~ SEQUEL TO TOO MANY BROKEN THINGS ~
The beginning of the new school term is far from anticipated when a number of final year students are planning to resume with sharp bladed knives and bullet filled rifles hidden cautiously in their back pockets...
Okay, my babies. I'm homeeee. Mummy is backkkkk. And as promised, I was going to surprise update during the week, so here I am. Even if I'mate sha. But, in Rihanna_Adedeji's voice, "OOPS!🫣" 😂😭❤️
Oya, this is just to spoil you guys for being such loyal readers and to thank you too as we are so close to 5k reads on TMBT II and that's half of 10k, so yes, I LOVE YOU and trust me, you WILL enjoy this update. You will lick it the fuck up. I promise you!❤️🔥
And as usual, we can't forget to give a shout out to our Co-Comment of the Week (since I'm updating twice this week, loll), so:
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Just because vin_nie90 KILLED me with this comment. 😂 So, give it up for them for winning the Comment for the Week (Winner II) this time around!👏🏾 And let's see if Mama Acha, Acha, Chido and Nana will all pretend to faint. 😂👏🏾
~ACHA~
Maybe that's why those pearly white teeth were flashing our way, that sharp-like familiar grin following us as we descended down the stairs, right up until we caught it and halted on our tracks. Staring back at the terror, the only human on earth that I could vouch was more insane than Sean Ayomide.
Of course, it was the woman he had inherited it all from: His brute. His audacity. That fucking psychotic smile too. The last person that we would have wanted to run into right now, the last person that needed to see me right now.
Mrs. Regina Ayomide.
Most of my memories with Sean, under the ruthless tyranny of his mother, hovered around the ages of six and seven. And frankly, those were the core of my childhood memories.
When we were seven, for example, I visited Sean's house on the eve of New Years and the little bastard preferred to not tell me that his Mum already had plans for the family that night. It was a trap, I fell into it, and before I knew it, the woman was pulling me and Sean by the ears into her white Range Rover and while I screamed asking where we were going and Sean was spewing out tears beside me, she never said a word until we were in front of Redeemers Church for the New years Crossover celebration.
Of course, me and Sean came up with this genius plan to run away. He stole a carton sheet from the Children's church while they were preparing for their drama presentation and I dipped my hands into Mummy Go's bag to steal a pen, and together, we ran into the top deck of the building, plotting like deranged criminals planning a prison break, both of us scribbling a perfect-plan map against that carton sheet with all seriousness and vigour. Our escape plan.
