Two Mistakes Ago

Chapter 8

"Young lady! Don't bring yourself! I am tired of all your rubbish. You and your brother are worthless brats! That stupid boy, he will soon hear from me! I paid all that money for him to end up as a DJ in that shameless club full of rascals right?"

"Mum don't!!!! Don't bring him into this. Imagine he was not there last night, I would have died in that club out of embarrassment. Fred is my brother! You can't call him a brat in my presence!"

"Oooh...I'm quite impressed. You still have the mouth to talk. After your naked pics are trending on Facebook. I sent you to school so that you will come and be clubbing like a dog at DNA not so? If you come any closer.. I will slap you out of this building. Idiot!!"

"Mum! Stop creating a scene here!"

"Why did you have to come here with your real face! For everyone to know you are my daughter.. Ah! Finally! My enemies have won the battle! My children are rascals. Take a look at this picture! Look!!! My two kids in a warm embrace walking out on a scandal at DNA. How will this make me look in front of my employees? Tell me! And as if that's not enough you follow me here with your uniform for everyone to know you are my daughter!"

"Mum I only came here to apologize..don't make this any difficult for me. You have no idea what I am going through! My friends are teasing me, calling me a whore! I am so depressed. Please forgive me. I can't bear your anger in a moment like this. Besides its even your fault I turned out like this! You barely have any time for us mum! You should have been home on a Friday night to prevent me from going out! But where were you? Where!?"

"Oya now.. Blame me!! Its my fault you were standing naked in the middle of an adult night club when you are only 14! And its also my fault your picture is circulating on social media. Yes! I was the one who told you to go and make a fool out of yourself at that night club! I don't even know how I ended up with useless kids like you and Fred! Clearly I just ruined my vagina for nothing by giving birth to you! I should have aborted you! And that punk Fred! I don't even know why I adopted him! I should just send him back to the orphanage where he belongs. Good for nothing idiots. Now get out of here before I hit you in front of everyone!!! Oh yes I would! I would hit you soo hard..."

"...No! No! You are not going to hit me again! I would kill you. If you touch me one more time you will be dead! I am 14 years now and you can't hit me!!!"

Before I knew it the tall woman had slapped her daughter. I felt so bad. This girl had received two slaps in two days. Her mother was glaring at her, ready to devour her. She was pretty, with large oval eyes sitting in a good amount of mascara and a pointed nose. Her lips were quite thick, but she had no lipgloss or lipstick on so she looked just fine. Her skirt was beautiful, white and black stripes and a golden waist band. But she was seriously hitting her daughter in front of everyone, right in the middle of the reception. The girl pushed her to the ground and she hit her waist on the receptionist's desk. Everything was happening so fast. They were yelling at each other when Daniel and I entered at first. About two or three other employees were just staring at the woman and her teenage daughter. When she started getting physical with the girl, we were all too surprised. Yes, she threatened to slap her, but we didn't know she was serious about this. It was when the girl shoved her into the receptionist's desk that I remembered the bystander intervention seminar I attended years ago. I did not even know what to do. My feet were simply not moving. Just then, an extremely good looking gentleman came out from no where and tried to carry the woman. She was under the desk wailing loudly like a frog.

"Fred, come quickly! Get your sister out of here!" he called out to Fred, who just got off a commercial motorcycle. When he entered, I noticed he was the same handsome 22 who sent the girl out of DNA last night.

"That's Cruella and her spoilt daughter! and that's her son. She adopted him when he was three. Now he's almost 19," Daniel explained.

"Oh, he looks 22".

"Sheila, it's maturity. This guy is very decent. He's the most wanted DJ at DNA though".

"She detests her children so much! I think these kids are good looking and very cool. Why does she hate them?" I asked regretfully knowing all this was my fault. If I had just left her there in the washroom with Nana. She wouldn't have stormed out half-naked and no one would have taken pictures of her. She might have gotten pregnant or infected if Nana had succeeded in sleeping with her, but that pain would have been felt some time later. Better still, I could have approached the whole issue lovingly, luring her to come out of the washroom with me. I should not have called the police or yelled at her, let alone slap her. Guilt was taking the greater part of my face.

"Hey! What's wrong with your face. Cruella doesn't just detest her kids, she detests every human being. She detests you, even though she hasn't even met you yet. Bear that in mind," Daniel said. I am sure he was wondering what look that was on my face.

"Oh..Okay, Okay, Alright," I said continuously like an idiot.

"And the guy, carrying her away..that's Ato, my guy!! Hard guy!!" He said so gladly.

There was nothing to be glad about. This Cruella or whatever her name is might end up dead and my first day at work would be unpleasantly remarkable. I didn't want that to happen.

Cruella was carried out of the office immediately Fred entered.

I turned to look at the girl whose uniform was soaked in tears and whose mother was in serious pain. All I saw on her face was anguish.