I open my instagram, really exhausted, I just want to reply few messages and go to bed, to my surprise there's like 10 messages from Grim reaperGrimmwoods099: I know I've been absent for a while, I need someone to talk to who understands
Grimmwoods099: this can't keep happeneing, I'll do something stupid
Grimmwoods099: I tried stopping him, he hit me, and locked me in the room, I might have fractured a rib
Grimmwoods099: I can't keep watching him treat her this way
Grimmwoods099: she doesn't deserve it at all, I want to kill him
Grimmwoods099: where are you when I need you
Grimmwoods099: I have an abusive step father and he'll kill my mum
Grimmwoods099: I'm breaking down this door
Grimmwoods099: you're not helping, you're definitely a teenager, why am I asking you for help
Grimmwoods099: act like you did not see these messages I'll try to find out how to reach the police
Oh my God, he's in danger, that's why he's been absent, what do I do? what do I do? what do I do? I said pacing around my room, if i ask mum for help, she'll ask me how I got to know him and then my identity will be revealed, isn't a person's life better than my identity. This shouldn't be a tough decisuon to make, then why does it feel like one? what the hell am I thinking? someone's life is at stake here, I don't care I'm helping him.
I run to my mum's room with my phone. I'll just show her the message that's all, or I'll ask her
"Mum can I talk to you?" I say knocking at the door to her bedroom
"Come in dear"
I sit on her bed as I show to her my phone screen, immediately she sits up
"Is that a friend of yours!, oh my God!, she needs help!" mum exclaims
"He's a boy and yes mum, what do I do?" I ask really scared
" We could call the authorities I have one of your dad's friend number he's a police man, do you have the address of the boy?" She asks
"No but I could ask him" immediately I type on my phone asking him for his home address, there's no reply, he's not even active, what do I do?
"Mum he's not responding" I say to her really sad this time
"Then call him on the phone " she says as she searches for the Sergeant number on her phone
"I don't have his phone number mum" I say to her
"What kind of friendship is that, you too seem close and you don't have his phone mumber?" She asks
"Mum were just friends on Instagram, you won't understand, thanks for caring tho, if he responds I'll let you know" I say as I give her a soft kiss on the cheeks, as I walk back to my room, dead as scared.
This is a Friday night, well a cold one for me cause I was really scared for Remi's safety, I messaged drake but no reply, maybe he went to bed early, I would have loved to talk to someone to comfort me.
And grim reaper has not responded since friday, today being a monday, I'm really worried.
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I got to school really restless, I don't know what happened with Remi, is he fine? Is his mum fine? Did the authorities get there on time? I don't know what to think I'm just really bothered
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