In Between.

#12

This chapter is dedicated to @darkgirlnextdoor.  For being awesome and for helping me and encouraging me.

So................ where were we. Yes!

My legs pulled me out of my room as my heart slammed against my ribs, while my thoughts danced around like this was a rodeo.  I was more than scared, scared was an understatement,  as a thousand and one things came to my head, whilst i pondered on what would have happened to him.

 This was Nigeria,  the country that was known for kidnapping, gang violence and other sorts of crimes i could never mention or even think about and now, the best possible thought was that he was kidnapped.

I reached the kitchen where my mum was clad in a light blue apron with a bowl of chicken in her hand and sweat on her forehead. "Mum." I was out of breath as I grabbed the next available stool and practically collapsed on it.

"What?" Her face showed disgust as she dropped another chicken into the pot without even turning her head towards me. "Iyanu....he just  called me now and said he needs help." I released another breath as my mum lifted her eyes quickly to look at me before looking back at the chicken in her hand.

"And who is Iyanu?" My mouth dropped open, my jaw basically kissing the floor as I stared at my mother. Seconds passed before I could say anything or even realise that so quickly he was a forgotten member of the family.

"What?" My mom looked up as she dropped the  last set of chicken into the pot, annoyance written all over her expression. "You don't  know Iyanu again?" I jumped down from the stool as she balanced on her right leg and squinted at me.

"Anna's brother." She simply stated as I nodded. "And what now happened?"  She frowned at me as I repeated what I said earlier. Breathing in deeply before exhaling, she dropped the bowl and walked out of the kitchen grabbing her phone and dialing a mystery number.

She looked so calm and collected unlike me who was paranoid with my fingers constantly finding their way in between my teeth, almost like a second nature. With her hands on her waist, my mother shut her eyes as if she were praying. I found myself loosing interest in my mother as I unlocked my phone and looked at the number again. The urge to cry built up suddenly in my chest as I sniffed lightly.  

I ran back up the stairs to Laura's room. Pounding loudly on her wooden door, I dialed Anna's number as she swung the door open, clearly pissed off at me. Walking into her room and practically pushing her out of my way, I held my breath waiting for Anna to pick.

Pacing round the room as Laura just stared at me quietly I held in the tears that threatened to spill out. I felt like smashing my phone as I heard the annoying voicemail say, "The number you've called is not answering please try again later."

Dropping my phone on the bed, I sat down, my chin on my thumb as Laura leaned against the edge of her study table and watched me, the corner of her lips lifted up in an 'when-you-are-ready-talk'.

"Iyanu just called me and said he needs help." I placed my head in my palms as I heard her move away from the table and towards me, "Who is Iyanu?". And once again, the most annoying question at the moment was thrusted in my direction and I resisted the urge to scream at Laura and at mum and even at that stupid woman over the phone.