𝐒𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐦 (𝙱𝚃𝚂 𝙵𝙰𝙼𝙸𝙻𝚈 𝚂𝙴𝚁𝙸𝙴𝚂 #𝟻)

Chapter 41

The last chapter was extremely emotional 😪❤️, but I promise you, things are going to get better from here on now. I'm not sure how many chapters we have left, but this book is going to end very soon, probably mid April
👉🏾👈🏾. It is a bitter sweet something 😪❤️😭.

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"𝑰𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒅𝒊𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝒊𝒕 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒅𝒊𝒅 𝒐𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕. 𝑭𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒏 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆; 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒏 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆."
_ 𝑰𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒖 𝑲𝒐𝒚𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒌𝒂𝒏

𝕂ℍ𝔸𝕃𝕀𝕃

"Dad."

My voice came out in a tone I was all too familiar with as I stared at my father who stared right back at me. It was quivery, shaky, had agitation laced inbetween them. My mind began to work at overdrive, trying to think of so many reasons why he would be standing in front of me today.

Did Aunt Zaria call him and tell him about the stunt I pulled, almost drowning myself? I asked myself, feeling fear wash over me at the possibility of him being here to take me back to home.

On instincts, I quickly went face flat to the ground, prostrating before him like someone pleading for mercy. I didn't say anything, I just laid there on the floor, eye making contact with the tiles. Of course, I didn't expect what happened next...

"What are you doing on the floor?" Dad questioned, his tone so incredulous that I had to look up. He was looking down at me, with an expression that showed that he felt I had lost my marbles. Behind him, I saw Jamal trying to stifle a laugh. I on the other hand was extremely confused.

"Sir?" I mumbled dumbly, looking at him with confusion written all over my face.

"Will you stand up, my friend." He ordered calmly but the stern edge in his voice couldn't be missed so I hurriedly stood on my feet, looking at my dad very well for the first time in months, giving that he was barely at home last Christmas holiday.

Even with my tall frame, my dad has always been taller than me. In his mid fifties, he was still very handsome and fit, muscular and very much intimidating to look at. If you thought I was intimidating before, you don't want to meet my father. My elder brother and I took his looks directly but Amir was more of the softie than Dad and I.

"I should go." Jamal's voice tore through my reverie. I had even forgotten that he was standing there. Dad turned back and smiled at him.

"Thank you, Jamal." He said and Jamal inturn nodded, glancing at me for a bit before he walked away, leaving me and my dad.

As soon as Jamal was out of view, Dad looked back at me, his scrutinizing gaze looking at me so intensely that I had to look down. I have never really been able to to hold a stare with him; ike I said, intimidating. Feeling him walk further into my room, I closed the door and turned around to look at him. He had settled down comfortably on the sofa at a corner of my room, sitting like he owned the place.