A fine summer mist covered the expensive brown stones on Astor Street. I never got to talk to my mom or dad about my schoolwork or anything else. For starters, my mom loved getting drunk and clubbing more than anything else in the world, and my father somehow preferred being fond of everything else but us. I was only fifteen years old and this was the time I needed my parents the most but I guess I was just unfortunate like that. Mrs Fletcher, our kindest neighbor, God bless her soul, was the only person who gave two shits about us seeing as our parents didn't have any fucks to give in as far as me and my brothers went. 5.30am I was in bed sobbing, shivering and crying my heart out because my parents had refused to attend my consultation day at school. The fact that they didn't even care enough to know exactly when it was and why it was important for them to attend broke my heart so much. I was most about how my teacher Mrs Browns, was going to treat me. I could already imagin
In spite of the pain I was feeling in my heart, seeing Mrs Fletcher there kinda made me feel like my world had not completely crumbled and crashed. I knew that with her help l would find a way forward and survive quite alright. Now, this was all good and fine on paper, but what l needed was an actual strategy-one that would act like an aid to ensure our survival. I hated to think of it, but what my parents had done to us automatically robbed me of my childhood and moved me into parenthood way too soon. Despite Mrs Fletcher's offer to take care of us l knew l had to drop out of school if l wanted to survive this alive. I may be young, but educationally, l was smart enough to know that kids are fragile and delicate, they are not able to encode, process and deal with information the way an adult would. Now due to that, the following day when my brothers still saw no sign of mom and dad, they began to ask questions. I decided to leave out the part where our parents legit aband
As more time passed, we were getting the hang of things indeed and l decided to go back to school. My brothers were grown enough and responsible enough to manage to keep their bedroom tidy and to start preparing dinner while l go to school. Of course day school was out of the question so l was going to attend night school, which was two hours and was a better option since l couldn't spend the day at school. I felt like night school was going to be more effective anyways than day school, because l had attended day school all my life. I knew that the pace in which the lessons moved was very different, night school had limited time so there was no time for play, only serious business. Day school, on the other hand, stretched on from morning till afternoon so there was plenty of time to relax and enjoy in between hours. I guess the teachers at day school also knew they had enough time to cover the whole syllabus so they never had to rush. At night school, the tutor would only cover the
After I left my brothers under the reliable care of Mrs Fletcher, I went back to the house to get ready to go spend the night at my friend's. I wasn't really worried about time seeing as it was just after 8pm. Also, there were streetlights all round Woodville, newly installed- thanks to the protests by our parents. Be as it were, l wasn't too sure if armed robbers and other dangerous gangsters would be out of sight or not. Anyways, tonight wasn't the night to worry about all that, after all, Jo-Anne's place was just like two streets away from mine. And I somehow believed that because I had been a good girl all my life and today was my birthday, God would be gracious and kind enough to let me reach my destination not only alive but safe also. With that in mind I got into the bathroom, washed my body thoroughly and got dressed. I wore a simple dress and put a coat over it-it was a bit windy outside and the temperatures were quite low. I tied my hair into a clumsy bun, so that I
As soon as we were left alone in the dining to clear the table and do dishes, l seized the opportunity and wanted to get it all out. Jo-Anne, being the queen of gossip that she was, would have normally jumped at the opportunity to hear the story. To my surprise, she stopped me and told me to hold my horses a little while, until we got to the sacred room, specifically designed for surch conversations-her bedroom. Wow! Talk about being childish. I understood though, we had always made it a point not to talk about everything, anywhere. Whenever we had some hot gossip that we wanted to ponder on, we would always find a quiet secluded place, sit down, sip on our drinks and imitate Devious Maids and talk about whatever or whoever was the theme of the day. As such, we continued making small talk and doing the dishes. I must say, it was a shitload of them, considering the meals we had just had. Also, in all the times I had known Jo-Anne's younger brother, I knew he could never bring himself
This guy did not only look like a gentleman, but he also straight up acted like one. When he got to his side, he made sure that my seat belt was fastened well, and that l was comfortable. He also fastened his, at a smooth pace."You intend to overspeed?, l asked jokingly." Nah, just making sure we both stay alive and Jo-Anne doesn't kill me", he responded sarcastically.Now, I already knew we would get along well because his sense of humor was so far, not bad at all. We both laughed as he drove off. I have to admit, his car wasn't just a beautiful beast, it was beyond that. The interior was super cool, smooth, no noise, unlike Mr Goodwill's which l would hear way before he even rounded the corner. With this one, you wouldn't even tell it was moving, it was just too perfect. The atmosphere was filled with the same scent that Mike carried with him, l assumed that was his "signature" and l totally liked it. It was strong, but not nauseating strong. It was just strong enough f
