What happens when you fall for someone you know you're not supposed to fall in love with?
''It's cool to have insecurities Jasmine, but controlling it is what matters the most! Do you think I don't get insecure also? I fucking do, but I always keep...
I wipe my face with my face towel as I sit on the dining chair. Today is Saturday and I feel so exhausted to say the least. Everyone knows how Saturday is specifically for house chores in a typical Nigerian home.
I've been up since 8am and it's currently past eleven. My mum left the house early this morning because she had some business to attend to at her place of work, so it's just me and my dad in the house. He just came back from Winnipeg, Canada.
I don't know his purpose for coming back but I know he's going to be around for a while, although my mum said it has something to do with me. I hope I didn't fuck up again.
I walk into the kitchen to take a look at a job well done. Everywhere looked sparkling clean. I'm really impressed. My mum needs to come and see the work her daughter did in her house today.
I'm proud of myself because my kitchen is all white and we all know that it takes a lot to maintain an all white kitchen. Well, with a touch of black but more of white from the counters to the cupboards, to most of the appliances. My mum is obsessed with white, literally. Her room is all white too.
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After a moment of admiration, I begin to search for what to eat in this kitchen of mine. There was a lot of options, making it harder for me to decide. After a moment of meditation and confusion, I decide to settle for some French toast and a cup of tea.
I prepare them in no time and I begin to munch on it, texting with Dave in the process. He didn't falter in making me smile every now and then. I was being very careful tho, so my dad won't just pop out of nowhere to ask me what I was smiling about. Yes, I know I was in my final year of high school, but that didn't change anything in the sight of my dad. He will still seize my phone at any little mistake I make.
For some reason, Dave has become more nicer which is awkwardly weird because I'm already used to him treating me like I didn't matter. Initially, I found it really hard to adapt to this new him but I was fitting in tho. It's not like I had a choice. I feel my phone begin to buzz just as I went to drop my plate in the kitchen. Trust me when I say I rushed that food like a hungry bitch. I wasn't even satisfied, to be honest.
I clean my hands with the hand towel as I pick up my phone to check for who was calling. Lo and behold, it was him. Grinning like a kid who just saw a house filled with candies, I pick the call and place it on my ear.
"Nigga I thought we were just texting like a minute ago?" I say as I walk down to my room. I didn't want my dad walking in on me making a phone call. Yes, I was that careful from him. I didn't want anything that will make us cross paths in anyway. If you see us on the road, you won't even know that he's my father. The only thing that connects us together is my education, and sometimes, my birthday.
"You weren't replying for like a minute I thought you left me." Dave grumbled from the other end. Did I mention that he has become more overprotective and possessive too?
