.~The Divinity Of The Unsane~.
There's an identity crisis four young adults are facing. On the verge of discovering themselves, they are faced with so many obstacles that either saves or kills them.
Priscilla Elzer South is the only daughter of a re...
Author's Note: There is time difference in Andrew's side and Priscilla's side. We should know that that of Andrew is a bit fast paced. As you can see, it's almost a week since the death of Chimdi as hinted in the previous chapter. But it's just two days here since Priscilla went to Austin's house and caused havoc.
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Enjoy!
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Some children are simply born with tragedy in their blood.
~Unknown.
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~☆PRISCILLA ELZER SOUTH☆~
High functioning bitch?!
I nearly chuckled because asides being aware of what I am, it was pathetic to hear that from dad.
Sitting on his throne- a plush lilac exquisite sofa, with his tall half filled glass of white wine he looked like the Babylonian queen of so many sorrows who Aunty Tori- sitting right beside him in place of mom, had once told me of.
I tried to take a deep breathe because the air was beginning to get suffocative and the three pendant lights which were hung at differing heights made the living room look so damn bright, as though the spotlight was right on me.
Even though it seemed so much like it.
I tried to keep up with the neutral look when deep down, my soul was soaking and having multiple convulsive flips in the sea of curiosity of where the exact fuck mom is.
I wasn't thinking of how Aunty Tori who lives seven seas away in Kastina got here. Nor why I was standing in the middle of the living room like a thief at no mercy of angry mobs.
"You're demonic, Elzer. How many ill reports of yours will we keep getting from your school? Are you the only student in Intel High?!" Father- Christian South roared, his eyes charging at me even before his hands did.
I didn't veer back. Standing and watching was all that could be done at that moment, so I stood and watched with the width of my lips ready to stretch anytime soon into the widest smile ever, cutting through it's elastic limit while I laugh like a broken music record.
"Christian!" Disappointment was etched all over Aunty Tori's face as she gave dad the side eye.
"You didn't have me leave my husband and kids back there in this period of crisis so as to watch you dehumanize Priscilla, did you?!"
Not just in age, but she was the older one in everything, including common sense which happened to be a rare commodity for father to find.
