Broken-Broken - Episode 4

 

“Hey Sunshine.”

I shut my eyes and sighed without turning around, I kept on doing what I was doing.

“Hi” I replied eventually, now wiping the surface of the table.

He took his seat, crossing his legs with his head bowed. “I know you probably hate me.” He began.

“Hate you?” I asked without any hint of interest. “Why would you say that?”

“You know the reason.” He replied.

“Cos you are sleeping with my mother? And cos you have been staying in our house since the day of the party and I refused to talk to you…or what?” I knew I was being sarcastic but I didn’t care . He hadn’t left the house since a week ago and mother had him wrapped around her fingers. Even though he made attempt to talk to me, it was better to be hurting in my silence than to make him realize I cared about him. I was sixteen, not stupid.

I heard him sigh, then I took the mopping stick and began to mop the floor. My cramps were all gone and so was the annoying blood flow.

Honorable hadn’t stepped foot in our house, I was still hoping he would---“

“Shine….”

I stopped as I felt his breath on my neck and his hand on mine.I swallowed hard, stepping away from him suddenly.

“What are you doing?” I demanded.

“I know I hurt you but your mother pays my bills, she needs a baby boy to spend on and I have enough money from her to take care of you. I have seen the way she treats you

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. You are a queen, you should be treated like one….not like…a…gabbage.”

“I do not remember complaining to you.” I replied stubbornly.

He was advancing towards me and I kept backing away.

“Look, just because mother is not around doesn’t give you the right to take me for a fool, you dunno what I’ve been through and what I am capable of.”

He stopped in his track and knelt down. “ I like you so much shine,…”

“Stop calling me that! If you cannot call me my name just stop calling me that.” I retorted. Why was I so angry?

“I cannot call you that name baby, you don’t deserve it. She told me she didn’t want you when she gave birth to you and that you brought so much pain to her life was the reason she gave you that name but…I will turn things around and you will become my scarlett….because you are beautiful. I will take you far away, you can learn your fashion, you will get registered in a fashion school, you will be my girlfriend, we will live together and I will take care of you.”

Maybe I was actually stupid but it sounded like heaven to me…even the name scarlett…it felt so much nicer and I forgot the fact that he was screwing my mother.  The fashion school was like making my dream come true and for some reason, I could see sincerity in his eyes.

He was close to my feet and so tall that while standing, he could almost reach my chest.

“How old are you?” I asked him.

“twenty-two.” He replied.

I smiled .” Six years is okay,” I said smiling. “Do you actually mean all those things?”

“I swear.” He replied.

“Well, I love Scarlett and how do you want to be my super hero?”

“you just say the word, we will run away from here, you do not need to pack anything. You can start afresh with me…and I swear to you, no sex until you clock 18, I will never take advantage of you. I swear to you. ”

All the while, his hands were already around my waist and his lips few inches from mine.

“You knew I have a crush on you right?” I asked shyly.

He nodded, smiling. “I know but I am in love with you.”

While we both laughed, he closed the distance between us and placed his lips on mine…..

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Some minutes later, I was watching Fashion opera, cutting the paper pieces with scissors to learn some styles- Francis was still mopping, we were gisting at the same time and occasionally, he would come kiss me …it was fun..i have never felt like this before….the thought of finally leaving this place was too exciting for me…we had later decided we would leave early in the morning before mama wakes, he was going to drug her enough to make her sleep deeply mother has her sleeping pills so overdose will do the trick.

Later, we were sitting down, holding hands and watching the TV together.

“Do you mean that you won’t have sex with me until…..” I began and he kissed me to kept me quiet.

“Even to hear you talk about sex right now is bad and unhealthy for you…you shouldn’t think that right now…when you become an adult…we can have it…that Is if you want….”

I smiled , satisfied.

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. “Someone like you is so rare.”

“Living with your mother would have exposed you to lots of things. Tonight, drop them behind, because we are starting afresh together. “

As we kept looking at each other and were about to kiss again, we heard the sound of mother’s car and like lightening, we bolted away from each other.

Even as we were doing that, we kept chuckling. I packed the pieces of paper from the table while he grabbed the mopping stick and the pan after me….

I quickly collected it from him and ushered him back…blowing me one final kiss, he ran back, jumping on the settee just in time when opened the door.

I peeped from my room….

“Hello baby boy. You missed me.?” Mother said in a seductive voice, and sat on his legs while dropping her bag on the floor.. she motioned to kiss him but he offered his cheeks instead…

For the first time, I smiled at the disappointed look on mothers face.

“What is wrong with you?” She demanded.

“You took too long.” He replied and mother bought it, she was kissing him on the cheeks…

“I m sorry baby…come, let’s go inside, let mama show you how sorry she is…” she said to him…

I scoffed in disgust, rolling my eyes and together, they walked to her room, climbing the stairs…

I hissed quietly and went to lie down..as I was closing my eyes..my door opened suddenly, it was Francis.

“What are you doing here?” I demanded in a whisper. I was panicking.

“baby, just this one last time sex, I promise, I donot want you to think…”

“Go go..go..I know..i won’t sleep tonight so we can leave on time…”

Quickly, he kissed me again and I could hear him rushing back upstairs…

I sighed and relaxed ….I felt like I just won a lottery already!

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I knew it was time when I heard a light knock on my door. Checking the time…it was some minutes after 3AM.

 I grabbed the only bag i had and some slippers and quickly went to open the door.

He pulled me closer and kissed me deeply, leaving me catching my breath…this was getting so exciting.

“Is it time? Is she asleep?”

“She’s sleeping like the dead. Now, comeon.”

I shut the door behind me quietly and we began to walk to the sitting room. Francis flashed the backlight of its phone to light the way so we wouldn’t stumble against anything…

We made it to the door safely. Luckily, the key was in the keyhole…and I began to turn it….just then the whole light in the room came on….

Startled, I dropped my bag, I could feel Francis tight grip on me…as we both saw mother standing by the staircase in her night gown without any sleep in her eyes at all…..in the corner of her lip was a ciga and in her hand was a small gun, pointing at us…

“And where do you two think you are going…?”

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Do you think Francis played her or they both got played....?