A Very Sticky Situation (Completed)

32: Summon

Ana's POV

I didn't die, no I am very much alive, that's if you can call breathing with fear coarsing through your veins living then yes I am alive.

As you all know, I fainted when I realized it was my dad calling which happened as a result of pent up emotions and escalated panic.

I stirred an hour later, after a bucket of water was dumped on me of course and was in shock to see myself in Glory's arms while Joe is seen consoling Oluchi who was crying a dam.

Reaching utmost consciousness I spotted Ike who was staring at me from the seat adjacent to me with fear in his eyes. Helena was also in view as she was busy disposing her medical gloves, a scowl directed at me.

It was later discovered that I had little bleeding that prompted Joe to give her and Ike a call and Oluchi breaking into heart-wrenching sobs.

After my ear got beaten off by Helena's harsh scolds of my irresponsibility and resistance to adhering her earlier words my Mom began calling this time, giving me a little of her disappointed but loving feelings and informed me that I am summoned to my home town for an emergency family meeting by my father.

So here I am at this moment, applying foundation to my features as I get prepared to partake on the 20 kilometer journey.

My parents reside on the outskirts of the city in a small village located along the expressway leading to the state's airport. I and my brothers were born and raised there and only left to chase our dreams and attend University.

Despite this, we each visit from time to time, individually or plan to be there (all of us) in order to surprise our parents or when summoned as we are now.

"Are you ready?" Oluchi invites, materializing in front of me, adorned in a tight fitting red ankara skirt below a loose white blouse. A purse the same shade as her skirt is crossed on her shoulders while her feet are encased in white Nike (✔️) air force one.

"You look___" I trail, not finding a suitable word.

"Simple? Beautiful? Hot? Rugged? Lazy? Which of these did you want to belt out?" She implores in a grin.

"Never mind," I roll my eyes rising in a black baggy t-shirt and brown kapri pants, a pair of brown leather sandals buckled at my ankles. "I'm as ready as I'll ever be."

"You aren't afraid?" She requests, gazing at me in confusion.

"Afraid of my parents or your crazy driving?" I tease, wandering to the exit, phone in hand as I have no need to carry a bag.

"Don't mock me," she warns sternly. "You know what I'm talking about."

"No dear, I don't. Can you be specific?" I snigger.

"Sometimes I wonder how we are friends," she blurts, shoving me to the side as she storms out of the house, leaving me to push the door closed after me.

"Me too, seeing as you just manhandled me," I deride, strolling through the patio to where the car is parked. "Can you let me drive?"

"Hell no, you are gonna sit quietly in the passenger seat as I drive you recklessly to the village," she sneers, her lips curved in a wicked smile.

"And you ask why I am afraid," I shiver, peering frightfully at the vehicle and the key in her hold.

"Don't worry," she cracks up seeing my reaction. "I won't kill you, at least not yet."

"There's power in the tongue," I mumble, taking some steps to my side of the car as she unlocks it with the control buttons.

"I said not yet," she shrugs, getting in and I follow suit, pulling my door open to lower my weight into the interior.