YUNG LIES SERIES ~THE LIES OF YUNG LIVES

🥀CHAPTER TWENTY🥀

< You can't calm the storm, so stop trying. What you do is calm yourself >

— Timothy Field.

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                         Anita
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I woke up feeling lightheaded, and sore, everywhere. I rubbed my forehead, and stared out the window— the day was too bright. I checked the time on my phone, it read 10:30 AM. I overslept!

What even happened yesterday? I can't really remember. How did I get home? The only thing I remember was taking a drink Jae got for me, and I guess I was unconscious after that drink.

I got off my bed and stretched like rubber band, then I did some yoga exercises Makayla suggested for me. My door crept open and Damilola walked in, holding a cup of coffee. She didn't even knock— whatsoever.

"Can't you knock?" I snapped at her. She dropped the cup of coffee on my desk, "I brought you coffee." I looked at the coffee, then I directed my vision to her. She folded her arms and glared at me.

"Where did you go yesterday?" I eyed her from head to toe with a disgusted look plastered on my face.

"Church! I told you already."

"Well, today is Sunday and you didn't accompany us to church. Dad and I just returned from first service."

"So? I'm not feeling well." She chuckled and walked closer to me.

"That's what I told dad when he asked about you."

"Where is this conversation going please?" I questioned her impatiently. She was getting on my nerves already.

"Well, I didn't know Jae Paul accompanied you to church," she smirked. "And oh!" She exclaimed, touring my room. "I didn't know you wore a bikini out yesterday."

I blinked in surprise, but I didn't let Damilola see how guilty I was. I managed to hold a straight face. "Erm, I don't understand-"

"Oh you do!" She cut me off. "You understand what I'm talking about and you've got some serious explaining to do."

"Damilola please!" My tone, angered. "I'm not in the mood for rubbish, get to the point already! What do you know?" I grabbed her arm tightly. She narrowed her eyes to my hand that held her arm, then she threw my hand away.

"Don't forget, I'm not your mate!" She warned me sternly. Since when did Damilola start acting strict? What rubbish is this naw?

"You've started hanging out with bad company, bah?"

"I-"

"You should be thanking your stars that I didn't report you to daddy. Jae Paul brought you home yesterday, and you were drunk. He handed me your bag and belongings then he left. Inside your bag, I found the clothes you wore out of the house yesterday."

I became speechless and flabbergasted. I was done for! So senior Jae brought me home last night after the party? Thank God it wasn't daddy that opened the door, my life would have ended last night!

"Anita, why are you acting like this? Since when did you start moving with bad gangs? Eh? I remember the day I saw you and Makayla talking to Megan in the cafeteria, Joy and I were taken aback by your demeanour that day. Why do you want to involve yourself in their messy lives? Dad is doing everything he can to make sure you come out with the best, and you're just taking his efforts for granted-"

"Look, I don't need your advice! Please keep them to yourself and make use of them. And also, don't you dare tell daddy about this else-"

"Else what? What will you do?" She questioned me, walking closer to me. She pointed her index finger at me, "If you don't behave yourself Anita, I won't hesitate to report you to daddy."