Broken ✔

Chapter Forty-Five

Song: Kidi ft. Kwesi Arthur – Mr. Badman (I saw someone set a kitten on fire and all I have to say is that humans are a menace to planet earth)

*Unedited* (Lmao why do Africans think you're not sick anymore when you laugh?)

P.S I feel this chapter is too raw, but I'm not going to be updating in a while 👀 so here you go.

Wolfgang agreed with me that Kofi was faking his illness once he stumbled upon the scene. He came with my crutches; apparently, he was delayed because climbing stairs is a much more difficult task than it is given credit for.

Kofi wasn't faking though. Few minutes after Wolfgang sat beside him to talk, he began to vomit and I was too disgusted to stay. Descending the stairs with crutches was just nightmarish. When I got down though, I went back to bed.

I woke up during Christmas night and Wolfgang and I had a pizza party with a lot of soft drinks, then we watched Christmas movies. Kofi was asleep because his diarrhoea took a lot out of him.

The next few days passed without hassle and soon enough, Kofi was walking again. He was avoiding me a lot and I felt that that was because he was embarrassed because of his diarrhoea. When he was sick, I spent most of his mornings and evening with him, leaving only when he began to get expelling disgusting fluids. After he got better, he made sure to avoid me every step of the way.

I ignored him too, feeling jealous that he was fine now while my ribs were still killing me and my leg wasn't getting any better. My face wasn't swollen anymore though, but I still looked slightly disfigured because even though the bone was set back into its place, it hadn't healed.

We three were having breakfast – the only place where Kofi would willingly be near me – when Wolfgang asked, "Do you think we overreacted?"

"What do you mean?" Kofi asked. He had already cleared four balls of banku – we were eating banku, grilled tilapia and hot pepper for breakfast – and was on his fifth one. He had been eating like a caveman ever since he recovered.

"No one even called looking for Elorm. I mean, I know almost everyone in the mansion knows what happened to the chief, but there hasn't been any trouble due to that so far."

Well, that was good news. Though I preferred this penthouse to the mansion, especially since Michael had left. The only person I wanted to see was Barbie; I wanted to make sure she was recovering from... that thing that happened to her.

"Mr. Mark called me though. By now, he must've realised that the Chief Amegah is missing." Kofi said.

"Has he called ever since?"

"No," Kofi frowned, "that's strange."

"What's strange is that we left the mansion like criminals. If trouble comes, we must face it head-on."

"We're only here because of her," Kofi said, referring to me. He didn't look at me though. He was still pretending like I wasn't there, and I had no idea why. It was strange because during his illness, we were civil with each other. I could almost say we had become friends, but that sounded farfetched. I still hated him for trying to kill me and for not telling Michael the truth.

"At the mansion, we have bodyguards and the advantage of privacy. There's so much more protection there than here. I think coming here was a mistake."

"I like it here," I whined.

"Too bad," Kofi replied. It was the first time he'd acknowledged my existence in a while.

"So we're going back?" I asked, frowning.