𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚃𝚘 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚂𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚛'𝚜 𝚂𝚘𝚗 ||ℭ𝔬𝔪𝔭𝔩𝔢𝔱𝔢✓||

Chapter 48

Chioma's POV.

It felt good to be finally out of the hospital, the cool air and the breeze hitting my skin and the sun smiling warmly down on us. Amanda and I got out of her car and she helped me into the house. I'd told her that I was perfectly fine, but she's insisted that I wasn't.

Getting into the house, I sat on the couch and Amanda did same too. The house was, as usual, awfully quiet. The environment felt too eery for me. No noise of any kind, only occasional shuffling of feet heard.

"You'll resume work tomorrow then? I already explained to the hospital that you weren't doing well, so you should be heading to work tomorrow" Amanda said and I nodded my head in understanding.

"Yeah" I replied. My mind going far, travelling so far. I was so worried, about my mom, my dad and Amara. As time went on, all I wanted was to go home. Staying here wasn't something I wanted to do. Being far from them wasn't anything I'd imagined. And to think that I'd caused this with my own hands. And if there's someone I miss more than anything in this world, then it's Amara. She still hasn't called and neither have I. I was afraid she wouldn't pick, ashamed to even try.

"Earth to Chioma" Amanda said, waving her hand in my face.

I immediately smiled, snapping out of my reverie. I knew Amanda could read through me like a book, and with the way her face was marred with concern, I knew she'd understood what I'd been thinking about.

One thing was on my mind though, and that was calling Amara. I wanted to make things right. I actually wanted to try to fix this whole mess. I desperately wanted to go home. I've never missed my family this much, not even when I was away in another country. At least back then I'd known that I was welcome home, I could call as many times as I wanted and on some holidays, I'd pay them a visit. Now, I couldn't even do that. And it's all my fault.

And then there's the other half of the miserable drama piece, my mom. The same woman that'd never shout at me or do anything to hurt me. The same woman who I'd always tried so hard to please and make her proud. That day, she became an entirely different person. The words she spat out of her mouth, they dug a hole in my soul. They buried something real deep, they wounded my pride and ego. They cut like a sharp razor and they hurt so bad. But yet, I couldn't blame her. I'd caused it. And heaven knows how much I tried not to think about it. Heaven knows how much I'd tried not to cry about it.

A few years back, I had everything I'd ever wanted. I had my family. Money. Cars. Respect. But now? All I have is this house, a  job, that I would've been so happy about if I were myself, and then; Amanda.

"Girl..." Amanda said to me, reaching for my hand and her voice as calm and reassuring as ever. "Stop doing that to yourself. Depression does not look good on you, at all" she said, offering me a half smile.

I shrugged, feeling the tears sting my eyes.

"I just want to go home" I replied, my voice tired and my entire being, drained.

Amanda looked at me in a way that a mother would look at a stubborn child.

"Then you have to change. Just say you're sorry. It's not that hard, try it" she said, encouragingly. I huffed air out of my mouth and took a deep breath.

"I'm... I'm..." I took a deep breath. "I'm remorseful about my__"

A smack on the head was enough to shut me up as I glared murderously at Amanda.