𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒

8#𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐏𝐚𝐬𝐭

Heyy babies🧸🍭..
I thought we could just get to know the other side of our weird sister.

So here it is...

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𝐀𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐄 𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐄

I walked into the house to be greeted by a beautiful aroma that made me reminisce on wonderful memories that I rather not remember.

I wondered who was in here, I thought she was here but I didn't want to raise my hopes too high only to have it, fall painfully.

I walked towards the kitchen, moved by my mind and not my body. It just felt wrong.

I was used to coming home to a quiet house. Definitely not a home, but a house, a huge one at that.

No one was ever around. I was left with myself. So whenever I came back, I'd prepare something, eat and sleep. There was no maid, no nothing. I was just alone.

The only other soul in this house was the security man and he was outside on his post and not inside, so you can imagine the emptiness I feel.

I had reached the door of the kitchen, finally after the slow, torturous movement. I felt drawn yet scared of the unknown or rather, what I'd see.

When I opened the door, my breath hitched. I felt like I couldn't breathe. It was her. I haven't seen her in a long time now.

Seven months to be exact!

Tears pooled in my eyes blurring my vision. I couldn't do it. She turned to see the person by the door. I clasped my hands over my mouth as tears fell.

She was wearing a blue short with a peach sports bra and her favorite yellow apron was tied around her small, bare back.

She really was back.

Did I miss her?

Definitely!

Will I forgive her?

Maybe..scratch that, of course!

Will I hug her?

I won't be able to.

I turned on my heels running the stairs that led to my room. Immediately I got to my door, I could hear her calling me but I didn't want to speak with her, so I shut the door.

"Awele, I'm so sorry. Please, open the door. C'mon didn't you miss me, cause I did. That's why I'm back for you."

I didn't want to see her anymore. I didn't want to speak with her. I just needed her to go...go back to wherever she was coming from.

I didn't need any of them anymore.

I can take care of myself, myself.

I've been doing it...and I'll continue. I don't need them around me.

The knocking became too persistent and loud. She knew better than to knock. It'll only be a matter of seconds before she leaves.

Just as predicted, I couldn't hear her knocks anymore. I stayed by the foot of the door pouring my tears out. It was so painful.

She coming here just brought back memories I didn't want to visit because revisiting them brought tears to my eyes always.

We were so happy, once- No. You're not going back. I wiped my tears off, stood up and went into the bathroom to shower.

While showering, I remembered she was still very much around and the tears came flooding back. Tears mixed with water had their way into my mouth but I didn't care about that. That was my least problem.