The Last Holiday

CHAPTER EIGHT

Chapter 8:

I awoke with a groan.

"It was just a dream, it was just a dream", I chanted.

My phone vibrated on the bed beside me, but I couldn't bring myself to check it.

I rolled off the bed, going to the only mirror in my room, looking at myself.
"Why did it have to happen?", I thought aloud.

I checked for signs of my dastardly act, for I was a murderer now.

Sure, it was self-defense, but it didn't matter to me: I'd killed two people.

Fear sprang into me when I peeled off a bandage and saw the huge wound on my left pec, stretching all the way down to my solar plexus.

My face too was battered, with numerous cuts and bruises, mostly from the punches, and the scratches and falls.

In all, I was a mess.

Emotional wreck.

My phone beeped again and again, thrumming ceaselessly on my bed.

I shook my head, unpacking my box instead.

After my clothes were arranged in my California closet system, I hurried to my restroom.

I had to offload a lot of shit.

Literarily and otherwise.

My phone beeped again, and I sighed.
Deep down in me, I knew my relationship was in its last days, we'd undergone all the end time signs, now, we just awaited the Armageddon.

It hurt, a lot.

And not just because I loved Tonia.
It hurt because she was the first girl I'd ever loved.

***15 mins later***

"Yo, bro, I'm heading out", I called out casually as I opened the front door of the downstairs living room.

My brother was curled out on a sofa, watching a goofy Nollywood movie.

At first, he appeared to pay no attention, then as I made to lock the door, he turned, acknowledging me for the first time.

"Where you dey go?"

I huffed, visibly impatient. "Out!"

He turned back to the TV, rolling his eyes. "Until you talk where you dey go, come inside."

Wait, what?

I turned to look at him, my angry grown saying all that was on my mind.

Okay, not all.

What was on my mind was "I'm a killer, I just killed two people, let me out before I make it three!"

What my frown said was, "what's this one saying?"

He totally misinterpreted my frown, or if he got it, he flipped it aside.

"Where you dey go?", he asked again, obviously enjoying his role as big brother, and the fact that I was weak made it all the more beneficial to him.