Disappointment and rage swirled in the cooking pot of my mind, bubbling and popping as I read the message over and over again, trying to convince myself that I had probably read wrong.
My father's footsteps marching in the direction of the kitchen where I was currently standing with his phone in hand frightened me to the point where I almost dropped the phone.
As I scrambled to steady the phone in my hands and be able to leave it on the counter before he arrived, the phone began to ring. The same Chidi who had sent the message earlier was the one who was calling.
"Shut the fuck up, you can't put me into trouble!" I muttered anxiously, my brain went into overdrive and in that panicked moment, I rejected the call, dropped the phone on the counter, and went back to the snack I was preparing for myself.
