^8. Put me down...NOW^

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"Simi, you don't need to blame yourself, your gonna make me cry too" my heart starts burning by the way she cries harder. Suddenly, my eyes starts watering recalling what happened 30 minutes ago. Everything was all his fault. His stupid self, aroma, handsomeness, personality, his voice, his presence... Everything about him just..just seems to confuse me.

I hate seeing the people I love in pain, and I can't stand being tortured my somebody for what you did. Who the hell does he think he is.

Everything just seems so confusing from the day Chinedu said 'so your the girl' to this moment.

'I'M SO CONFUSED'

Did I say that out loud..shit

"Jolomi, please leave us alone first. We will get back to you" Nnena scratches her all-back hairstyle and walks over to sit on the chair facing me and Simi.

Jolomi nods and walks out the room leaving us in a cold silence with sobs coming from our mouths.

"Oya...start talking"

*End of Flashback*

Yes! We told her everything. She didn't even react the way I expected her to. She just laughed and left. I was so confused why she didn't say anything, she's meant to atleast give us some advice on what to do knowing that we even got serious injuries from it. Ah Jehovah....

We got treated but me, my ankle is still dislocated but I will resume school on Monday Sha.

I don't want to go but I just have to. I don't want to spoil my high school attendance. Nuh uh..

Dad knows about my injury but he doesn't know HOW I got the injury.

I only told him that I missed my step and twisted my ankle. I guess he bought the lie, thats should be my second time lying to dad. The first was when I was 9, a year after mum died. I stole money from his wallet because I needed it to buy a Barbie sharpener. He na asked me who took 100 naira from his wallet and I said he must have left it somewhere. But I still got my sharpener, although I felt guilty but I really wanted the sharpener so that I could boast for my class girls.

They always boasted about their mum buying them the latest Barbie items like Barbie dolls, beds, pillows, bedsheets..etc. I was really jealous about them having a mother and that made me hide in the girls toilet and burst out in tears. If only they knew....

So that's why I stole money to buy a Barbie sharpener because no one had it.

Now that I'm recalling those memories I feel really stupid. Those years...

And now, I'm lying to dad about this stupid ankle problem. Going to school tomorrow is going to be the hardest thing to do because I hate attention.

People might look at me and be like 'look, that's the girl that broke her ankle, how'd she come to school in that state'.

Fuck y'all.

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Nnena escorted us to school because she knew I could not walk yenrovwo to his class so she helped.

I'm shy.

I don't want people so see that I'm using clutches well, only one Sha.

This is so embarrassing. Simi where are you? Come to my car and we'll figure out something...come

"Small Madam, you no go comot make you go your class(are you not going to get down from the car to go to your class)" Mr tunde snaps me out of my thoughts and I shake in the process.

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