Novels by Daisy

LARRY.I couldn't help myself but feel bad about the way I treated her, she was just a victim of pure circumstance.Just the way I was a victim of bullying in high school, I might have gotten my justice, but she will never get the justice she deserves.First, because she was sold to the highest bidder by her father, secondly people like my dad loved to see peasants beg for Mercy, he loves showing his supremacy.I had it in the back of my mind to apologize for my recent outburst. The presence of that evil man I call Dad makes me do the unthinkable sometimes. It was a result of the devil in the room, my father.I know he wouldn't react or try to fight because of my bride present in the room, I hate hate hate that man, I can't even pretend to be in the same room with himI was startled out of my deep thoughts at the creaking of the door, there she was, as gently as a dove. I'm now more convinced that I have been a jerk.“How are you doing Mr Davidson”, she said with the most calming voi

Jennifer.Now I have started doubting my sanity on why I am following a grumpy old lady home, we have passed this single alley three times in a row. I cuss under my breath as I start to second-guess my conscious mind. I’m losing it, this is the height of it all.The old lady turned back and looked at me as if knowing what I had been thinking.” I know you think I'm crazy” the old lady shouted a little bit slowly “I'm the one who is crazy, for trying to follow a crazy old lady home” I said, gasping for air, as I felt a little unsettling at the bottom of my stomach.I became so overcome by the sudden nausea that I almost threw out my stomach content on the old woman's face.Just to the surprise of the drunk old lady “ I hope this is not what I'm thinking” the old lady said, trying to hide a mocking tune of laughter in her voice.“That is none of your business,” I said, wiping my mouth with the back of my hands trying to regain my composure.“You are even dumber than I thought you would b

JENNIFERI was laid back by the old lady's single statement “What could she know?” I thought she was probably just trying to milk me off because of my present physical state, with my rough denemor Anyone with half a brain wound sense that I'm passing through a lot.“Old lady, if you need a drink you simply ask for it, I might be moved by your plea to buy you a bottle or two, trying to cajole me with lies about what you know or not won't work at this point,” I said with an air of finality while I try to get off from the stool I sat on.I paid for my shot, taking a closer look at the lady. She looked like she frequented the bar very often, and probably knew one or two about the occupants of the estates.“What do you know old lady, I might pay for your drinks you know?” I turned back at the lady whose chapped lips had tasted years of penury.She adjusted her sit and beckoned at me to come sit down on the stool beside her the one I just got up from. I reluctantly sat down again “Well, wha

LARRY. Feeling defeated, mad, and weak, I turned to look at the teacher, “I'm sorry lad, there is nothing I can do, Paul’s parents are rich, they are part of the PTA board and their unanimous yearly donation goes a long way in running this institution of learning”.“Penalizing his son will automatically mean bye-bye to his father's huge donations to the school and we can't afford to lose it,” she said, adjusting her buttock back to her sit, placed her hands on the table, she took a pen from a couple of pens from the pen holder and scribble something down on a piece of paper“ Take it,” she said, “give it to the school nurse in the sick bay, while at it don't dare open” She handed the white sheet of paper down to me “You will be fine,” She said.Walking the narrow corridor leading to the sick bay, I was tempted to open and see the content of the pieces of paper he scribbled on.I looked back and forth, seeing that I was the only one alone, I opened the

LARRY.Now cornered and outnumbered, I lay on the floor, feeling defeated, I sluggishly stood up and followed the trio to the old abandoned school blood on the right side of the school.This place has not been used for years and is a breeding ground for all sorts of immoral and illicit affairs from the students. The school authority does not care less.They have feigned ignorance about anything going on at the old block even when issues of rape and alcoholism and all the vices you can think of have been reported there constantly.All they did was issue a warning to all the students, especially the new intake not to ever go close to the premises, as it is the venue for the bad eggs among the students to perpetuate their evil acts.Even though I have heard so many horrible stories about this building, I was taken aback by how neat it was, I was expecting everywhere to be a shithole.I looked back, trying to figure out a mature way to oust myself of this sit

LARRY.It's been two weeks since the gunshot incident happened, pleasing and displeasing myself has always been the bane of my existence, just to please the man I call my father.Father has never made it easier for me, always comparing me with kids of the same age bracket. Since childhood I always wanted to be a chef, I love cooking and I still do, but Daddy has a way of doing things.It's like he held me in a chokehold, always wanting to do his biddingEven now as a grown adult, he compares me with his friends’ children who are doing well in various areas of the business world."Larry, look at Donald, look at what his father told me he did today" he always nags me every day when he comes to pick me up from school which he seldom does.He wanted my life a different way the way that I wanted it, he sent me off to a boarding school even when I told him I wanted to be with my friends at Greenfields Junior High.Leaving Greenfield Junior High dealt a hug