After cancelling the tickets I bought to buy new ones for tonight, it was now waiting time. Waiting until 10pm to leave the house to meet up with Yoké at the bus station. So, the plan is that Francis will help me leave the house. If we manage to leave the house, we’ll go straight to the bus station where Yoké would be waiting for me. Then I will take the bus with Yoké and he’ll return how and make up whichever story will sound believable to mom and dad. Yoké and I would be out of the state in the next 4-5 hours and then we’d take a taxi to another town from there so that dad and mom would have no way of tracing us. Smart right?
But the wait. The waiting felt like death. I couldn’t stop tapping my foot in anxiety, under the dining table. And the guilt? Sitting around the dining table with my family for dinner knowing that it would be the last time we’d get this opportunity again…
I couldn’t stare at my mom for long, without feeling like crying. I’ll miss her so much. Her
“Okay, you have to get yourself together now, we are close.” Francis told me, his voice a bit calm now. “You can’t go back looking like our grandmother just died.”I was still sobbing, I wiped my face with my hands but that only did half the job my face and hands still felt wet.“I hope they are all sleeping already.” Francis told me. “Wipe your face properly.”I tried again.“Okay, do I have any…” Francis began searching in his glove compartment. He closed it. “No I don’t have any tissues. We can go back to the nearest pharmacy and buy tissues.”I didn’t say anything, just supported my head with one hand and continued thinking about everything Yoké said to me.“If we go to the pharmacy, that would just look weird. We can’t go to the pharmacy at
After a brief knock on my door, it opened.“It’s seven o’clock.” Anna told me.“So?” I asked her looking up from my phone.“Breakfast is at 6.45. Your family is waiting downstairs.”“I’m not hungry, thank you.”“Your father insisted that you both come down for breakfast.”“Who is ‘you both’?” I asked her.“Alice doesn’t want to come down too.” Anna told me.“Genesis come down to the kitchen now!” Dad’s voice sounded strict on the intercom.Anna went to press the receive button. “She doesn’t want to come downstairs, Raphael.”I through her a deadly look. I was in no mood for this right now.“I thought I told you
“If we don’t talk this out, no one is leaving this kitchen.” Dad said going to lock the door and taking the big black key out of the keyhole of the kitchen door. “No one is going to work, to school, no where.”“We were already not allowed to go out.” Alice told dad. “You forgot that you kept us all on lockdown?”“Always exaggerating…”“At least, someone in this family is always speaking up, being honest. Appreciate that- Wait I just forgot, I don’t even belong to this family.”“Alice sit… down.” Dad looked angry.“What happens if I don’t? Are you gonna send me to my new mother?”“If we don’t talk this out nobody is going anywhere.” Dad spoke. “It’s up to you all how long you want to stay in this kitchen.
“I need some water.” Mom said trying to get up.“I’ll get it.” Francis told mom, getting up and going to the sink. We sat quietly, waiting for Francis to finish. The sound of the water rushing out of the tap was so loud in this silent large kitchen.Well, until Alice broke the silence. “I have a question. What will Francis be calling you now?”She was asking mom.“We’ll talk about that later.” Dad cut in.Francis placed the glass of water in front of mom and sat back down. Mom only took a sip of the water and then placed the glass back on the table. We sat waiting for mom to start talking.“You know what your dad said about forgiveness?” Mom started. “Marriage is all about forgiveness. I’ve forgiven your father a lot of times, for various reasons, like he mentioned. One of those reason’s was Delilah. She use to work here for us, right in this mansion. She use to cook, cle
Dad looked at mom and then Francis. He then looked at me. For a few seconds. I thought he was about to ignore Francis and start asking about Yoké again but he didn’t.“A mother is a mother.” He said, and then turned to Francis. “It’s your right. But you’re a smart man: you know how highly I value our reputation. You know how much of a role it plays in our company, for our contracts, in getting and keeping clients. You know very well. So I know you know what that means: same applies to you like I told Gen and Alice, as long as the world outside doesn’t know. These servants signed a very serious confidentiality contract, they know if they just as much as say our name to other people, they’ll be in very serious trouble. The only ones that have the ball in this are you guys, the children of this family. Your mom and I would never. We’ve plus minus 26 years of practice.”Francis n
Did Omar not hear a word I said? I clearly told him that I’m not allowed to leave the house. He wants me to leave now? Does he know what the time is? It’s two in the morning. How the hell am I supposed to leave this place at two in the morning. Morning jog? At two? No one will fall for that. And dad is home, sleeping downstairs.My phone began ringing. I quickly answered.“Omar, I can’t leave the mansion, I swear.” I told him.“I forgot to tell you to leave your phone at home when you come and delete my last message.”“Why shouldn’t I bring my phone?” I asked him.“Just do what I said. I’ll see you soon.”“Omar you need to tell me what’s going on with you and Yoké-” He hung up before I could even finish.I pressed the area between my eyes and pinched
The closest hospital on the GPS was so far from where I had met Omar. It was killing me seeing Omar lye so helplessly in the backseat while I couldn’t get him to the hospital fast enough. It killed me to keep thinking of the possibility of us arriving too late at the hospital. I was shaking my head. I’d never ever be able to forgive myself.I glanced at Omar and saw his eyes close.“Hey, hey, hey!” I was telling him. “Omar wake up. Don’t you die on me, Omar, don’t you dare die on me.”He opened his eyes to look at me but only half-way.“I want you to try harder.” I told him. “Open your eyes. You are strong enough. Look, look, Omar, there’s the hospital in front. We are almost there. Don’t you close your eyes.”As soon as I drove through the gates I began honking.“I need help! I need help!” I was calling out the window as I drove to the entrance. “He’s been Shot!”When I got t
As I stood in front of the closed doors I tried to understand what Omar was telling me but it just didn’t make any sense. I started walking back to the waiting area. I saw a vending machine. Gosh, my stomach growled. I went back to the car and took another note. I came back to the vending machine and took two protein bars and some water. I went looked for the toilets. I followed the signs, until I got there. I walked up to the sink and looked at myself in the mirror. I was a walking mess. There was even stains of Omar’s blood on my face. How did they even get there? I opened the tap and started washing my hands with soap. After my hands were clean I washed my face. I wet my hair a little and tired it up on the top of my head with the band I always wore around my wrist at before bed as I undid my hair. I looked at myself, my face looked better but my clothes were still a mess, huge blood stains on my white and pink pyjama top and pants. Although there was no blood on that