The Good, The bad, and The evil

Favorite Ladies II

Genevieve's POV
    My brain was so clouded with murderous thoughts that i almost didn't notice a curled up figure crying on a couch. Tamara.
    The first thought that came to my mind when i saw her was that something terrible had happened to her phone but the thought vanished as quick as it came because i noticed her phone on the floor and it was vibrating due to her Facebook notifications.
"Tam...Tamara what's wrong?" I asked worriedly because i had not seen her cry so much since our parents passed away. She blinked and turned her face before saying "nothing".
I didn't quit. I touched her back and mustered the little strength I had to ask her the same question again.
" I said nothing!  Leave me alone! " She snapped and pushed me away as she stomped to our room. I was too weak to reply her so I went to the kitchen to get the water by myself.

   "I don't blame that stupid Jessica. Is it because her mother is the bursar that her body is catching her?  ( Is it because her mother is the bursar that she is a busybody?)" Tamara started ranting immediately we entered our room after coming back from school.
This was a month after the crying incident. Nothing strange happened again besides the fact that she generously gave me the thong and dress Uncle bought for her to my  surprise. When i asked her why,she simply said she did not like them anymore and I didn't ask further because I didn't want to push my luck.
  "What did she do?" I asked not actually interested in my sister's squabble with her longtime rival. Jessica Adefarasin rivalled my sister at almost everything ranging from beauty, intelligence,popularity, etc since their kindergarten days. It was said that no day goes by without them quarrelling in class since they entered secondary school.
Recently, the girl's mother was  promoted to the position of  bursar at our school and she didn't waste any opportunity she had to rub it on my sister's face.

"She was telling everyone that Mark dumped me for her. Can you imagine?"

I burst out laughing. It was hilarious. My sister and Jessica had been fighting over that cute mulatto guy who came into our school recently. "Who told you?"
"Kemi" Jessica's best friend. I couldn't help my surprise. "Since when?" I asked.
"Since when what?" Tamara was typing on her phone now.
"Since when did you become friends with Kemi?" I asked laying on my bed and weaving my hair.
Tamara made a retching sound " who is friends with that one? I'm just forming (faking) friendship with her .She does not know what I have for her". I ogled at my sister for some seconds before asking her to tell me what Kemi told her. She told me that Kemi told her that Jessica told some seniors who were her friends that Tamara was begging Mark to date her. I couldn't stop laughing.
   Actually, my sister told me that she was the one who confessed her feelings to Mark first before he said he felt the same for her.
" She ( Kemi ) told me that Jessica took screenshots of my chat with Mark through Mark's phone and sent it to her phone. I swear, if Jessica tries anything... " I cut her threat off by asking her "Why is Kemi telling you these sef?"
"She said that Jessica's own is too much ( She said that she has had enough of Jessica's behavior ) and she is just pretending to like her . She did not tell me anything else "Tamara sounded pleased. I wasn't surprised. I knew that those so called 'populars' squads in my school including my sister's  didn't genuinely like each other. I told my sister what i thought. She just scoffed and rolled her eyes before continuing her tale and chatting at the same time.
   Suddenly, she dropped her phone excitedly and faced me with a grin." Do you know the best part? " . l shook my head.
" Kemi said that she sent a nude picture to Mark" I was shocked. "Seriously?"
"Yeah. She even said she will get the picture for me."
Jessica had no idea of what was coming for her.
"What of Mark?" I asked because my sister managed to overlook his side in the story. I mean, he must have been the one who asked for her nude and gave her the incentive to insult my sister. " What happened to him? " She asked nonchalantly. I told her what I thought of him. She didn't look bothered. " I will just warn him" She replied in a tone that suggested I should forget about his side and focus on her revenge on Jessica.
"All I know is that if Jessica shares those chats, I will personally send those pictures to her mother" My sister threatened in an amusing way. I suppressed my laughter. " And if she doesn't? " Tamara shrugged " Well,I'll just show her the picture and tell her that Kemi was the one that gave it to me . Can't wait to see the World War 3 that will take place" She said and laughed while i got up to go and eat my lunch. I pretended to search for something and peeked at the screen of her phone . I saw the name of the person she was chatting with. Mark Lover.

