...THREE...
~Chloe's home
(14th of February, 2015)
Chinwem slumped into the sofa closest to the door the moment she arrived home.
She was tired and famished.
She had had more dance sections today as it was Valentine's Day.
It didn't really bother her because Silver Fire always paid rather handsomely for each section.
She rested for a while before she stood to her feet.
She began to put the things she had arrived with away.
She headed into the kitchen after that to find food.
She opened the refrigerator and let her eyes skim through it.
There was nothing in it that actually interested her in it.
But she was hungry.
And she doubted she would be able to cook in this state.
Mayhap she could order food from an online kitchen.
She was just about to close the refrigerator when a transparent container caught her eyes.
She reopened the refrigerator wide enough.
Then, she reached for it.
She brought the container out and shut the refrigerator door.
She took it to the kitchen cabinet top where she placed it.
She took off the cover and stared at the moin-moin that she had prepared the day before.
It was perfect for dinner.
She went about heating it in the microwave and spooned some into her flatware thereafter.
She took a fork and sat at the high table in her kitchen.
She said a quick prayer before she dug into the tasty delicacy.
As the food dispersed inside of her mouth, she uttered a sigh at the arresting flavour.
Hunger was slow death.
She spooned some more -a little bit too quickly, into her mouth.
And as she ate, her mind slowly wandered to her stalker.
And she wondered why.
These days, he was subtly creeping into her mind.
He would steal into her thoughts and she would wonder why yet again.
She was sorry for him.
That was because she was not what he thought she was.
But she knew who she was.
She was Chinwem, one of the traumatized children of the late Stephen Nwabuagu.
It was a known fact that her father had been a tyrant.
It was what had led to his death at the hands of her elder sister.
The incident had left all of them, the entire family, traumatized.
They were all just coping.
She thought she was one of those to be blamed for the mishap.
After all, it had been her birthday.
It had all happened on that day, that horrifying bloody accident.
There had been blood everywhere.
On the floor.
In the pool.
She instantly lost her appetite as the thought occupied her head.
She set her spoon down and stared at the meal.
She tried to shut out memories of that night by closing her eyes.
As if it could ever work.
That night was unfortunately stuck in her head.
She pushed her half eaten plate of food further away from her.
Tears began to fill her eyes, stinging her at the corner.
She nearly cried.
But she didn't.
That horrible incident had left her tainted, disfigured, broken.
She was weak because of it, and she could not help it.
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