YUNG LIES SERIES ~THE LIES OF YUNG LIVES

🥀CHAPTER EIGHTEEN🥀

< The key to success is action, and the essential in action is perseverance >

- Sun Yat-sen.

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                       Ramson
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"Call Azaman, call azaman, call azaman, call azaman. I dey find money, like say na Shazam...." While dressing up, I sang along to the song that played on my amp. I sprayed my perfume and cologne, then I read the address Zion sent for the party.

Walking downstairs, I heard a distant chatter which made me lower my pace and eavesdrop.

"But this is your child, Eric," Mom cried over a phone call. "How can you just abadon me like this?"

All I could say in my head was- I told you so...

I knew from the very beginning that Eric is nothing but a playboy and gold digging asshole. I tried to warn mom about him, but she's so desperate for a relationship. Ever since my dad walked out on us, she's been jumping from one relationship to another, like a frog. I believe she's just doing so, inorder to distract herself, but there's a proper way to do it. You shouldn't just start a relationship without knowing the person first, right?

Well, my mom's case is different. Once she meets a stranger for the first time, automatically they've started dating.

"I hate you!" Mom yelled out loud, smashing her phone on the glass stool in the living room. The servants rushed over quickly and started cleaning up the mess. One of the servants picked mom's phone up, and handed it over to her.

"I don't want it! Just get rid of that thing, it reminds me of the phone call with that bastard," She fumed, shooing the servant away.

I don't want to intervene, so I walked down the stairs and headed out. "Where are you going?"

I turned to face mom, who's face was smeared with make-up due to excessive sobbing. "I'm going to a party my guy is hosting."

"And you're just going to leave me in this condition?"

I didn't ask you to get pregnant for some nigga.

"What am I supposed to do?"

"You should stay here to console me, don'tcha think?" I laughed out at her statement, holding my chest. "What's so funny?"

"I think you've forgotten that I'm not in your little family, remember what I said? I made it clear that you should count me out!"

"Ramson, how dare you?"

"See, mom, don't annoy me. I have somewhere I need to be. So when you're done crying yourself a river, build a fucking bridge and get over it."

Mom's eyes welled up with more tears, but I ignored her and left. I slammed the front door shut and got into my Mercedes.

I no fit for family drama.

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It rained earlier, but it didn't take long for the scorching sun to start biting skins. I walked into the beach party, sounds of clinking glasses and ice, laughter and chatter, and music dropping to a bass-thumping beat, filled the atmosphere.

Everyone seemed carefree and joyful, with a air of sophistication. The smell of fresh flowers and delicious food made it obvious it's a rich kid's party. Apparently, Zion isn't hosting this party, a friend of his is the host. And Zion just invited some of his friends and permitted us to invite our friends.