Chapter 8: Just Me

Joanna's POV 

Laying with the Love of my life which is my bed, I heard voices coming from downstairs..

*Please stop, please, please stop* I internally begged trying to cover my ears the best I could and sleep in but no the sounds increased, as if it's possible. If you are wondering why am still sleeping maybe you can guess. Yeah it's saturday, oh yeah oh yeah. I silently sang doing a little happy dance, since the noise couldn't let me continue my sleep. 

"Mom!" I heard Elvis whine from downstairs. He is an internal 3 year old trust me.

Groaning, I looked at the time on my wall clock and noticed its still 12:15pm. Don't look at me like that I need my beauty sleep, but I don't get the chance to sleep long enough because of freaking school.

I groaned again once more and got up from my bed as I promised it that I was coming back while giving it a kiss. 

Still groaning loudly and muttering profanities under my breath with half closed lids I began searching for the culprit, who totally destroyed the remaining shred of sleep I had left. 

"ELVIS!" I yelled as loud as I could. I'm kind of a morning person but waking me up on a saturday morning for no reason is totally unforgivable in my book.

"Elvis!" I thundered louder this time as I could hear their voices.

"Oh no," I heard him screech.

"Is that?" Mom questioned. 

"Yeah mum its me," I replied, walking down the stairs. "Please tell Elvis to prepare his apology speech before I get there".

"Mom, If you really love me please tell me where to hide," Elvis whispered, in a low tone. 

"There is no place I would hide u which she wont find you," Mum responded. 

"You all know I can hear u right?" I questioned, walking in on them.

"Eeeeeek," Elvis screamed and took off running.

"Good morning mum," I greeted before taking off after Elvis.

"Haaaa," I yelled before jumping on him from behind.

"Aaaargh!" He screamed. "Let me go".

"Nah you are stuck with me for the rest of your life boffun." I chuckled while holding on tight in other not to fall of his back. 

I know some of you are currently wondering how I caught up with him easily and the answer to it is am a fast runner but am lazy as food and yes I know what I said.

"I'm sorry, am really sorry, I won't do it again I promise," He begged. 

"Nope I won't let you go free this time." I scoffed. "You always do this and end up begging for forgiveness, remember that time you poured cold water on me?" 

"I would do anything, just just let me go," He pleaded. 

"Anything?" I smirked, a plan already forming. 

"That's a bad idea right?" He questioned, with fear in voice.

"Yep." I smiled, jumping off him and skipped to the kitchen.

"Oh Lord why!" He whined, following behind.

"Are you coming?" I questioned, rolling my eyes at his childish attitude.

"What other choice do I have," He mumbled, looking at the floor. 

"Oh oh," I heard mum say as I entered. "You are smiling, what did u do to my baby?"

"Mom," I called. "Are you insinuating that I don't smile?"

"No, not that darling, this time its different, It looks mischievous," She said shaking her head. "Again I ask.. what did you do Jo".

"You know me so well momma." I smirked giving her a kiss and skipped to my room. 

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Laying upside down on my bed stuffing my face with food, yes am crazy but hey am with the two things I love most in the world and that's food and my bed. 

Still on the bed munching away my I life I thought of what to do with Elvis. Should I force him to take me to a party? Ha, like I would even go to a party if my life depended on it. 

Should I take his apple laptop? Nah, not good enough, I know it would affect him but what the heck would I do with it that I can't do on my phone?. I need something which would affect him and benefit me at the same time. Don't look at me like that, I'm not selfish, he deserves it and it's selfLove tho.

Munching on my favourite biscuit, an idea struck, *food* yeah food!. I  jumped of my bed and did a booty shake. I can see your face now, told u am crazy.

I would tell him to make me food, buy me food and bring me food. I'm obsessed with food I know.

"ELVIS!" I screamed with all my vocal cords even tho his room was right next to mine.

"I could literally hear you breath, there was no need to shout" He murmured, coming into my room, which brought a smile to my face.

"Can't my home be quiet?" Dad asked as he passed my door. 

"Love u dad." I laughed and wondered why I didn't hear mom's voice. *she might be sleeping* I thought shaking my head because I know mom and trust me when that woman sleeps, it takes a lot of effort to get her awake. I inherited the sleeping gene from her tho but mine is different as I can still hear the slightest movement when sleeping and mostly choose to ignore the ones that I deem unimportant.

