To Hate Emmanuel Johnsons - Episode 14

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Emmanuel's pov:

After crying my eyes out for awhile, i drop the photograph on my

night stand but it slips and falls to the ground. The glass shattering

and scattering everywhere. Its just like how i feel right now.

Shattered. I shake my head then bend to pick up the picture from the

broken frame and that's when i notice a folded paper amongst the

broken glass. I pick the paper up and examine it . I recognise this

paper, its from my mom's diary. I remember entering her room without

knocking months before she died. She was writing on this piece of

paper and when i entered, she hid the paper by this particular

photograph. This photograph used to be in my mom's room but after her

death, i brought it to my room. Now, that i think about it, i realise

that her behavior that day was like she was caught doing something

bad. Apprehensive, i read through the paper to see what she wrote on

it. In it is a vivid account of my mom's first chemotherapy. It

describes the pain and frustration she felt when she knew she would

never get better. Tears blind my eyes as i read this and then i feel a

sudden urge to vomit. I run into the nearest toilet and vomit

everything in my stomach

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. I haven't eaten since breakfast so, there is

really nothing to vomit. I just heave and retch. I turn and push the

door close, so as not to wake anybody up. I don't want to be seen like

this especially by tessy who i just remembered is staying for the

weekend. After my stomach settles, i wash my hands and face then flush

the toilet and that's when i hear someone outside the door. I open the

door to see who it is and i come face to face with tessy. She looks

shocked and she make to scream but i quickly move behind her and cover

her mouth with my hand. Her back is pressed to my chest and i cant

help but take comfort in her soft warmth. I relax my hand on her mouth

and she asks what i am doing here. I tell her i live here and she

looks like i just told her badnews. I try to laugh at her reaction but

another dry heave racks through my body and i leave her and run back

into the toilet. I sit on the floor and vomit again and that's when i

feel tessy's hand patting and rubbing my back. Tessy is really an

amazing person. After all i have done to frustrate Herman she is still

trying to help me. I don't know why but this just make me burst into

tears without thinking on the shame of crying in front of tessy. I sob

and she hugs me, still rubbing my back and whispering silent nothing

to me. I hold her tight and cry some more. I don't even know why i am

crying. There is so many reason to cry right now but i cant remember

them. I just cry and tessy holds me. We remain like this, kneeling on

the toilet floor for a long time before i pull my self together. I

release myself from our hold, wash my hands and face then walk to the

dining room. I hear tessy's footsteps behind me. I sit in one of the

chairs and put my face in my palms. I am embarrassed by my outburst

and hope tessy just goes to her room but she doesn't. She brings me a

glass and water, then sits beside me.

"drink up, to keep hydrated" she says pushing the glass towards me. I

raise my head then raise my brow at her but she just shrugs. I shrug

too, then drink a little bit of the water.

" drink the whole glass Manuel" i smile.

"Are you nagging me right now, my dearest almost step sister?" she

just nods at the glass, indicating that i should drink up. I frown

then drink the whole glass of water.

"good boy" she says. I think she is teasing me.

Read " Redemption " by the same author ( Ameh juliet )

. Wow!..Who knew tessy

had a sense of humour?. I look at her twinkling eyes and grin. I know

she wants to ask what's wrong with me but she's still silent. I don't

want her to ask me, so i stand up and walk towards my room and he

follows me all the way to my room door.

"do you want to come in?" i ask sweetly then smile at her.

"what?. Ofcourse not" she says and turn to leave but i hold her hand.

She looks at her hand in mine then look at me, then raise her eyebrows

at me. I don't want to be alone this night.

" i command you to come in and read me stories till i fall asleep" i

say. Her eyes bulge and she moves one step backwards.

"get your mind out of the gutter tessy. You are not even my type. I

prefer girls that are more endowed, which you obviously are not" i say

and move my eyes to her small breasts. She follows my eyes then blush

as she notice where they settle.

"you made a deal so, come and fulfil it" i continue. She is hesitant

for a while but then she follows me in.

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