The week days were actually something else, been the beginning of a new term and a new session in general was a huge stress to cope with.
All the running around, fixing of stuffs and getting acquainted with the recent happenings have been hard to scale through. Not to forget the whole class captain stuff and all that, Omg it hasn't been easy jhoor.
Am really so glad it's finally weekend atleast I can get to cool off and have a good rest to renew my lost vibes.
Just when I was busy thinking about the relaxing weekend that awaits me, I heard loud voices coming from downstairs. Only then did I remember dad was at home, hmmph he is back hence we won't rest, from quarrels to yelling and all that.
Without even leaving my room I can actually tell you my parents are at it again, they're fighting as usual.
Our home is only peaceful when my dad is out on one of his numerous business trips, but once he is around , the house becomes a battle field. I don't want to say this but I just have to say it. "I think I hate that man".
My dad used to be my hero, my idol, he was the best father anyone could ever ask for. He didn't let business interfer with the time he spent with his family, he used to be a caring and understanding father that I could share all my worries with.
We always spent time together as family living in a peaceful home void of fights and quarrels. I don't know what happened but all of a sudden he changed, he became a demon.
I know he is my dad so I shouldn't call him that but wtf he is now the worst father in the universe. He doesn't even know my birthday anymore.
I just wish I could have the old him once again, the less imposing dad, the man that represents peace. But it feels that is impossible cause things just keep getting worst.
Just as I was lost in my thoughts, the sound of things shattering into pieces downstairs actually brought me back to reality. I stood up from my bed, went straight to my door, opened it and as I was about to head downstairs I heard a voice "don't go". More like a whisper, but it still scared crap out of me.
I stumbled backwards a bit, almost almost tripping over the railings. I turned and found my brother standing right in front of his door. I stared at him with the most blank expression ever.
Trying not to curse, took deep breaths and finally settled on some calms words. Yelling outrightly at him
"Oh my goodness Micheal , you startled me".
He chuckled slightly but I could feel the displeasure and pain in it. "Come play computer games with me lily, I'm bored".
"But Micheal, mum and dad are.." but before I could finish he cut me off saying I should let them settle their shits themselves because he is too depressed to get into more of those. He was even at the verge of crying but still trying to put himself together.
I just wish he could let his gaurd down and let me comfort him. I'm no longer that little baby that knew nothing, I have grown to understand that things are bound to happen and that he is hurt just as I am and even much more than I am since he is the older one and other unfortunate stuffs my dad is forcing him into.
An example of it is dad trying to force and decide for him the choice of institution and course he should study.
Though Micheal is my big bro but he is only two years older than me. He is 19 and I am 17, he is in SS3 and I am in SS2. There was not much of a gap between the both of us so I actually see no reason for him to be playing too much of a big bro card in front of me.
I hugged him and told him "Micheal you can cry on my shoulders you know, just let the water falls out already".
Oh I see someone feels she is grown old enough to carry the whole worlds burden on her shoulder. He said smirking
I rolled my eyes but he wasn't done. He had to spice it up
Micheal: Just so you know I am not a cry baby yunno. If you wanna cry just do it, don't expect others to join you in that crying party. He said laughing.
Oh here we go. Here goes my sympathy out of the window. I felt like smacking his head. But trust me, I didn't miss the pain in his laughter. I don't know why he has to be this hard on himself.
He opened his mouth to say something again but I didn't let him. I just pulled him into my embrace before he spits those words.
He just stood there for a while, no reaction, nothing. Then like clockwork he held me, his body tensed, and then I felt it, the wetness on the crook of my neck. One drop, two, three and then like water work , more fell.
His tears were flowing non stop that I didn't even know when I joined in as well, we both comforted ourselves and felt better afterwards.
We played video games , locked ourselves up in his room, refused to go downstairs even when mum came calling on us to go say goodbye to dad we refused, he didn't even know where he was going to and we didn't care to know, we ate junk foods bathed and slept.
It was around 7pm when I woke up and finally decided to go downstairs where I received the news that dad had travelled again and this time it would be for a whole three months. I immediately ran upstairs to spill the tea and trust us naaw, we celebrated his departure like it was the best thing that we have ever heard.
My mum was so shocked and in disbelief but I know deep down she didn't blame us for it. And within her, I was sure she was happy and relieved.