"Hello, am still standing here," Elvis scowled, glaring down at me. 

"Lighten up big bro." I grinned, "I've got a job for you".

"Yay, am gonna be her errand boy today, my life's going great." He replied in a voice dripping with sarcasm.

"So." I smiled, "For the anything, you agreed to a while back, you have to," 

"A: Make me food"

"B: Buy me food"

"C: Bring me food till I get tired of it," I said listing it off my fingers. "Oh wait I won't because food is my life, so let me say, till I get married and I have my darling husband do it for me, whoever that is." I gave him a wink.

"You hate me," He sighed.

"Nah I love you, to compensate you, I will allow you share it with me that's if you make extra or buy extra." I shrugged and gave him a kiss before walking out the door headed to the kitchen to get an iced coke.

"And bro," I called as he was about to my go to do my bid. "I kinda need a burger to go with my coke".

"Yep you hate me," He muttered under his breath before walking out. 

Few hours later I was lounging on the couch with food by my side and a bottle of coke in this quiet house with my thoughts and endless hours of <Keeping Up With The Kardashians>. No Elvis or parents just me. I really missed this you know, the peace and quiet. Trust me I love my family, I really do but I kinda like my alone time.

<Ding, ding> my phone pinged. Mindlessly reaching for my phone I mistakenly knocked it on the ground.. 

"Arrgh my baby," I fake cried and gently picked it up from where it lay and examined it for any cracks, when I was sure there was none, I cuddled it and whispered some nonsense to it. "My love am really sorry, I won't hurt you deliberately you know right?" Ha! don't look at me like that, if someone else was here I would care but hey am alone, so I could dance naked for all I care.

I unlocked my phone to see the reason why it pinged. I nearly dropped my phone again when I saw a text from an unknown number.

<Hey baby, miss me?> It read. 

Still staring at my phone in shock It pinged again, showing a text from the same unknown number. 

<Because I missed you😘> This time it slipped out of my hand and hit the ground as a shock passed through me.

"Who the hell." I muttered while and inspected my phone again for any cracks. 

The idiot should thank his or her heavens that my baby had no cracks if not, invisible or no invisible I would track the idiot down and make sure to strangle him.

*Who the hell could this be?* I thought. Could Elvis be doing it as a revenge to rile me up?. Nah he can do that but he won't.

*Harmony?* Nope He's too stupid for that, and he has no motive to do so. *Ifeanyi?* Nah. 

*Blake?* pttf that ain't even a possibility.

*Tony?* Tony, I contemplated while munching on my popcorn, could he?yeah he can, but I have his number. Picking up my phone I reread the message, *could it actually be him?* I thought feeling warm inside.

No no no, I shouldn't feel this way, I shouldn't. That's against my rule after *He* left without a trace.

Shaking of those gloomy thoughts, I relaxed back on the couch, tuning the volume to the highest and watching the recent episode of the Kardashians when Scott was cheating on Courtney.

Enjoying my life there on the couch, I felt a cramp pass through my back. *Uh oh* I thought, please no please, am not ready. Another stronger one passed through me which made me stand up *yep, It's here*.

"Why, mother nature why" I screamed angrily and matched to my room to get sanitary pads before heading to the bathroom to do my business.

I hate this, I totally do, trust me I love being a girl even though sometimes I wish I were a boy but I hate it when it starts in the night because it would make the next day unbearable for me. I don't get aggressive but the pain makes me dull, irritated, frustrated and sick all at once. 

After doing my business in the bathroom, I carefully put on my off white joggers and a baggy white t-shirt. I quickly grabbed two cold bottles of water and placed it directly under my back and laid on it. I breathed a sigh of relief I covered myself with a blanket and got comfortable on a couch. 

As I was about dozing of I heard some voices. "Awwn, see my baby" I heard mom's voice faintly say. I wanted to make a remark saying am not a baby but I couldn't let out any intelligible word from my mouth.

"Should we carry her?" I heard dad whisper.

"Nah let's leave her to sleep," Mom replied. 

Those were the last things I heard before slipping into a deep slumber remembering my fun elementary school, when there were no teenage problems.