Creating The Real Us

Chapter 30- Oh save us from evil

"I'm fine bro. Why are you always formal anytime we're at your house?" Chuks answered

"Maybe cause this house is my nightmare" I chuckled

"Let us help y...." Leo offered but I interrupted him

"I can sort it out. Don't worry"

"She's going to kill you one day if you don't act fast guy" Chuks whispered

"I'll try my best not to die. At least not in her hands," I gritted my teeth as I talked

Clicking of heels were heard and that gave us a signal that the witch was home

"Oh my, Jason you have guests." Her screeching voice said

"Yes"

"That's good. It's nice to meet you. I'm Foluke" She said stretching her hand to them

"Same here. I'm Leo" He shook her hand

"I'm Matthew" Chuks said, shaking her hand.

"Okay then. It was a pleasure meeting you but I'm exhausted and have to rest. See you some other time" She concluded and left.

"Dude why did you lie" I asked immediately she was out of sight

"About what?"

"Stop acting oblivious. Why did you lie about your name" I scolded

"I just didn't feel like telling her. She gives me the creeps" Chuks said.

I pinched the bridge of my nose and let out a breath.

But Chuks wasn't wrong though.

She really gives the creeps

Foluke Bliss

Daughter of the famous furniture business owner in the country and abroad.

The first divorcee in the history of her family.

Cocky and greedy.

She's been in jail 10 years ago while in her 30's .

Charged with the crime of illegal business and transactions, fraud and forgery legal documents.

She also lost custody of her daughter who is about my age.

She's my mother's sister but Aunt Foluke is considered the black sheep of the family.

Yes she's my aunt.

And even after all she has done, my Mum still believes she has changed.

That why I'm living with her right now while my entire family are in another country.

I've tried all I could to leave her house but it's all fruitless.

I even told my Mum of what Foluke does to me but instead of my Mum showing concern, she slapped me and sided with my aunt.

The rapist.

My Dad believed me but gave me an ultimatum to get evidence against her.

I've tried all I could;

I installed cameras, voice recorded, got witnesses and everything but anytime I was ready to show it to my Dad so we could throw her in jail, everything always seems to backfire.

My Dad realized this too.

He believed my bruises were not from fight nor falls.

But my Mum is still siding with my aunt. She believes the lies my aunt says over the truth that her son and husband tells her.