Nymphs Of My Dreams✔

| Chapter 22 |

The midnight was  significance for silence , but it's significance wasn't relevant in the prison cell, it was  marketing in the night.

I suddenly heard a sound from the upper bunk, I was new in the cell so I didn't want to meddle with other people's business

I tried so much to abstain from asking any questions but my "goody  two shoes" act took the best of me , I walked up to her and asked if everything was okay , she looked up to me and sent me away

I refused severely to go "Look! This is a prison , everyone stands alone here , now go away!" She said emphatically

I walked and laid back to my bunk with complete embarrassment "I can't let thus slide just like that " I said to my self raring and summoning courage together

I walked back to her and said "I know this is a prison but we all got problems and a problem shared is half solved , so it's either you share with me your problem and solve it " partially " or you just die in tears and misery " I said to her

She looked at me with a strong feeling of antagonism for a while then she bowed her head in enervation , I expected answers from her although she kept to her silence.

I turned back about to go to my bed then she sighed and called me back "Fine I'll tell you" she said. I went back to her and claimed on her her bed .

She kept crying and crying I felt pity for her "I'm not the kind of person you'll say is living a perfect life , everything was okay before she came in..." She said and I asked interrupting her "who came in?".

"My step mom, she's the most cruel woman in the whole world, she treats me nice when I'm around my mom and my dad and  treats me the other way round when they aren't there

One sunny afternoon I arrived from school , I called for my mom but she didn't reply, it was very unusual of her , I walked to her room and saw that she was lying lifelessly on the bed , I dropped my bag in the floor and hurried to meet her

She wasn't able to talk and move , I didn't know what to do, I called my dad but he didn't pick his calls , I was so scared and wistful, then suddenly the devil her self came , she showed sympathy and mercy but I knew it was all fake

She told me to stay with my mom and continue to give her water while she'll go get some drugs , few minutes  later she came back with some drugs and gave my mom

Hours later she was coughing real hard , I rushed from my room to hers and saw that she was foaming from her mouth , I yelled for help but the devil sat on her throne waiting for the demons to bring lunch .

I ran to my step mom's room and told her what happened , she pretentiously showed sympathy and pity however all efforts were lost , she knuckled under to death.

I wept for hours till my dad arrived from work , he was so sad and heart broken  and insisted on burying her the next day.
Later that night I heard the voice of my mom , I was so scared , I ran to the living room with my special blanket and slept there over night

My mom was burnt the next day,  my dad claimed emphatically to hold on to the ashes. Weeks later a letter from my mom's company dropped out my house , my dad opened it and saw that it was an eviction letter.

The land owners and my mom signed a payment  agreement that was broken when she died due to the business bankruptcy.

Few months later they evicted the building and shut down the business , my dad was left jobless for months while the devil kept watching us like a movie, it was the opposite on her side , she had everything she wanted.

One night while I was going to my room I  over heard my dad and that pesky little witch talk about the secrets my dad kept from my mom, it was my dad's wish for my mom to die , he wanted the company and everything all to himself but it was the opposite that happened

My "step mom" threatened to reveal the secret and blame her death all on him  if he doesn't please her and does as she says. My dad leaved in absolute terror and fear for over three months , all the money he gained from the bakery went all to "Her Highness" , feeding for us was very hard, I had to quit school and engage myself in rigorous activities.

The death of my mother created another bond between my dad and I until one day my step mom was talking to her so called  best friend on the phone , she told her she was the one who killed my mom with the drugs her boyfriend gave her

I was so shocked when I heard this , I immediately went to tell my dad , he didn't believe at first until he came to hear for him self, be was so overwhelmed with anger , he then forcefully opened the door and yelled at her when she ended the call.

She pretentiously felt sorry for what she did and begged my dad, I knew she was up to no good, she promised to return half of the money she had collected from him and  make his favorite meal for dinner.

She fulfilled all the played down promises and we all went to bed , I woke up to pee on the middle of the night, I heard a disturbing sound coming from my dad's room , he was foaming from his mouth.

I went to call for help but on getting there my dad had died , I was so sorrowful and scared , I knew I was going to live a more miserably life.

My step mom took the ashes of both my mom and my dad and buried it and spat on the grave . She made me suffer for months , she cut my diet and added more chores to one one I had already been doing.

I didn't have much clothes and stuffs so I thought of shoplifting. One day I anonymously walked into a store and stole a dress but unlucky for me the security camera caught me.

I was brought here for three days and was later released then the devil struck again she pressed false charges against me , she accused me of killing both my mom and my dad.

They took me and arrested me and sentenced me to life in prison " She narrated