WHEN WAR BEGINS!√

Chapter 3

*I sleep with my mouth open?.....

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"Lizzy, come downstairs now!!!"

Mom shouts....she just had to call me, out of all her kids she had to call me, the one that has been sleeping all night and all day. Oh...now I get it, my sisters don't live with us anymore...how could I forget. Living with your mom, ALONE!!, is not paradise. She will make you the maid of the house. Your escape from this world and from your strict mom is sleep only.

" I'm sleeeeping!!",

I yell out,dragging the last word. She can't wake me up at 1:00 in the afternoon. I know 1:00, its a disgrace to girlhood but I have my excuses.

"Really?",

She says entering my room, she is fast, the stares in the house are very large and long I still wonder how she managed to get here in 13,2 seconds of my train of thoughts,I did not even hear her footsteps.

" Rrrhoooo,rhkrkrkrhooo!",

I fake a snore, it doesn't seem fake.

"Firstly, I know my daughter so well, she doesn't snore, she doesn't sleep with her mouth closed,she always hugs her legs when sleeping and her phone is always under her pillow not in her hand for safety reasons,why?,because she has a lot of BOYFRIENDS in that phone!."

Oh Gosh!, she really does know me,...wait, I don't snore when I'm asleep?,

"I sleep with my mouth open?",

no more acting now, I just have to ask. Sleeping with your mouth open is a serious issue, what if flies...what is a moth or a..

" I'm kidding,I just wanted you to cut that scene you just called acting, if you do sleep with your mouth open..."

"No mom its too early for making me want to vomit",

I say cringing at what she said. She laughs at me but not for long until she puts on her serious face.

"You need to get ready, We are going to your fathers house and Bukhosi's family is coming."

The room becomes silence, uncomfortable silence, my dad could be the best father I ever had because he was forever there for me, he took me where ever I wanted to go, laughed with me did everything crazy with me but he had the worst side of him. Divorce is so international these days and for a teens term it was very overrated. My dad was a business man, multi billionaire with one of the most biggest companies in South Africa. He had shares even overseas and I feel as if wealth turned him into a greedy, vicious and selfish man. My dad felt like he owned people just like he owned companies. He wasn't my father he was my owner, he wasn't my moms husband he was her owner. She couldn't take it anymore, she wanted freedom, she wanted to be loved not owned so she brought out the divorce papers. He didnt play fair, the divorce papers haven't been signed and I doubt they will ever be, South Africa is a corrupt place and its easy to blackmail people. Moms plan failed, she decided to move out from under his roof and bought a large penthouse. Dad like I said was a strict business man, whatever he owned he sold wisely. From a young age I knew who I was going to get married to, Bukhosi, why?, because his father was on the same level as my dads and they where good friends. My dad always said...an entrepreneur also needs insurance....I never understood it but now it all makes sense.
"This is not fair, not fair at all, what time are we leaving?". I mumble putting on my night gown and making my bed.

"In an hour, if you think this is unfair, get ready for the worst."

She says leaving my room,

"What about breakfast, I'm hungry!."I yell