The November Order

💎 XXV : 3-56

"Hey dad?"

"Hey dad?"

"Hey daddy?"

Zogie jumped out of bed and clenched his fists. His heart was pounding in his chest and it felt like he was fighting against the pressure of a dam opening right in his face. He leaned against a wall and sank to the floor with his face buried in his hands. He spared a glance at his bed side digital alarm clock and sighed. Three hours and fifty six minutes after midnight, he'd only slept for two before waking up. He wiped his eyes and pulled himself up with the surrounding furniture. He walked to his wardrobe and took out his gym towel, he chuckled as he stared at his reflection in his mirror, "still got a long way to go blue," he muttered to himself and walked out of the room down the stairs.

He slipped out of the kitchen door and walked to his outdoor gym. It wasn't yet a standard gym but he'd gotten a bench and a weight rack in addition to his treadmill. He would work on saving more money to pay it off. His mom was still adamant about him forming a stable income for himself outside the family business and it's underground affiliations. so far he was the youngest and only selection of the new generation that was being groomed to take over eventually.

He sat down on his workout bench and took a deep breath. The sounds of the crickets and other nocturnal organisms helped him to keep his mind at peace. He pulled a dumbbell from his rack and started pumping. He stopped raising the dumbbells and stared at the sky he sighed and laid on the floor.

"I miss you," he muttered. The sounds of the night seemed to fade away as tears formed in his eyes, "I really miss you, I wish you were still here to deal with everything, I don't want to have this kind of job," he wiped his face but the tears kept coming out, "I can't handle it, it's like everywhere I go, everywhere I turn, I'm reminded that I have such a big role to play. Why do I have to be the one that has to become the right hand?"

The night responded with silence.

He chuckled dryly, "I guess it doesn't really work like in the movies after all," he closed his eyes, "I love you dad, I wish you were still around. But I guess I can't complain much, i had you for twelve year's I wonder if you and aunty Ida are in a better place."

A cock crowed and the thirteen year old stood up. He kept his dumbbells back in their place and walked back into the house. He had a lot of grime to wash off his body before the rest of the family woke up.

He slipped into the kitchen and bolted the door. He turned around and made to walk out of the space. He stopped in his tracks when his mother coughed. He turned around slowly with a nervous smile, "mommy lamogun," he visibly paled as she raised her cup of coffee to her mouth.

"Zogie Bluejay Adun, what did I say about these night business?" she had her lips drawn in a straight line as she stared at him.

Zogie offered a sheepish smile, "to stop it?"

She motioned for him to come closer, "sit down dear," she took a sip from her steaming cup of coffee while he walked to the chair, "do you know why you and your siblings were named after colours?"

"Cause you and dad like colours?"

She chuckled, "well not really," she squeezed the thirteen year olds shoulders, "the reason isn't really as spectacular as I would like but it's still meaningful. You see, me and your dad wanted to give you all royal sounding names but we didn't want precious stones or anything expensive sounding. So we decided on colours and we went through the rainbow colours but your dad was pretty adamant about not naming you indigo."

Zogie scrunched his eyes, "bleh, primary school would have been worse than hell. Just imagine me being called indy-indy," he shuddered, "thank goodness."