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#5 - Me and A Mess

I was a fan of books and movies, I read and watched all kinds of shit and most of it seemed surreal. Like how do you go into depression because of a boy, courtesy wattpad.

I've heard people say movies are like real life but I've never been one to believe that. Movies hardly seemed realistic enough when they were African but American movies were different.

I always hated Nigerian movies, as why I wasn't really educated on how a typical Nigerian should behave, so at this moment in my life, I was frozen.

I cussed at my stupid self for always watching foreign movies and neglecting my only source of understanding life. But now, I'd have to wing it.

I ducked low as one of my mother's pumps flew across the room, her screaming was enough to block out the sound of glass shattering. "How dare you say such a thing!?!" What did my dad say?

I crawled towards the passage door that lead to my room, tuning out the sound of screams and cusses. What the hell was going on？ I'd never seen my parents fight, this was new to me, scary even.

The moment I spotted the door, I quickened my movement but unfortunately for me, my hand made contact with a very sharp object. I held back a squeal, biting my lip as I pushed the door open and rushed through.

I hurried to my room, wanting to get far away from my parents. Today was a mess, from fights at school to fights at home, this was awful.

I climbed onto my bed and lay on my back, it was aching and for some reason, I couldn't recall where I had kept my bag, it's pretty much a blur up till this moment. A dull throb caught my attention and I winced at the sight of my hand.

A chunk of ceramic was lodged into my palm, it was disgusting to look at. Heading out of my room, I moved quietly into the bathroom. I pulled out a bottle of spirit and cotton wool with bandages.

It took a while to build up the stamina to pull out the piece and another long while to pull it out. The sting from each time I cleaned the area was enough to help me finish quickly.

I hurried back into my room, hoping no one had noticed me. Luckily for me, I had an injured left hand, not my right. Realizing I hadn't been online in a while, I picked up my phone and did a little updating.

I replied to a couple of messages before my eyes landed on a familiar name. Clicking on it, I read the text and a faze of confusion took place on my face.

Remember me?

I decided to reply to this strange message the best way I could, with another question. Hoping I didn't sound mean, I clicked send.

Kolupo Davis:
Why would I remember you?

It seemed he was online cause he replied immediately.

So, you don't remember me.

I furrowed my brows at the phone screen, racking my brain for any memory of him, I came out blank.

No

I waited a few seconds, then the reply came in.

Okay, then let's get to know each other.

Fine, What do you wanna know?

Anything, everything？

Em, I'm Kolupo, I read and I like food. Oh and I'm female.

Lol, I knew half of those things.

Meh

Well, I'm Kenny. I'm a boy and I like food.

Copy cat!

Meh

I couldn't help laughing, this guy was a character and he was amusing. I tried once more, thinking of who he could be but came up with nothing.

Hello!?!

Sorry, I'm back.

Yh, so what's up

The sky, clouds, soon to be moon and stars etc.

Lol, I guess so.

What school do you go to?

What school do you go to?

Navy, answer my question.

Navy. Ogbomosho.

Hmm

Hmmer

Hmmest

Hmmerest

And that was the start of a long night of texts and laughter. Kenny wasn't so bad, he was actually much nicer than I expected. He didn't flirt with me, call me 'babe' and he even used full words, shocking right?

I was pulled away from my phone the moment I heard a scream and the slam of the front door. Curiosity got the best of me and I found myself moving towards the living room.

It was a mess, the room was destroyed. Pillows ripped, picture frames in shambled, and the curtains were the only thing left untouched. The rest of the room was a dump.

The only sight of a living thing was my daddy, he was sitting on the floor with his face in his palms. I had never seen him like this and it scared me.

My mum was MIA and that wasn't a good sign at all, only God knows what she would be doing. I slowly turned and left to my room, there was just one question in my mind.

What caused this mess?