Broken-Broken - Episode 6

 

2 years later…

“We are here.” Officer Paul said as the car stopped infront of a two-storied building. Largely printed on the signpost adjacent to the house was..”FADBAS HOME FOR THE UNWANTED.”

I sighed and got out of the vehicle, after the officer and together we walked to the front door which opened almost immediately.

“Hoo! Hello officer Paul!”

The lady that confronted us couldn’t be more than 35 years, she kept chewing gum incessantly and blowing it at the same time, sticking her tongue at the officer  intentionally. Some gums were sticking on her red painted lips . Half of her breasts seemed to be popping out of the tight spaghetti she was wearing. One hand was pocketed in her pair of rugged jeans while the other was on her waist. She was giggling for no reason and it seemed to be having a bad effect on the officer.

“So who do we have here…?” She asked, now looking at me…and her smile widened. “A pretty girl, wow! How sweet. What’s your name?”

“Scarlet is her name Maggie. She will be staying here from today.” The officer said sternly.

“B..but officer..I and the boy you brought the last time barely have enough to last us, why would you bring someone else? Another teenager?” She cooed, her pointy fingernails going upwards towards the officer’s cheek but he backed away.

“Stop that nonsense this minute Maggie.

Read " When A Woman Wants.. " by the same author ( Tobi Loba )

. We still brought some food and gave you some money last week, that should be okay for this month

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. You will hear from us next month. Have a good day.” Without further ado, the man adjusted his cap and went back into the taxi which was soon out of sight.

Then I turned around to face the woman. I could tell she didn’t want me here, her face said it all.

She hissed, went inside and banged the door after her.

I was confused. Should I just knock or wait till she comes out again. I had no idea so I just spotted a comfortable place by the steps and I sat down.

It was already two years since I was taken to the correctional facility and now I have been brought here.

The facility was like hell for me, with the struggle with my inmates, I was just so glad it was over. No one had come for me during the two years and no one showed up either when it was time for me to leave, so as the policy of the facility, they would need to find me a place to stay till someone comes…I knew no one would come and now that I thought I could start over in another place, the woman doesn’t even want me.

I stood up and decided to check out the house, as I moved to the side of the house, I caught my reflection on the sliding window glass.

I was staring at myself and was wondering why I was still alive up till this moment, then the window moved and I saw myself face to face with another teenage boy in a very dirty ugly facecap.

Neither of us spoke, we just kept starring at each other.

“Were you planning on coming through  the window?” He finally asked.

“No, I was just wiling away the time until she comes to open the door.”

“She won’t come and open the door.” He replied emotionlessly.

“okay, would you be so kind to come open for me?”

He scoffed. “Why should I?”

“Because im just back from the facility and I need a place to stay?”

“You are a pretty girl , don’t you have a boyfriend to come pick you?”

“He’s dead.” I replied without thinking.

“Outch well, life sucks. That still doesn’t prove anything.” He replied again.

I was getting angry and uncomfortable. I have been longing for a warm bathe and a soft bed to lie on ever since I left the facility and this hippo was making it impossible for me..

“My mother is a whore…she killed my boyfriend and made me take the blame.” I said, hoping that would make him sympathetic.

“My mother died before I got to know her….father remarried, disowned me cos stepsister lied that I raped her and now im an orphan…”

I was getting frustrated….

“My mother named me scar…said she wanted to abort me…cos I brought her pain.” I replied.

Instead, he yawned. “My father thinks Im a bastard and now he…” The boy stopped and looked at me…”Your mother really wanted to abort you?Named you scar?”

I nodded.

“Wow! That is so fucked up in the list of everything fucked up….i will come open the door for you.”

I sighed in a big relief and scurried towards the front door.

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I have been so busy,..still am...sorry for the delay, will make it up mon cheries.