Broken
Episode 3
“So, what is happening here?” my mom asked.
Mama Zainab and I exchanged looks and I forced myself to stand up a little….
“So, you both are Now having a family meeting , did my own invitation get lost on the way??” She continued, now Getting towards us gracefully. Her eyes shining like that of a cat.
My heart was now beating fast and this increased the flow of my blood….worsening the cramp. I shut my eyes as I felt something tighten at my side.
“Madam, please, this girl needs to be admitted. She is not fine at all.”
“Ohh!! Really? So when did you become a nurse?” Mother said again, and I opened my eyes. Mama Zainab was already standing up to mother, who was looking at her with Full hatred.
“Madam, please, if nothing at all, please give her some money, let me get some pad for her, I don’t mind if you take it from my income, please.”
Before I knew it, Mama Zainab was on her knees…I shut my eyes again as I felt another set blood coming…I couldn’t breathe, the more I breathe the worse it became so I just held my breath until it dissolves…
“Mama Zainab?” Mother said sternly. “I realized that your work is not important to you. You are fired! And you…..!”
My eyes sprang open….she was talking to me….
“If you do not get your lazy body off that bed this minute and meet me downstairs, I will throw your bags into the street this minute!”
Without looking at us, she stormed out of my room.
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Mama Zainab was still crying and I didn’t know what to do to stop her from crying…because I was also crying.
Later she stood up, cleaning her face and moved to the door. She pulled down my towel which was hanging on the door. Then she walked back to the table, opened the drawer, took my scissors and began to cut the towel into pieces.
Had she gone insane?? I thought to myself but she began to fold the pieces in many folds one by one. There were eight in all and she handed one to me.
“Use this. Go clean and remove that messy one. Be quick before your mother comes back.”
Sadly, I collected the piece of towel from her, I later understood she had folded it in a shape of a pad and it was really thicker. Without thinking, I embraced her and we both cried.
“Let me come with you Mama”
She smiled and patted my back. “You will only starve to death if you do that. I love you dear. God will save you oneday.”
Without taking another look at me, she walked out of my room, shitting the door after her.
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Few Hours Later
The party had already started and our floor was filled with lots of people. People were dancing to the deafening music.
I was in a hidden corner, in my dirty clothes, sitting on the tiled floor as I accessed each guest.
Nothing interested me more in life than fashion- I breathed it.
Anytime mother is Really drunk to bed, I would always sneak back to the sitting room to put on the TV. I can spend hours watching Fashion Opera. It was the only thing that brought me Happiness. I knew the names of almost all the world designers by heart, I could tell their work by just touching or seeing it.
Mother never had an idea about this.
We usually hold parties every last Saturday of the month, both known and unknown people would come, especially mother’s customers. I used to wonder if these people don't know that mother is sleeping with all of them but the irony is that, some even come with their wives.
I didn’t understand What was going on.
Anyways, I love the parties, though it gives me much work to do before and after. I mean, now that mama Zainab has gone, I even have much more to do. But one thing that encouraged me is that I will get the chance to see the latest outfit and cloth even though I do not own any, I always dreamed that one day, I will own my own clothing line.
I sighted mother talking with her friends. Her vague friends.
Sometimes I wonder what kind of relationship they have. You will see them laughing with each other even though they hated each other and might not talk again till next month when we throw another party.
Mother said they are serpents and they are jealous of her wealth, possession and achievements. It makes me wonder, what achievement?
She is comfortable and our house is really big and beautiful. She drives a nice car but she is a dignified slut!
Well, maybe sleeping with men and asking them to bring their wives without them suspecting a thing is an achievement. You tell me.
Mother is beautiful-the most beautiful I have ever seen actually. Unlike her friends, she doesn’t need plastic surgery.
She had a contact lens, making her eyes an indigo ocean, upon her creamy face. Her hair were strands of red gold, tumbling out of her scalp and cascading down her back like a waterfall. Pink lips that seemed as if something has just wiped half off…she definetly kissed someone…
I realized her friends were looking at her shoes , pointing and gasping…..that was when I realized she was wearing the Luis Vitton Black Italy Pumps but they are also fake . You probably do not understand but Luis vitton is a world designer and I know all his works by heart even though I do not own any, I can tell which is fake. Those are always cheaper than the normal price. Anyone who doesn’t breathe fashion like I do would NEVER spot the difference and sorry, I do not want to share too.
Mother is vain. She mostly throws parties each month either she has something to celebrate or has something to show off. Today they were both. She never liked her friends and they didn’t either. I wonder if they were all sleeping around like her.
My mother is smart and clever, she covers her whoring job off with charity stunts,she always says she loves giving back to the society, the funny part if that the wives of those she sleeps with are part of her charity event.
It was mothers 36th birthday for the sixth time. I hope you understand . she has been clocking 36 for the past six years so, you can calculate her age.
I looked away as she sighted me looking at her before she was distracted by one of her fake friends again.
I swallowed-that was close. She never liked me anywhere around her party. She once said I was a disgrace….
Anyway, I continued accessing the guests…and I felt my stomach turn inside me as I spotted Honorable.
He was talking with another man whom I couldn’t recognize.
I hated the man so so much-the honorable. He was also mother’s closest customer, he bought her a car recently
He was also not married, if not, I would have reported him to his wife-I still had plans for him though for raping me and making me commit murder…he was turning his face so I looked away…his name was top list on the people I would deal with in my future to come, when I have finally become….
‘hey.’
I heard a voice behind me and I immediately turned around. When I saw who it was, I have never been so ashamed….
“Are you okay?”
My heart was beginning to beat faster and my palms were sweaty. I thought I hid myself so well.
“Hi..hi Francis.” I replied.
Well, you must probably be wondering what’s happening. Let me tell you who Francis is.
He is a waiter and he has been my crush ever since mother employed the services of his team to her third 36th birthday celebration few years back.
I could tell he could be nothing less than five years older than I am…but he is really so cute and nice.
He had told me I was beautiful the first time we met while I was helping him to clean the tumblers…and surprisingly for the first time I had blushed, who wouldn’t?
His skin was olive brown, pointy nose . He wasn’t muscular but he wasn’t thin either. He was wearing a suit like the rest of his crew. he looked so handsome.
He had asked for my phone number but I had no phone no sim either so we only met a year after on the next birthday.
That was when he found out that I had a thing for fashion-
“I was hoping I would find you today.” He said, beaming at me…
I couldn’t even look at him..i felt so ashamed.
“Here.” He handed me a book..it was later I realized it was a fashion book….contains everything about clothing, hair and everything fashion.
I couldn’t say anything, I just looked at him as my heart kept moving up and down......….
“I do not have money to buy this…” I replied but he laughed...
“It’s a gif. I thought maybe today if I give you that, you can pay me by telling me your name.”
My heart melted….no one has ever given me a gift before…so I smiled and looked at him…he was way taller…I was having a huge crush and I was sweating…
“My name?…..my name is scar…....''
“Scar??....What kind of name is that? Is that a shortened form or What?”
I shook my head. “No, it’s just scar.”
He was still smiling. “That is ….wow….anyways, you are beautiful and you don’t seem like a scar to me…who even names someone that anyway. Can I give you a nickname?”
I nodded.
“How about sunshine??”
His eyes twinkled in the light as his dimples deepened. Within that moment i focused on his lips…it was shiny and had a strawberry color….strawberry….i had seen them before…..i looked past him…at mother who was now looking at us and my heart sank as I figured it…..mother is sleeping with him too…..
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hmmm....i donno what to say.....comments please....
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