STRANGE

Chapter 15- Confronting gone wrong

   "And what the hell do you think you're doing here? You know more than anything YOU ARE NOT WELCOME" I gritted the last part through the bars that my teeth had formed as rage, anger, pain and tears build up all round my body and I could swear at this point I was hotter than a boiling kettle at 105 degrees.

     "Last time I checked, this is my home and the only thing not welcoming me here is you" she replied like a riff Raff teenage girl and pushed right passed me and made her way into the house.

     "Point of correction, it might be your house but it'll never be a home to you ever again. You had better get out of here and it's for your own good else shit is gonna go down here. Shit that we are both gonna regret"

I usually don't cuss but whenever it comes to Andrea my mind kinda develops, iono, a mind of its own as words just come out hopefully hurting every ounce of dignity she might have in her just trying to get her to stay away from me.

      "Oh is that now little Eunica, you are going to have to deal with it now because I am going to be here for a loooooong time hunnie"

Presently we were in the kitchen and she proceeded to the fridge and from what I saw it looked like she was making a sandwich like it was normal for her to even be here. She wasn't even half phased that I looked like the killer joker from suicide squad right now.

Remembering I had some guests over I tried to pull every dot of sanity in me to make out the next set of words that'd be coming outta me.

     "I do not want to repeat myself Andrea so I'm gonna say this one last time. What the hell do you think you're doing here?!"

     "Like I said before darling I'm here to stay. I'm back home, and you had better start getting used to it. For your own good sweetheart"

     "I....AM NOT GONNA GET USED TO ANYTHING SO YOU HAD BETTER STOP SAYING THAT SHUT UP AND GET THE FRIDGE OUT OF MY FATHER'S HOUSE!!!!"

    "Ugh I am so sick of you Andrea. You go around hoeing yourself here and there and doing whatever the hell God-knows-what and when one your random, not to forget numerous boyfriends gets tired of you, you come back here deceiving yourself that you're back home when really you're just here to cool off for a good amount of days before you go back out there and pick up from where you stopped!!! You really think I'd fall for the 'im home' trick ever again? Well sorry to burst your bubble loco Lucy but it ain't never happening and the earlier you realise this and forget completely about this family, the longer your chances of living on this earth are"

     I was almost completely breathless after my rant but I was tired of bottling up anything anymore. I thought I could just bottle everything to the extent of forgetting it but with time I realised that the brain remembers every single thing that happens to a person in life. It may be dormant in some areas, dormant to the extent that you might feel that you've forgotten it but the painful reality is that it's still there. And all it needs is a little trigger for that dormant side of the brain to come back to life.

In my case, Andrea was the trigger. Andrea was all I needed just by the mere sight of her for the dormant side of my brain that I thought had forgotten about her came back to life. That dormant side that, still had its flashing red lights, beep Boop beep boop, telling me that it's there but I tried to surpress and try to forget it. All the memories, of her with him. Of she allowing him, hit me, allowing him haul insulting words at me, allowing him threaten me to never tell if what I saw.

I was a kid, I didn't understand what was going on. But even in that tender state I knew what she did was wrong. I just didn't know why she was doing it. Why did she have to do it. What pushed her to it. More importantly, why did she allow him even set eyes on me. I thought I was her child. I thought she was supposed to love me, to protect me, but I was proven wrong, and at the wrong time too.