Chapter Four : T for Trauma, B for Bitch

Kinfe's Diary~

September 25th, 2017.

Dearest Diary,

All our lives,

he has done nothing but fail and disappoint us.

So now-

now that he claims he wants to be 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 for us,

he wants to take care of us,

Why?-

Why should we trust him now?

After everything?

After the pain. The trauma. After all we've lost because of him.... why should he be given a second chance? .

Should we give him a second chance?.

I know of course that you can't speak to me but please send us a sign?

Send me a sign.

Cos, I don't know what to do anymore.

Everything just feels so messed up. So scattered.... So tiring.

Send a sign.

xoxo,

Kinfe.

彡◈𝑨 𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌◈彡

Maria threw her head back and groaned,as yet another Keke napep zoomed past us without even replying to our calls.

We were stuck on the roadside of Ojodu Berger for almost an hour, trying to call a keke. But they all drove past us, completely ignoring us.

The sun had resigned long ago,and the skies were slowly turning dark. My watch said 7:35pm and our street gate closed by 8.

We'll never make it there on time at this rate.

"I think we should just go back to the hospital." I suggested, twisting my neck to my right, where Maria stood with her hands on her waist and distress on her face.

"We'll call dad and explain why we can't make it to the house today." Maria hummed in agreement and started walking away, towards the street leading to the hospital.

"It's like God doesn't want us to go home today. He knows we don't want to be away from Mommy,so he's stopping the Kekes' from answering us." Maria joked,a playful grin replacing her distressed face. We both bursted into fits of laughter.

It didn't take much time to reach solid rock hospital. Some patients were still waiting in the reception for their doctors to call them in. Maria and I took a left and headed upstairs,to the admin rooms.

Maria was telling me about the time August got bitch slapped by one of his 'girlfriends' after finding out there was two of them in his life.

Just like every other time Maria was gisting me about August and his trouble girlfriends. I was amused and in a giggling mess.

"Wait. What's happening?." Maria's voice turned sober. I watched as nurses rushed about grabbing stuffs and heading towards the same room.

Mom's room.

Maria and I shared a look,then we were sprinting towards mom's room to check what was going on.

There was about 8 nurses in the room,and a doctor in the middle, holding an oxygen mask to my mother.

"What is going on?." My voice was shaky and smaller, tears welling up in my eyes as I watched my mom's chest rise and fall,the doctor pressing random buttons on the heart monitor which was making loud beeping noises,and a nurse bringing out two paddle like devices, with wires connected to them.

The doctor rubbed the devices together then pressed it on my mother's chest area. Mom's chest rose,then fell; then rose,then fell,then rose- and it went like that four more times until the doctor abruptly stopped.

"No!"

The beeping noise increased,faster this time. Maria was screaming , as tears rolled down my cheeks.

That day marked the most traumatic day of my life. Of our lives.

Because nothing was worse,

Than watching your mother breathe her last breath.

Nothing was more worse,than watching your mother pass away, right in front of your own eyes.

The doctor's face fell,the nurses sighed dejectedly,Maria screamed and I fell on the floor, crying my eyes out.

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The Present.

I was to return to school today and I wasn't particularly happy about it.

My mood was down and my head was aching.My step mom and my Dad kept me up with their daily midnight arguments once again leaving me with only two hours of sleep.

I felt drained.

Not like I didn't feel that way everyday but today,I felt extra tired.

My head felt like someone was using a jackhammer to pound on it every five seconds,my eyes kept on twitching,and I kept on yawning every once in a while throughout our ride down to daily Light college.

"Honey,did you sleep at all last night.You keep yawning....and honestly,you look like someone who just woke up from the dead." The sweet woman said.

I was usually extra moody when I was sleep deprived and I was just a second away from snapping at her and telling her, "I look like I just woke up from the dead,dearest Evelyn,because you and your loud husband thought it would be a superb idea to keep me up all night with your arguing"

But of course I didn't say that. I just kept quiet and turned my gaze outside the car window.

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The moment I walked into my class,basically half of everyone present turned to look at me.

I dropped my gaze to my feet using my hair as a cover as I tied my braids in ponytail style.

I seriously hated being the centre of attention.

I hated it

"Kinfy! After years of disappearance,you've finally return!." I dropped my bag on my desk rolling my eyes at Mikel. I was only gone for a week. Between the madness at home,and that at school,I was starting to loose my senses.

"Do you know where Asha is?." I turned to Mikel and his clique asking.

Chidera quirked an eyebrow at me,and parted his lips to speak.

I wish he had just kept his mouth shut.

"Do we look like your friend's keeper? Why are you asking us?." I narrowed my eyes at the bafoon, annoyance from the car ride returning.

"Fyi,I was talking to Mikel,not you." I fired back.

"FYI?." He scoffed. Bitch-

" I think she's in the computer room,go check there." Mikel cut in, answering my previous question with a small smile on his face.

"Thank you," I sent him a tight lipped smile,then turned my gaze back to Chidera and eyed him. "Better person.".

"Take." He pulled out the middle finger at me and my eyes grew wide.

What the-

"Chidera, stop it." Mikel snapped at his friend who only rolled his eyes in response.

"I don't even have your time this morning." I hissed at him before leaving the classroom to look for my best friend.

"Acting like an obanje all the fucking time." I mumbled to myself as I exit the building.

Soon after, my phone dinged in my hand and I turned my gaze to the screen to see a message from our class's group---a photo to be exact. The moment i unlocked my phone to view it,I regretted doing so in the first place. Cos' what my eyes saw ladies and gentlemen,was a picture of my Uwazie Jennifer...naked.

Damn.

Did Aaron Amahle really send Jennifer's nudes to our class's group chat?!