5 Fight

Dear diary,

The beach was a disaster!. Well for the first few hours it wasn't.

After taking everything we were going to need this morning, we got into one of Mr Thomas's cars with John, Goldie, Roland and Janet.

John was driving while he and Roland were next to each other.

Thankfully, Janet was in between Goldie and I if not, I would have just ripped her face off.

I was getting quite fed up with her glares everytime, I didn't do anything wrong so did she act so hostile towards me?

I accidentally touched her when we were getting into the car and she practically slapped my hand away.

She should be thankful we weren't in the village, I would have beaten her ass all over the country.

Ok, so we made it to the beach and seeing everyone running around made me forget about my bad mood completely.

John asked me to get into the water with him but I quickly refused but, I couldn't bring myself to tell him that I was afraid of water and couldn't swim.

Because of my horrible attitude years ago, I angered a girl from the village who tried to drown me in one of the rivers

Since then I couldn't even step into a bathtub as i would feel suffocated almost immediately.

I declined politely and went ahead to sit where no one would notice me.

I was busy watching everyone else having fun with a smile on my face that I didn't notice when Roland took a seat next to me.

"You have a beautiful smile" I heard him say, I jumped slightly and he apologized while laughing.

"T...Thank you" I stuttered, looking into his eyes, I didn't see what I always saw in other men's eyes once they gave me a compliment. There was lust in his eyes, just friendliness.

I smiled at him before turning my head, I knew if I continued staring at him, some witch might come out of no where and say I'm stealing her boyfriend.

But my turning away didn't help as he kept trying to start a conversation. I kept brushing it off and it seemed he noticed

"Why do i feel like you don't like me very much?" He asked, I could hear the disappointment in his voice. I didn't want him to feel that way.

I quickly denied it and told him that I liked his company. He gave me that beautiful smile again and at that moment I just wanted to take a picture of his lips and lock it up in my room.

Just when I was about to say something else, that was when we heard Goldie's scream.

Looking in her direction, I couldn't help but groan in frustration.

"These Lagos boys sometimes eh..." I muttered under my breath. I turned to look at Roland, he looked extremely angry but who wouldn't be angry watching a bunch of foreign guys harassing your girlfriend?

"Let me handle it" I assured him because I knew if he went there and said something stupid, they might just attack him.

I had just gone there to help my thing oh, before I knew it one of the idiots slapped me across the face saying I was interrupting.

That was when I realized, these were hooligans, there was no way you could talk any sense into their head. They saw a white girl and they decided that she was their target for the day.

.....So, I don't clearly remember what happened except for the three guys ending up with bloodied faces from my punches.

I guess they thought I was as delicate as I looked....and of course Goldie,Roland and John were the only ones who saw me get hit on the face.

Mr Thomas got really angry with me and slapped me twice.

I could only grit my teeth and stay quiet. Despite all of John's and Roland's explanations, Mr Thomas refused to listen and told that as usual I have embarrassed him. He said something that made me cry today.

"I'm not even sure if you're really related to any of us!" he yelled angrily. An filled tear rolled down my swollen cheek after i heard his words.

My mother was about to hug me but I pushed her away.

My face burned with embarrassment as I felt everyone staring at me.

I smiled at my mother while telling her that I was okay.

John drove us back home, the car was extremely quiet as no one said a word except for Goldie who was still busy talking about how traumatized she was by the incident today.

The moment we reached the house, I didn't waste any time as I went into my room, opened my closet and began packing all of my clothes and folding them into my bag.

My grand mother told me that when I couldn't take it anymore, I should come back to her and she would take care of me, she would give me all the love I deserved. I knew what I was doing was wrong because that was how my father was naturally but I was hurt, loved him but I hated him as well, I couldn't stand his strictness towards me anymore.

Hot tears rolled down my cheek as I packed my things.

Then John knocked on my door, when I opened it, I could see the surprised look on his face because this was probably the first time I had cried in front of him.

He used his fingers to wipe my tears and pulled me into his embrace. I couldn't stop myself anymore as I sobbed while hugging him.

He patted my back softly and waited for me to feel better before speaking.

"I will go talk to him, you don't have to go anywhere...." he said softly, my brother always made me feel better. I believed him and trusted him at that moment, I felt that everything would be ok.

He told me to take a shower and rest before he left.

After doing what he asked, I feel quite better now.

But one thing is for sure, I'm not leaving this room today.

~I feel like I'm in a desert, uncomfortable and lost.....no worries, my tears made a river...