Mirrored Hearts

13

Temi's POV

I inhaled deeply on the cigarette in between my fingers and then I puffed out a smoke that shaped like a ring.

I sat on my bed with the curtains shut and the lights turned off. I glanced around the room and my eyes adjusted to the darkness. The room was in complete disarray, like there had been a mini storm in here. Clothes dangled from the chair beside the door and my books had left their home on the shelf and were scattered in various parts of the room. Some clothes lay about on the floor as well and my wardrobe door was ajar, in there had been a tornado as well. I had been really disorganized this week.

I plopped my pillow and crashed into it with my left hand under my head. I continued puffing on the cigarette, and the smell of the cigarette filled the air in the room.

I was thinking about that Lela girl. She never talked to me neither did she look my way all week. She treated me like I was some piece of trash. Me, the guy every girl wants. Not that I cared, I had also avoided her.

'Or did I?'

I tried giving her, her space but, at every opportunity I got, I tried talking to her. I don't know what's wrong with me but, I can't stop thinking about her. Her smile and her voice always played games in my head.

'What have you done to me, Lela?'

I jumped on my feet when I heard something crash. I put off the cigarette in my hand and left it on the table beside my bed. The noise came again and I rushed out of the room.

The sound came from the living room. I jolted in there and pulled the fool away from my mother.
Her face was swollen already and her clothes had been ripped apart, she was wailing and looked devastated.

I turned to him and asked, "Ahhh. Kilo sè?! Must you always be this heartless and useless?!"

He stepped closer to me. His eyes were bloodshot and he reeked of alcohol.

"Who are you to speak to me in such a manner?" He drawled while poking his index finger in my chest. The stench of alcohol that exuded from his mouth was discomforting and I moved back.

"You are a very useless man, you know? You do nothing but to come home drunk and late, after frolicking with those whores out there and you come back home, reeking of alcohol and beating up your wife!" I said with gritted teeth.

"Temi!" My mom pulled my right arm, but I jerked it away and ignored her.

"So, you are super man now? Òmò alè." He staggered.

'God! He stinks. Such a stupid man.'

"Well, you are no different. If I'm a bastard, that makes you the father of a bastard."

"Hey!" He yelled and he raised his hand to hit me, but my mother came in between us.

"Enough!" She yelled. She should have just let him try hitting me. I'm no longer that kid who would cry on his mother's laps whenever his useless drunk of a father would beat him. I would have shown this fool how tough I had become.

He hissed and staggered towards his bedroom. "Iya atì òmò tì ò wulò." He muttered as he went off.

"Temi! You shouldn't have exchanged words with him. No matter what, he remains your father." My mom said and sh threw herself on the leather sofa which made a thud.

"I shouldn't have? Really mommy? That man deserves more than what I told him. You should have let him lay his filthy hands on me and he would have been a dead man by now." I retorted.