"I don't want to hear anymore thing from you. Pack your loads and tomorrow morning unfailingly we are going to your new school." Daddy barked, his voice hard.
I knew there was no convincing him. My fate had been decided the moment I choosed to hit Nevaeh Stinkyface. Even if I knew what was coming, tears were still rolling from my cheeks. My knees were hurting badly, I had been on my knees since forever.
The day had passed by in a blur. I was too numb to speak or defend myself when I was been questioned by the counsellor. I mean what could I even say, I had been labelled and tagged as a trouble maker. All I remembered was Dad coming in alongside mum to the school, and withdrawing me. He had been to angry to speak, all mum did was to avoid my face.
All hell had been let loose at home, I couldn't even remember been flogged, but I felt the sting on my body and the welts on all parts of my body were enough proof. I was dark, quite alright but the mark was still obvious.
"At least let's think about it, we can't just send her just like that. She is still a girl." My mum was trying to convince dad, but I doubt he would change his mind. It was made up already.
"I don't care. Tomorrow morning she is leaving this house!" He was pacing around the living room, my mum was trying to keep up with his strides.
"At least let's think about it." They were talking like I wasn't there.
I hiccupped unintentionally and that brought their attention back to me. For the first time since the incident, my mum stared at me and told me calmly,"To your room!"
I stood up slowly, wincing from the pain when dad added,"Drop your phone. I don't want to see you out of that room, no noise and pack your bags. Say bye bye to your dogs, immediately you're out of the house I'm selling them off."
The last declaration hurt the most. Him selling my dogs was the worst punishments ever. I cleaned my tears and walked as fast as my hurting limbs could take me to my parents room to drop my phone. I left the phone on their Vanity table which was decorated with so many bottles of perfumes and creams, removing my sim card first. Ambling slowly, I opened the door to my room and then locked it behind me.
The tears fell freely and I regretted not beating Nevaeh enough. How I wish I had broken her teeth or something. It would equalize everything.
Pulling of my uniform, I approached my dogs, both of them laid on my bed. Goldie had her head raised and neck poised, watching me, while Jenny was asleep, breathing heavily. I guessed she wouldn't even be bothered if an intruder entered my room to steal. Chuckling, I sat on the bed and shifted them both to make space for me.
Goldie rested her small head on my laps. I rubbed it in circular motion,"It's just one year. After that I would buy you back."
Talking with them had a way of calming me. And sometimes it felt like they were listening, take for example now that Jenny lifted her head, looking at me interestedly.
"No no don't worry. They won't kill you, I'll make sure of that." Who else thinks I'm loosing my mind.
I lifted Jenny, carefully because of her enlarged pregnant belly and tickled her stomach. Goldie was jealous, so she also climbed on me, licking my face. I screeched and then kept quiet when I remembered the rule. Somebody knocked the door, and I gritted at Goldie,"If they beat me again,I'll kill you."
I got disappointed instead when I saw Tutu's face at the door.
"I'm grounded, I can't go anywhere for you." I said dismissively, almost closing the door on her face.
"No not that." She looked like she came for a sob party and I honestly wasn't in the mood for that.
"So what?" I whispered harshly," If I'm caught who knows what they'll do next." I tried closing the door again, but Tutu's foot was in the way. I considered smashing her foot with the door, but thought better of it. I had had enough beating for today. Maybe next time.
I left her at the door, hoping she would get the signal and leave my room. She didn't, instead she invited herself into the room, closing the door behind her.
"You know daddy loves us..." She started and I knew I was in for a sermon if i didn't discourage her as fast as possible. She was getting to comfortable in my room.
"Who said he didn't?" I retorted, climbing back on the bed. Ignoring Jenny's whine of protest when I hit her.
"I'm just saying you shouldn't get annoyed or bitter about his decisions," I debated in my mind, should I block my ears with my fingers and sing out as loud as I could to stop this torture, I sighed inwardly,"It's for our own good."
I suddenly stood up from my bed, sitting cross legged,"Honestly I thought it was mum that would be telling me this. Not you. Did she put you up to it? And who said I was angry or bitter sef? I know I deserve it, you know it too." I questioned with a raised brow.
"No, you don't." She answered simply, playing with my deodorant bottle.
"I don't what?" I asked sharply, my tone crisp.
"You don't deserve it." She repeated, meeting my eye.
"You know I do. Now stop pretending and kindly vamoose out of my room." I laid back down. Who was she fooling?
She stood up, dusted her jean and then spoke lowly,"I don't think you would be sent to a military school though. I kinda want to think mummy has managed to convince him."
"Yeah yeah, whatever!" I rolled my eyes, even if my insides had lighted up.
There was no way I was going to deal with boarding school. I don't have the energy and patience for that.
And even more, maybe, just maybe I could keep my dogs.