Tragedy of the African Cinderella [Black Book3]✔

9.

'I think this is the right time to cut it,'

'He might wake up,'

'You can drop him in the middle of the road like a bag of rice, I swear he wouldn't bulge. It's now or never Eloise,'

'You're right. It's time for revenge,'

"Bloody No!" Ace jutted out of bed sweating profusely. He touched the first thing which came to his mind--his hair.
Such a dream should never occur. He thought.

"Nightmare?" he heard the velvety familiar voice behind him. Eloïse was standing before the full-length mirror in a pair of shorts and a body cleaving pink tank top adjusting her curls.

"Jesus, What the fu--"

"Uh uh, no cursing,"

Ace rubbed his eyes in aghast, could he be double dreaming?

"Where you from? How and when did you reach here?"

His door flung open, "Is he awake? Oh, son, how I missed you so. How have you been?" his mum rushed towards him with showers of kisses.

"Mum, stop. I'm ok, I'm fine," he shrunk.

"You woke up just in time," his father appeared with Nathan and Bethany on his heels. They both rushed to his perplexed entirety for a hug.

"What the hell is happening here?"

"Get tidy," Zaphrina said, "meet us in the hotel's restaurant for breakfast in ten. Eloïse, let's go,"

"We were at the brink of doing it, brother," Eloïse exposed a sly grin, pulled out a pair of scissors from her pocket and waved it at him as she exited the room in reverse motion.

Ace blinked a couple of times then returned to bed, expecting to wake up again to see that it was all a dream.

"In ten Ace, I mean it." his mum shut the door after her last warning.

"This really isn't a dream," he whispered.

Ace didn't just dash into the bathroom like an obedient dork, he spread the glass door open for the youthness of the morning to baptize him. He squinted his eyes both as a result of the sun and as the thought of his family right inside his room that very morning.
He raked his hair with a long sigh then walked to the extreme end of the veranda.

It'd been three days since he saw 'Nora', hopefully, he heard the name right. Just three days ago, the sight which unraveled before him was du jamais vu; He hadn't succeeded in getting the awful image out of his head in as much as he fought to.
Child abuse manifested before his eyes like an imago breaking out of its pupa. Unbelievable!

When her silhouette didn't come insight during his five minutes presence, he resigned and flew to the bathroom.

"Sorry we didn't inform you earlier," his mum began once she sighted his nearing figure, "we sort of wanted to surprise you."

"There's more to the story isn't it?" Ace pulled out a seat next to Nathan and opposite Eloïse. Beth was busy mind-boggling on which food she would gladly love to occupy her plate and stomach with.

His mum sighted his dad. They both were going through their usual eyeball communication.
"Actually," she began, "your father has been in contact with the minister of mine, industries and technological development for quite a while now to aid him to discuss with the Indo-Chinese consortium responsible for Cameroon Automotive Industry Company. They both had a meeting five days ago at the capital city where we were at and left us with a promise of reaching us as soon as they could,"