"huaaaaaah"
That was me vomiting in the bus on my mom, yes I didn't mention I was a little bit ill before we left for mmbano where my dad got us the apartment..
"Oooh neche what is it na"
"Afo m"
"How is it making you feel eeh nne, I told you to stay at home did I not?"
I started crying,, little sobs because I was feeling pains all over my body and were are not even close to the place.
Mum had ify on her back throughout the journey, the passengers passed on pity eyes that made me shy...
By the time we got to imo state I was already dizzy, I couldn't feel my self.
Mum bought cold water to wash my face and feets as the vomit stains were still there.
I saw busses all over, people selling, breads, banana,pure water and other things
We never left our home in Delta only to school which I attend just for one term.
Mum held my hand as we crossed the road, we entered another bus that went to anara.
Imo state was busy not like anambra it looked like a big city, there were lots of things to admire, the roads, the clothing stores, the shoes on the road that looked like designs placed on the road for viewers.
Fast-forward to when when we got to the park, my dad came to pick us up not in his car or anything but with a bike man.
Everyone was happy, I was finally going to sit down or lay down as my fever was still high, we got medicine in a pharmacy before getting to the apartment.it was a room, parlor selfcon, the bed and other things were already there.
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.once we landed I lay down as mum forced me to eat the rice she bought as she couldn't cook anything,I ate very little and was forced to take the medicine.
The next morning I was still ill, I was ill for almost a week since we came back.
One day me and mum was just sitting down, in the sitting room and someone knocked...it was a man he was short like dad, a bit younger, he was ugly,, looked scary and corny. He asked mum if she was the wife,mum replied that she was,,the man said he had heard so much about her from dad .
"Nne nno ooh you are welcome, de Sam has told me a lot about you people, good things"
"Thank you sir,"
"Is this your daughter"
"Yes sir my ada"
"Ooh omaka she is beautiful and chubby too"
"Thank you sir she is just sick that's why she has been inside"
"Yes I noticed"
"Okay na I will get going now, when my wife comes back we will come again,ngwanu nne"
He tapped my back and tickled me a little which felt weird.
"Mummy"
"Hmmm"
"I don't like that man ooh"
My mum laughed and said he is our neighbor so I will get used to seeing him.
It started after two weeks of getting back...my dad started returning late, when he does he would smoke and drink outside till it was almost midnight, he would enter inside and tell my mum to warm the food for him and serve him,then wait for him to eat before going to bed.
Mum did as he instructed but it was not pleasant whenever he screamed at her for being lazy and not making the food well.
As little as I was I knew my dad was toxic and violent too but what could I do,I cried with my mum Everytime she did.
One day...my mum sent me to go plug our touch light in our neighbor's house as they put on their generator.
She said to wait until it's charges small before I come back so I won't go twice and again I can watch movies since they were watching some.
I sat down in their parlor watching a movie with them...it was a brush at first on my laps, after a while I felt it again..I turned to look at who was doing that and it was the man from earlier, his wife was cooking in the backyard while the house boy was with their baby so the dad was obviously with the remote.
His eyes and mine joined for some seconds before I turned back to the TV...it wasn't up to 20 seconds I felt his hand again sliding under my skirt...I jumped up immediately and almost shouted but he pulled me down and put his hand over my mouth as he whispered.
"Shiiiiiii where are you going"
"My mummy is calling me"
"I stood up immediately and ran out leaving my touch light there"
I bumped into my mum outside and she caught me
"Why are you running to na I was coming to call you"
"Go and collect the touch yourself I don't want to stay there again I said"
My mum started laughing as she said that I was just shy.
Next morning was normal untili heard my dad screaming at my mum for not being able to make his beans the way he liked it.
I heard the sound, it was a slap.
There was silence, no noise my heart pounded and the next thing I saw was my mum, she ran out and pulled me inside, quickly gave me clothes to dress and on as she roughly packed our bags.
"Mummy what is happening "
"We are going back to see dera"
"Mummy what happened "
I saw the lines in her face as tears rolled down, my dad already left through the back yard. she packed up and dressed ify up and we left in a hurry to the road to look for bike.
We saw one but my dad came back and rushed the man threatening to call the people on the bike if he carries us,
My mum told the bike man to carry us that my dad was bluffing,,, just like that we left in a hurry with confusion written all over my face...my mum was still crying and I cried with her.