PHEBE

Chapter one.

"Wake up you fool." My step mum's voice echoed from her room.
I jolted up from my one inched mattress, which literally is a mat. I got out of the store that I use as my room. It has old metals and other staffs and definetely my belongings.

I checked my wrist watch that my late mum bought me and discovered it was 3:00AM.
What did this woman want at this time of the night?
I rushed into the four bed roomed storyed building and knocked at her room door.

"Stop making noise for me you fool." she yelled.

"Sorry mum" I said in a low tone.

"I am not your mum." she spoke with sarcasm laced in her voice.

"Sorry" I replied with fear evident in my tone.

"Go clean up the house and also make breakfast for me and my lovely duaghter Tiana." she said.

"But mum its late in the night, I will do all that when the day breaks." I spoke with fear laced in my voice.

"Should I come out or what?
A true African child will know the meaning of that statement.
If I were you, I would have started doing what I have been instructed, silly girl." She yelled at me.

I rushed to the kitchen and started doing the chores while recalling my past.

l am Phebe, my mom died when I was ten, due to an unknown disease. My dad tried to look for treatment everywhere but to no avail. All the various hospitals we visited could do full blood account on her but they always told us she was in perfect health. But I could see she was in severe pain.
Her health kept on deteriorating day by day and this got us really worked out.

Her legs were all swollen like tubers of yams, she always complained of headache. At one point she started puking blood. Dad and I were all completely at sea and scared. We decided to put her in prayers and dad organized various prayer sessions at home.

My mum was a hard working lady. She had a petroleum oil company that she owned. She was beautiful with bright cute eyes, with pink full lips and a model like figure. She was a melanin goddess.
Our family was a perfect one until that fateful day when the cold hands of death snatched her. Mrs.Claire my step mum now was my mum's next of kin before she died. She used to hang out alot with her.

She used to be loving back then but when my mum died. She started pushing herself on my dad who also took her in, and am really pissed off at him for that. Like seriously, dad is always away at his work and he thinks I am doing fine since that witch always made sure to act all lovey dovey when he's around and threatened to end my precious life I spilled out the beans to dad.

I loathe her and her duaghter who she brought to live with us Tiana with every fibre in me. She was a replica of her mom, all wicked and selfish.
The only person I loved was my childhood nanny Mrs. Flora. She was like a mother to me since my dad brought her in after my mum passed on to take care of me. She loved and cared for me like her own child.

She worked on weekdays and left on weekends. Mrs. Claire always reigned abuses at her and this made me sad but what could I do. My dad relocated us to a new estate last month because of the nature of his job since he was a nuero-surgeon.
And Tiana and I will be joining a new school on Monday.

I was done with the cleaning and decided to make breakfast while wishing Mrs. Flora was around but it being a Saturday, she was on leave. I did all I was required to do and rushed upstairs to inform her I was done.

I knocked on her door and told her I was done. She just jeered at me so I took that as a yes.
I got back to my store room and laid on my bed and slowly slept off. I felt some cold liquid on my body and thought it was raining.
Wait, am I in a swamp or what.
Don't blame me, my mind can be hilarious attimes.
But to tbh I slept in my room not outside.

I jolted up from my slumber only to find Tiana holding a bucket and emptying the contents on my body. I looked at her and she was grinning.

"What have I done to you?" I asked her with anger laced in my voice.
My body started inching me only to realise that she had poured urine on me. She mimicked my words and clapped her hands.

"I just felt like having fun that's why I did it." she replied with a wide smile. I just looked at her and started removing my beddings so I could wash them.

You may ask why I didn't slap or do anything to her but its better I didn't cause her mum can do anything to me and yet I still love my dear life. I want to live and fulfill my mom's dream of taking after her and I didn't want to disappoint Mrs.Flora.

Hey guys😍
This chapter was just to make you understand Phebe's life.
I know it has been short but am really trying.

Thanks for giving this book a try. Sorry for any typos.
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