Konyii'S POV"I left the house for him." I blurted out."What happened?" Abiola asked, she always had genuine concern for me and I'm just really scared when she gets to find out what I'm cooking up. But one thing is that, she can't get angry at me for too long."He heard me talking to Ayo and said, if he sees him in his house, none of us would like it. Even mom was like, why would he say that, doesn't he want me to get married? He just shrugged his shoulders and said we won't like what he'll do. I'm not scared of him, but that stupid gun he has in his safe, I only need Nife to comply and help me crack his lock open, that's the only thing she's good at, besides causing trouble." We chuckled. My autistic baby sister is really good at opening passwords. She had once opened my dad's lock, which was when we knew he had a gun. I can't remember what made her open it, but I need to remember so I could make her open it and get rid

Konyiis POV We all turned back and with beating heartbeats, my mom looked at us shocked. "What are you guys doing here?!" She asked closing the door behind her. "We were just....um......" I looked at Abiola to see that she was also looking at me. "You came to take your dad's gun?! Don't you know how risky that is?!" She said. "Mom..." I bursted out crying, my knees becoming weak as I fell on the floor with my knees. "Shh... It's OK." She came closer and hugged me. "I know you're scared, but you guys should have called me to help!" I looked up at her and she had that mischievous look. "Wow." Abiola said something for the first time. "I had forgotten just how rebellious Aunty Funmi is." She said coming closer to me and collected the gun from me and tucked it in the back of her jean, making sure it's wrapped well in the handker

Abiola's POV I rolled on my bed in boredom. Apparently, Konyii and Ayo had gone out, he wanted to make up for not picking up her calls. He had to operate on three different people in a row, so he didn't have time and when he was done, he was exhausted and kept his phone on silent to prevent any call and slept off. The funny part was, Konyii didn't wait for him to explain and just started vexing and telling him to fuck off, he had to 'Kidnap' her before he could explain and then she started feeling bad. I picked my laptop and decided to watch Netflix, then my phone rang. I checked the caller id and it was Bola, I immediately felt bad that I hadn't called her in so long. I picked it up. "You!" She said immediately. "I'm sorry!" I said immediately too. "Don't you're sorry me, I'm coming over now and you're taking me for shopping not just me but Sandra and my other friend.

Abiola's POV I walked out on everyone, with Konyii running after me. He can keep his house and his wife, since I'm not needed. I started walking in the wrong direction to Konyii's house, until she dragged me back and pulled me with her, while I just followed her. She opens the passenger door of her car and I got in, while she got into the driver's side and we drove to her house in silence. When we got to her house, we came down and went inside. Her dad was seated on the sofa, watching some sports. When he heard us come in, he looked and nodded his head while we greeted him and walked further into the kitchen. My heart was beating and legs shaky. Remembering what I had done the last time I came to his house. "Mummy!" Konyii called out to her mom who was cooking something like pasta. She turned around and smiled,seeing my teary face she walked over to me. "What's wrong?" She asked cupping my fa

Abiola's POVI was about to close my room door, but it got hooked. I looked up to see Tobi, then looked down and saw his foot. He pushed open the door and walked in. "Tobi, just leave. Please!" I cried out. "Listen to me, atleast you slapped me already." He said touching his cheek. "I don't care and I'm not sorry. Just leave!" I snapped, but he just looked at me. I gave up trying to chase him out and sat on my bed, face buried in my palms. I heard his footsteps coming closer to me and I looked up at him. He squatted in front of me and tried to hold my hand, but I moved away from him. He rubbed his face and looked at me. "Please, listen to me." He said, grabbing my hands firmly. "I don't want to." I hicupped. He stood up and walked out. I heard the front door slam close and I knew he had left. As much as I wanted to know why they played me like that, I wasn't ready.