully selected by whoever made it. I folded my hands and laid my head on my laps, crying. This isn't how I expected my week to go.
Life hasn't been fair to me since high school. I was often bullied by girls in classes above mine. They would steal my snacks and force me to dance to prove to them that I wasn't angry. It was one of the worst parts of my life. I had complained to my parents, but they always covered it up as being "part of growth." Over time, I climbed the classes and became the new bully. I wasn't happy with my decision, but everyone will collect their part of the national cake. If you know, you know.
There was this particular day in school when they cornered me to get my snacks. They sat me down and asked after my night while munching on my goodies. It was a psychological torture. I told them I had a dream where I was flying. I actually did have a dream like that. At first, they laughed it off, claiming I was silly and all that.
By the next day, everyone in school started avoiding me. Even my best friend stayed nothing less than 6 meters away from me as though I was carrying a contagious disease. I tried to get them to tell me why they were snubbing me, but no one said a word.
I later got to find out while listening to some girls gossip. Because of my dream story, they were scared that I was a witch. Obviously one of the bullies' mothers had told her to stay away from me, because only possessed children fly at night. She didn't hesitate to spread the update round the school, which is the reason why people avoided me.
Excellent!
I smiled mischievously.
I used my newly found reputation to snatch not just their snacks, but also the snacks of other kids. Once I touch their snacks, they scream saying I have possessed it, and throw it at me. I was so happy. I'd go to school without a pen and return with five. Life was sweet. But I guess all actions have consequences.
During a fellowship meeting, one of the students reported that I was a witch and was terrorizing the entire school. With which powers do I want to use to terrorize? These students ehh. The fellowship teacher called me forward before the assembly, and before long, I was surrounded by 2 teachers with long fat canes (wooden sticks).
They asked me to confess. Confess what exactly? I am not a witch to begin with. They said I was a liar and began flogging the living daylight out of me. They kept shouting at me to confess while flogging me, and when I couldn't take it anymore, I had to accept that I was a witch.
They asked who I had initiated into my kingdom. A smile played across my lips because this was time for my revenge. I immediately pointed at the seniors who always bullied me, the guy that said my head resembled crayfish, the girl that refused to give me her eraser two years ago, and my so-called best friend that avoided me because of a rumor.
Oh, I didn't forget to point out the student that had the audacity to report me. They all protested and were in total shock. The teachers gathered them together and whipped the upcoming witches out of their bodies. They kept screaming, begging and crying that they weren't witches. I tried hard to suppress my laughter before they say my powers are beginning to manifest.
The students eventually had to confess to stop the beatings, and the teachers laid their hands on us. We were later warned never to engage in such acts again. The students hate me for that stunt till date.
I smiled, remembering the good old days. I haven't cried like this in a long time. The last time I cried was after my breakup with Henry, the love of my life. Obviously I had played the role of an understanding girlfriend all too well.
Henry was perfect. He was the kind of guy that you would just hold unto and never want to let go. He was every lady's dream, and I was the lucky girl he fell in love with, or so I thought. He would get me gifts, shower me with love and care. I felt I had found my future partner.
I met Henry during my college years, and we clicked. We were literally the talk of the class. But there was something about him. He did post my pictures on his status, but set it that I was the only one who saw it. I was angry, but as the understanding girlfriend that I was, I understood him.
Well, my eyes cleared on Valentine morning. I had decided to pay Henry a surprise visit at his lodge, carrying with me gifts for valentine. I had rehearsed all I wanted to say to him, how he was the best thing that ever happened to me.
I knocked on his door, and after a few minutes, he opened the door, sweat dripping from his face. I could see the visible shock on his face on seeing me, but I took no meaning to it. He asked what I came to do, his voice shaking. I was surprised that he didn't open the door to let me in.
Suddenly I heard a girl's voice, asking who was at the door. Standing before me was a very hot damsel, the kind that would make you fall with one wink. Henry was cheating on me with this hot girl.
"Who the hell is she?" She asked, her face darting from mine to his.
"She's…she's…she's my dry cleaner." He said, his voice cracking.
A dry cleaner, really?
What does he take me for?
Who does this lady think she is?
I couldn't take it anymore and dragged the hot girl out of the house. When we got outside, I threw the first punch. She beat me ehh, beat the upcoming boyfriend defender out of my body. Henry, on seeing how I was severely dealt with, rushed to help me. She beat him more than she beat me. I was shocked.
What kind of woman is this? Even my so-called boyfriend is having his ass kicked by a woman. I had no choice but to abandon my gifts and run for my life. See me that came for love, she has used punches to rearrange my teeth.
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I shook the thoughts out of my head, smiling to myself. It was painful back then, but now….i can't help but smile. These thoughts made me feel better. I got up from bed and made my way to the dining room so I could join my family.
They were shocked to see me, as they had expected I would lock myself till the next day. Well, I didn't care. Even if I had decided to go ahead with my plan, hunger will force me down to eat. I will deal with my dad's issue later. Let me focus on my food. It's someone who has eaten that has strength to quarrel.
DANIEL POV
I dragged myself back home, my body aching from the injuries I sustained during that encounter. I can't believe that a woman literally dealt with me. A whole me. A man of my caliber. Someone of my capacity.
Food? I didn't eat.
Beating? it was in surplus.
I went to find something to eat, and now this is what I end up with. My best bet for eating today is to meet…James. My body shivered at the thought of it. James would be sure to mock me to my face, and tell me how much of a disappointment I was to society.
If I hold myself due to pride, hunger has already made me aware of It's plan. It's ever presence in the dark corners of my room.
I need to lower myself and beg James for food, and probably medicine.
This is gonna be a long day
TBC….