"Thank you very much uncle" My brother Ikenna thanked the deputy commissioner, who just happened to by our uncle. He nodded, casting a glance my way, as he walked away.
"That went well" I clapped my hands as I looked up at him. He gave me an unamused gaze.
"You are just lucky uncle was around today"
"How did you get arrested for being drunk, its just the first week of school for chrissake" he yelled.
"Jeez relax" I rub my ears
"I was just tipsy, not drunk, at least I dont do drugs" I shrugged putting my hands in my pocket.
"You know, daddy wanted you to spend a night in jail " he say glancing as me
" Not surprised, thats why I have you" I grin at him
"Next time,I won't help you" he rubs his face sighing
"Next time I won't get caught"
I shrug. He pats my back, "let's go home".
Yeah. Home.
Getting home I was met with the cold stare of my father.
He sighed and left.
" That too went well"
"Crystal when are you going to stop making us worry?" My mom sighed, looking sad.
I forgot about her.
"When you stop acting like you care about what I do"
Ikenna sighed, wrapping his hands around my shoulder, he pulls me towards my room.
*She's a big girl now, she can handle herself"
I collapsed on my bed the moment I got in.
"Go wash up, you stink" Ikenna said from the door way. I threw a pillow at him.
"Idiot" I mutter.
I showered, laying on my bed. I stared at the ceiling till I fell asleep.
I woke up to voices and shouts.
Quietly leaving my room, I tiptoe towards my parents' room, their room door was ajar, I could see them both, standing ,screaming. I hid behind a wall as I listened
"I do enough for this family too for chrissake" Mother screamed.
"Enough? Where? How? Is it with your daughter who is a nuisance? You can't even raise a child properly" Father yelled back at her.
"Oh, so Ikenna is your son and Crystal is my daughter, that's how it is" She laughed sarcastically
"You are insane, out of your mind" Father said to her
"It is you and your mistress that is insane, you think I don't know? You are going around sleeping with wo..." Twack.
"Shut. Up. I don't want to hear you say another nonsense" He warned.
Bringing my head out from behind the wall, mother was standing stunned, hand on her cheek, tears silently streaming down her face. Years and she still wasn't used to the abuse.
Sighing. I turned back to my room. I paused seeing Ikenna standing behind me, I looked at him. Wordlessly I walked passed him back to my room.
Silently closing my door, I'm on my bed, their voices still loud, I plug in my head phone letting the music drown my sorrows.
Saturday went by fast, Sunday coming next. Typical Sunday morning, we were preparing for church.
"Everyone should be outside in five minutes" Mother shouted. I rolled my eyes, once she's done preparing she expects all to be done.
Tying my scarf I take my phone and Bible heading out.
Mother is fixing dad's tie with a smile on her face as she tells him something, his face remains Stoic, staring straight ahead. I don't know how she does it, tolerating him.
"Are we all done?" She smoothens the invincible crease on his shirt.
"Done" Ikenna say, forcing his legs into his shoes.
I don't know how he acts like this family is okay.
I brush past them heading to the car, sitting at the back seat, I lean my head against the window.
The ride to church is silent, mother throwing in some sentences but getting ignored.
Once we got to church, I quickly got out of the car, walking inside the building.
I sit at the back, to avoid sitting with them, sure enough they all sit at the front. We were late already, I hated having everyone stare at me.
The priest was preaching already. I looked out the window watching people hurry to come in.
I don't like churches. Not that I am an atheist. Just the fact some people think you have to come to a church to prove your faith bothers me. Most servants of God are worse of a sinner than I am.
Watching the people in church, I spot someone sitting a couple of rows in front. I haven't seen him before, so I guess he is new here. Taking my eyes off him I go back to looking around.
Soon enough service ends. And I'm expected to come greet some of my father's friends. Some giving me lustful stares, I ignore them.
Unknown POV.
I see her, she has a smile on her face but it's fake. She is broken just like me. I watch as she says hello to people with that perfectly fake smile. But her eyes are dead. She is dead inside.
Hopefully I break her more. I smile to myself
Hello to my new toy