Lola's Story✔️

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Fifteen

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I heard the cars drive in while I was sprawled on my bed, lost in thoughts as usual. The benign breeze brushed past my face, I tucked my hair behind my ears as I sat up on my bed, debating within myself whether or not I should step out of the room to meet with my menacing parents or wait for them to come to me. I didn't have to ponder on that for much longer as I soon heard a tap on the door.

"Come in" I said, quickly adjusting things that were in place already, out of habit. The door opened to reveal my mum.

"Good evening mummy" I greeted.

"Evening Lola, your dad is calling for you" I nodded quickly. She could have just sent Martha to call me, why did she have to come herself?Those were my thoughts before my mum interjected.

"Now Lola" She reminded and I responded by getting up abruptly. I followed her in tow as she walked down the stairs.
My father sat cross legged holding a newspaper in front of him. The fact that he was still in his work clothes gave me a cause for apprehension. He was always quick to go in and freshen up after the day's work, whatever was keeping him from doing that had to be important. Summarily, it meant he was pissed. I visibly gulped earning an intense stare from my mum who seemed clueless, as I was too.
I greeted my Dad quickly genuflecting to show my respect and he only hummed in response. I was about to sit when he said...
"Keep standing"
Fada lurd!

"Would you mind telling your mother here, what you have done?" He asked still peering into the newspaper. I was clueless, I stood still in confusion, the silence in the room was deafening and I was getting more apprehensive.

"Didn't you hear me?" He asked tilting his head, dropping the newspaper on the stool beside him, sitting up and looking straight at me with his palms clasped together, pointed at me in an angular pattern. I gulped again.

"Dad... I don't... I don't understand" I stuttered.

"You don't huh?" He asked rhetorically, raising an eyebrow. I would've been fascinated by how well he did it but my current state of mind hadn't let me.
"Felicia" He called my clueless mother who turned to him with a blank stare.

"Your daughter here was audacious enough to resign from the job I had worked hard to give her on a platter of gold" He said icily.

My mom's face morphed from shock to anger in the twinkle of an eye.

"Lola what have you done?" She asked with a wide eyed glare.
"Is there something wrong with you?!" She half yelled getting up from her seat and taking menacing steps towards me but Dad stopped her with his words.

"You're going back there tomorrow to get reassigned" He said with an air of finality but I wasn't ready to back down. Not this time, not ever again. I had had enough of being pushed around and doing everything to please them. Not anymore!

"No sir" I said not batting an eyelid
My mum turned to me with stunned eyes, she couldn't believe my guts.
My dad looked shocked but he quickly switched to a blank expression.

"You said what?!"

"I said no, I'm not going to keep working there. I don't enjoy working in the accounting department of a large company, even with their fat salaries and benefits. I want to be a designer, that's what I enjoy doing. I love sketching designs, I love looking good and making other people look good too, that's what I want to do and I won't let anyone stop me" I yelled almost in tears, before I received a slap from my furious mother.

"Titilola! How dare you talk to your father like that?! Have you lost your mind?" She yelled on top of her voice.

I bit back a sob as the tears I was trying to hold in, came pouring out. Dad was stunned and couldn't afford to hide his expression anymore. I watched as his eyes were filled with pools of anger,ready to pour out on anything and anyone in fact. The next thing he would do at such points would always be drastic.