Obsessed

twenty-two | speeches

Amirlya

I swallowed the lump in my throat as she inspected my dorm. It was small, but I tried to keep it as clean as possible. Just so when she made her unannounced visits, I wouldn't have to hear her hour long lecture on how I was dirty, ill-mannered, and tarnishing her name.

"Why is this here?" She asks. I look to what she was referring to and it was a plastic bowl filled with chips on my nightstand. They were from Anui's house when we had our Disney marathon, she let me keep the rest and of course I couldn't decline.

"Chips mama." I respond, carefully.

"ChIpS mAmA." She mocks. "Chips aren't supposed to be like this, when you have food you store it in a proper place, have I taught you nothing?" She scolds.

If there's one thing anyone should know about Glodie Lomami, is that she's a complete neat freak. While it was irritating, I understood her to an extent. She grew up in poverty back in Africa, her home was always dirty. When she came to America she made the effort to always make sure everything was clean. Unfortunately, her cleaning obsession would be forced down to me. I had to abide by her strict rules. I couldn't eat anywhere other than the kicthen, if I didn't use a coaster she'd spank me, if she even saw a speck of dust my ear would get pulled. Cleaning the house was very Friday, emptying the fridge was every Tuesday, and disposing of the trash was every two days.

My childhood consisted of constant labor to keep our home tidy. We had the cleanest home in the hood essentially.

I was beyond grateful that I had the opportunity to move out.

"I'm sorry, I will take care of it."

She makes a "'mtchew" sound at my response and continues to examine the rest of my dorm. She says nothing once she can't find anything else to criticize.

"My daughter, you know I love you right?"

"Yes."

"So you know that I want the best for you."

"Sit down."

I sit down at her request and prepare myself for an earful of nonsense speech.

"On WhatsApp, I saw a video of a lady, she took her child to university and he didn't come back. Amirlya. Be careful! There's a lot of witches in this country." She expresses.

One thing about my mom, she's going to believe any video or post she sees on the internet. I used to try to convince her they were fake, and that people spread misinformation at the expense of other's fears to go viral. She wouldn't listen.

"You think cause you're in white people land you cannot face witchcraft? You are wrong! You must pray."

"I will mama."

"Don't say you will if you will not do. You must do or the devil will prosper."

Okay miss ma'am

"I will I promise, I read my Bible every night Mommy." I point to the Bible that I haven't touched in months.

"It's good it's good. But next thing, I know that university children like to party a lot. I know you are a good girl. You can NEVER do such things to disgrace me. But are you still virgin?"

Here we go...

Sandra

I don't think he gets it. June Vatican is mine and will forever be mine. He can't say otherwise. There's literally nothing he can say or do that will change our destiny.

I was made for him and vice versa. There's nobody else who fits well with him. So he can take the glare he's throwing at me and shove it up his ass!

I bet he doesn't know that I know that he knows about his little plan to find loopholes in order to free himself from the contract.

In his dreams!

His family owes us, and there's no way, absolutely no way! I'm going to let the future CEO of TEIC Inc slip away to some black bitch who can't afford a Micheal Kors purse! She's nothing, a scum, a waste of space on my Earth and she'll be dealt with.

To think, that he would even be traveling with her all over the city, taking her on dates that he should me taking ME.

I don't know what I did to deserve it, but daddy WILL be hearing about it and there WILL be consequences.

June is as stubborn as a mutt but he hasn't even experienced the surface level of what I'm capable of. If his stupid father could fall for the trap Daddy set for him, there's no doubt June would catch onto mine.

I glare right back at him, ignoring whatever his old washed out mother has to say. My food was getting cold and I could care less. I don't eat FAT! And this steak on my plate made me want to hurl. I needed my ice cold sparkling water with a hint of lemon asap.

Did these people want me to contract type two diabetes?

The spirit of obesity is clearly looking to kill me and I was one tick away from ordering his stupid butler to grab me a small plate of unsalted cucumbers and bring this disgusting platter to the garbage, where it truly belongs!

"As you all know, we are here to bring us close as a family. We have known each other for years, but it's time we truly make an effort to become one." His dad states.

I can tell by the look on June's stupid handsome face that he didn't want to be here. Well boo fucking hoo, it's not like he had the option to leave. Trust, if I could be at Hermes shopping for my next pair of pumps I would. But no, I had to be here, cause I'm obligated to. WE are obligated to, why can't he see that?!

"I have something to say to our, family..." June suddenly stands up.

"As you all know, I'm the heir of TEIC Inc, and I'm proud to replace, Do- my father and make the company stronger than ever. Before I do that, I need to marry. It's a symbol of my maturity, a way to really push the importance of family values. and show how our industry can appeal to American households. I understand this and I whole heartedly agree. There's just one thing I can't seem to compromise on."

The room is silent as we all stare at him. He looks at each of us one by one until his eyes finally lock with mines. A mischievous grin forms on his face and he chuckles before continuing his speech.

"I won't marry Sandra Gullock, in fact, I'd rather kill myself. I will have another wife, one that you all don't know of yet. She will be the mother of my children and the second authority of my company. You will ALL respect her, and no one or nothing can stop me from marrying her." His eyes are still on me as he sits down.

There's nothing that stops me from chucking the glass of wine towards his face.

And I'll use one of the glass shards to cut through Amelia's face when I'm done with her!