   The night was rainy. It seemed as if the heavens wanted to give away all the rains for the year in one night. The roof throbbed musically to the tune of the raindrops and the wind kept blowing fiercely while pulling our curtains up creating easy passage for itself through the open window.
Tamara and I snuggled up together on her bed with our blankets the usual way we did whenever there was a rainstorm like this because she was scared of thunder and lightening. Both of us were too lazy to get up and lock the windows because the cold weather gave us the numb feeling of being 'glued' to our bed.
When our parents were alive, Mom would come to our room to lock up the windows and stay with Tamara who would be crying and shivering.
   I was so engrossed in reminiscing about the warm and happy past that i didn't realize when hot tears started cascading down my face. "Genny, are you crying?" Tamara whispered.
I swallowed. I didn't want her to hear me.  Soon, i started hearing her sobs which she didn't bother to hide .
I sat up on the bed and asked her what   was wrong . " I miss mom and dad so much " She burst into tears.
I didn't know what to tell her because i 
was also sad myself.
We wept silently throughout the night.

"Why are your faces so gloomy?" Uncle asked us as we settled down on the dining table for breakfast. We made our breakfast by ourselves while Nancy, Uncle's fiancée prepared lunch and dinner for us sometimes when she was  around. She was a journalist at one of the leading TV stations in the city. "Nothing" I replied. Tamara ignored him. When we were done with our breakfast,  Uncle told us that he will be travelling the next day, "ehm... Tamara please come and carry my dirty clothes so that you will give it to the dry cleaner when you come back from school"He said. Tamara threw a quick glare at him which she thought might go unnoticed by me. "Genny should do it. I want to do the dishes". She said coldly. I was taken aback by her reply. I had never seen Tamara so rude to Uncle before.
"I'm asking you to do it,not Genny" Uncle's reply came off rather strongly. I got up from my seat and carried the dishes to the kitchen.

   When i came back,neither of them were at the dining room. I heard Tamara's raised voice as i went upstairs towards Uncle's room because i wanted to hear if Uncle was scolding her.
  "...shameless man and you know that" Tamara's tearful voice startled me. I was so confused by her recent disrespect for Uncle.
"Is it because i just want to play with you,you are disrespecting me,you this stupid girl? Uncle's voice was hoarse and at a lower pitch than Tamara's.
" Shameless man!"Tamara was screaming and crying now."You're lucky that I've not exposed you to Aunty Nancy"She continued and was about to say something but was cut off by a sound i recognized as a slap. I heard my sister yelp in pain as she hit the bed and decided to go in and plead with Uncle not to beat her any further before i heard her scream my name "Genny help me! Somebody help! Get off me!"She cried out.

I barged into the room immediately and beheld the sight that haunted me for months.

  "Why didn't you tell me?" I yelled indignantly. Tamara was sobbing and shivering furiously as she hugged herself on the floor. She didn't reply me and kept on shaking. I was not in the mood to say something to comfort her because i was furious, livid, angry, anything you call it. I wasn't angry with her or Uncle Osas. I was angry with myself. I was angry that i was too clueless to notice it. I was angry that my sister decided to die in silence just because she didn't want the worst person in the world to lose his respect before my eyes. All these was because of me. I felt a familiar sting at my eyes that told me i was also shedding tears.

I ran out of the house. Tamara ran after me "Genny, wait!" She called out. It was my turn to ignore her.   When i got to the gate, i sat down on the floor and the painful realization hit me. We just lost  the last person we called family. I cried like i had never done before.

   We guessed that the worst was over but Uncle Osas proved to us the next day that the worst was yet to kick off.

Author's note

   Sorry guys, i guess this chapter is gonna have a third part but I promise it's gonna be the last part and it will be lit😘.
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