chapter 61

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ZOE'S POV

I enter the living room, still trying to catch my breath and guess what? My day is getting even much better. My eyes cannot contemplate the scene before me, my mom and dad. Yes you heard me, my dad. They are engaged in a heated conflict and my mom stops instantly as her eyes land on me. "Zoe what's wrong? What happened to you?" She asks, with concern laced in her voice aa she attempts moving closer to I but I take a step back. "It's your fault." I say nonchalantly. "Daughter, it's good to see you. How have you been?" My long lost dad asks as if he cares, with a smile plastering his face.

"You know you two are unbelievable. Why are you acting like you care about me all of a sudden?" I scoff, beginning to get emotional again. "What are you talking about? Have you been crying?" Dad questions, scrutinizing my face. "What do you mean Zoe?" Mom asks too, her face covered in puzzlement.

"You know what I mean, you are an evil mother who encouraged me into dating Mike only because he comes from a rich family and when I wanted to leave him what did you say huh? 'Every relationship has it problems and it's rare to find a guy like Mike nowadays.' Only because he bought me nice gifts, well all that was for nothing and thanks to you." My voice is a bit high now, rising up a notch and I watch my mom's facial expression covered with concern as if she doesn't know which words to say now, she's speechless.

"Wait you telling me you allowed our child to date and encouraged her for all the wrong reasons?" Dad questions more of a statement than a question as his face is now morphed into belligerent. "You can't judge my parenting skills while you were an absent father to her. All I did was to be a good mother to her." Mom defends herself and they seriously drive me crazy at the moment. "You both just shut up because you both failed me. You dad, where were you when I needed a father? I suppose if you were here, I wouldn't have seen a reason to date." I address them in hostility and I'm astonished by the way I'm talking to them, after my statement I run to my room.

I have turned into the worst version of myself. "Come back Zoe, that's no way to talk to your parents." Mom's yelling voice can be heard from afar as she tries stopping me by following behind but I run to my room and lock the door. Dad's voice can be heard from a distance "Let her be, she was telling the truth though." Dad says in a low voice, they are now close to my doorway but I'm not intending to listen to them as I'm now seated on my bed and holding tightly onto my pillow.

"You can't come here and tell me how to deal with my child."

"That same child you are talking about, she's mine too."

"Now you're coming here to claim her yet you couldn't face your responsibilities. Your sister even gave me money for Zoe's school fees and I had to work my ass up for extra hours for her education which we made the decisions together to take Zoe to an advanced school." Mom's voice is laced with hurt as she yells at dad and I feel sorry for her that Aunt Julia even contributed for my studies. Now it all makes sense on that R20 000 she gave mom.

"Elizabeth that's why I came back, I need to make things right this time. Give me this one chance, at least for Zoe's sake."

They continue with their arguement again, shouting at each other and I feel like screaming. I cover my head using my pillow and kick onto my bed like a toddler when sad until I fall asleep. Sleep is the only thing I can rely on, I just like sleeping when upset so that I won't feel anything.

I don't know how long I've locked myself in my room and my mom has been annoying me and threatening to break the door if I don't open. Right now I'm not asleep, I'm just laying on the bed and here comes her annoying knock again "Go away!" I yell at her from the room. "Zoe, it's me. Open the door." I know that calm collected voice, it's Carl. I'm caught in my tracks, not knowing what to do, I take a quick glance at myself by the mirror and I look horrible. My eyeliner is all over my eyes and my eyes have bugs beneath them, but at the moment I don't care about my appearance, it's the least of my problems.

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