[𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚍 ]
𝙴𝚍𝚒𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚍
"I am so tired of pretending, where is my happy ending "
That had always been the battle cry of jessa Olamipo Chloe Babaijide
When Jessa's mother was jilted by their father just before the birt...
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I'm in chains, you're in chains too I wear uniforms and you wear uniforms too I'm a prisoner You're a prisoner too, Mr. Jailer Oh I have fears, you have fears too I will die, but yourself will die too Life is beautiful Don't you think so too, Mr. Jailer?
~Chloe~
If Someone told me In 2017 that my life was going to take drastic turn by the year 2018 which was for the worst, I would have laughed at the person and called him or her crazy. But here I am sitted in one the chairs arranged in the police station waiting for some sort of approval to see my brother. That's if he is even my actual brother, I can't believe what was going on in my life right now.
What's worse my mind won't stop drifting back to what Mrs Aleshiloye, my supposed mother said about that curse. All she said that day was just Utter and total nonsense, I mean who in their right mind wishes her twin daughter away, placed a curse on them as a tracking device and then showed up in their life 15 years later like nothing ever happened. I wanted to yell, to scream, to do something out of the ordinary but I couldn't, I was still in the police station here to see my brother. I don't think I should do anything stupid to make his condition worse, even get my self arrested for that matter
"Miss Chloe Babajide, you may come in and see him now."
" thank you officer."
I said and followed him into a Small office called the interrogation room. There was a table and two chairs at the center of the room, a single flickering light bulb to light up the room. There where no window openings in the room for natural light to come through so the bad light bulb will have to do.
I was dress in my a white tanks top, a black Denim jacket and a black jean trousers. That allowed me to twist the chair around and sit with both my leg farther apart. I looked at him square in the eyes and i saw so many emotions some I couldn't put my finger on. The police left us to have a moment of privacy But They stood outside the door. Once we were to ourselves I spoke as calmly as possible but it was impossible to miss the anguish and pain in my voice and in my eyes.
"Why? Why did you do this to your self. This is 2018, there are a lot of legal and legit jobs guys your age can do."
" I am aware. But are you also aware that those Jobs wouldn't be able to feed our hungry mouths, wouldn't be able to give Zoe her own room, won't be able to pay My Dad's Hospital bills."
I sighed keeping quiet, knowing he had a point. But my point was, why did he have to carry the burden, why did her have to kill people to get the money to sustain the family. This was all so unfair and I didn't like it one bit, I didn't like it at all, and thinking about it is only getting my eye very misty.
