Tiwa Savage: Dangerous Love
Sia
They are dummies.
That was the first thought I had when I woke up this morning.
Who are dummies and why are they dummies, you may ask.
Well, I dreamt about a boy chasing me with a gaping and bloody chest, and his heart in his hand begging me to take it, accompanied by two other boys, all begging me to take it. Literally. It was frightening.
Really frightening.
I did not see their faces. Who would have time to look for the face of someone holding his own heart in his hand, with a bloody hole in the chest chasing you to give you his heart?.
Not me.
If the heart was so precious then why don’t they eat it themselves?.
So, they are dummies.
I checked the time; 5:56 am. No sleeping again, I guessed. Not that I was scared of going to school late or my aunt scolding me. I couldn’t care less. I just wanted to be out of this suffocating house.
Imagine how shocked I was when I was told by my aunt that the school I was going to attend used uniforms. I almost cussed.
Getting ready in the morning was always a tedious task. Mainly because of my hair. It was long, and I hated brushing it. I was all done by 7:10, and I took my bag, which contained my stationery.
I came out of my room and straight to the kitchen.
Most of the people in the house, sorry, mansion, were afraid of me. My mouth could be pretty loud and profane sometimes.
Like yesterday, my brother was being annoying again. So I yelled profanities at him, and when Mrs. Rebecca Vale tried to scold me, I scolded her back. Simple.
Then, after their stupid gathering called dinner, I came downstairs to the kitchen to eat, but my appetite was woefully lost and trampled upon by the same stupid brother of mine because he could not just keep his blabbermouth shut. I mean, I was just entering the kitchen when I heard him talking about me to three block-headed fools who apparently could not keep their wandering ears to themselves.
I was going to treat them as they deserved, by just glaring at them, no need to be too harsh on them yet since they were just ignorant fools. But then, when the four brats turned to face me and after successfully glaring at my brother and two of the fools, I saw the last one, a boy who was a little shorter than me, and my mood took a three hundred and sixty degrees turn, then another three hundred and sixty degrees turn. My mood turned acid after the second turn.
The tallest boy among them had golden hair and green eyes, and the girl nearly behind him with a frightened expression was a replica of him. She also had golden hair and green eyes. Then the shortest and smallest and clearly malnutritioned one among them had black hair and brown eyes. And he looked like he had seen a ghost.
The first time I saw him, the tsunami of emotions that hit me rendered me confused at first. Love, lust, admiration, obsession, and a whole lot of emotions I can not even name. I was highly confused for barely five seconds, then all those emotions vanished at once, and they were replaced by a hatred so strong that my face changed its expression to the harshest glare I had ever expressed.
I hated him more than I had ever hated anything or anyone in my life.
So I told him to stay away from me.
As I climbed down the stairs, I hoped that I would not meet him anywhere, because then my mood would turn for the worst.
I went to the kitchen and ignored the girl they called Selina and took a bottle of water from the fridge. As soon as she noticed me she went rigid. I mentally smirked. I went back into the living room and took an apple.