On the drive home,like I mentioned we spoke about nothing serious but only dwelled on the light things. I think Mike understood how emotionally draining to tackle one emotional topic after the other. I was really glad that l had made a new friend and he looked like he was an angel in the making. I mean, the world could use a billion more people like him. As we rounded the roundabout, he asked if l was alright and if l would be alright after he left,and I just said l'm a big girl, I can take care of myself. I have to give it to him, Mike is kind, compassionate, selfless and all, if he was this good as a friend, how good a romantic partner would he make? I hesitated at the thought because something told me he was already in a relationship. Anyway, I was sure that as always, karma would take its place and things would work out as they were supposed to. After warming up the food l had brought, we had dinner and kept on chatting. When Justin asked me where I got the money to afford such
I looked at the woman seated diagonally across me, she looked calm and collected. Professionalism was written all over her face, posture and everything else. She didn't make me feel uncomfortable, if anything, she had given me time to make myself at home. She was wearing a cream blouse, with some golden buttons that went up to her collarbone, black pencil skirt just under her knees, and nude heels which from the looks of it, probably had red soles. I wasn't exactly fashion-blind, she looked good, her blouse had long puffed sleeves and l could already tell she was into fashion. She had a notebook and a pen in her hands, her golden earrings dangling down her cheekbones and almost kissing the matching buttons on her blouse."Hello and welcome to Goodwill Enterprises, l'm Mrs Jones and my job is to listen to you as you open up to me about whatever has brought you hear. My goal is to empower you and make sure you leave this place feeling better than you were..please introduce yourself to m
As days went by, l began to feel more liberated, my nights were longer now, and I was generally at peace. That week I managed to call my mother just to check on her, and to my surprise, it felt quite soothing hearing from her. I knew that my journey to healing had begun, from here we would only make progress. Mike and I kept on meeting, and we were due for a date on Friday evening. That whole week l couldn't help but try to imagine how the date would pan out, how l would handle the whole situation. I was thinking so much about it to an extent that I visited Jo-Anne just to ask for her usually biased advice so that l would at least feel less tense and concerned. I must admit, my friend seemed more excited by the whole pending date situation more than l was, she started giving me ideas on how to style my hair, and also which dress to wear. Being the fashionista that she was, she explained the importance of matching hair length and the design of the dress. I was feeling quite nervous abo
When I arrived outside of the premises, Mike was already there waiting patiently for me. As l approached him, l got a full detailed appreciation of just how fine this gent was. His features looked like the most perfect combination, he was the kind of guy most people only knew from Mills and Boon novels. I couldn't help but wonder why he was being so nice to us, what his aim was. Because l was quite certain he wasn't after a romantic relationship with me (even though the idea lowkey excited me and made my pussy feel some kind of way). As l made my way to him l could feel his eyes on me, l even began blushing. When I got to him he hugged me, l got lost in the masculine scent that he had, his body felt very warm and soft, l wanted this moment to last forever. When we finally let go he opened his car and l hopped in. As he was moving around the car to his side, l sighed- the session had taken its toll on me. I felt partly relieved but also concerned because of the task ahead. Would l able
I looked at the woman seated diagonally across me, she looked calm and collected. Professionalism was written all over her face, posture and everything else. She didn't make me feel uncomfortable, if anything, she had given me time to make myself at home. She was wearing a cream blouse, with some golden buttons that went up to her collarbone, black pencil skirt just under her knees, and nude heels which from the looks of it, probably had red soles. I wasn't exactly fashion-blind, she looked good, her blouse had long puffed sleeves and l could already tell she was into fashion. She had a notebook and a pen in her hands, her golden earrings dangling down her cheekbones and almost kissing the matching buttons on her blouse."Hello and welcome to Goodwill Enterprises, l'm Mrs Jones and my job is to listen to you as you open up to me about whatever has brought you hear. My goal is to empower you and make sure you leave this place feeling better than you were..please introduce yourself to m
On the drive home,like I mentioned we spoke about nothing serious but only dwelled on the light things. I think Mike understood how emotionally draining to tackle one emotional topic after the other. I was really glad that l had made a new friend and he looked like he was an angel in the making. I mean, the world could use a billion more people like him. As we rounded the roundabout, he asked if l was alright and if l would be alright after he left,and I just said l'm a big girl, I can take care of myself. I have to give it to him, Mike is kind, compassionate, selfless and all, if he was this good as a friend, how good a romantic partner would he make? I hesitated at the thought because something told me he was already in a relationship. Anyway, I was sure that as always, karma would take its place and things would work out as they were supposed to. After warming up the food l had brought, we had dinner and kept on chatting. When Justin asked me where I got the money to afford such
This guy did not only look like a gentleman, but he also straight up acted like one. When he got to his side, he made sure that my seat belt was fastened well, and that l was comfortable. He also fastened his, at a smooth pace."You intend to overspeed?, l asked jokingly." Nah, just making sure we both stay alive and Jo-Anne doesn't kill me", he responded sarcastically.Now, I already knew we would get along well because his sense of humor was so far, not bad at all. We both laughed as he drove off. I have to admit, his car wasn't just a beautiful beast, it was beyond that. The interior was super cool, smooth, no noise, unlike Mr Goodwill's which l would hear way before he even rounded the corner. With this one, you wouldn't even tell it was moving, it was just too perfect. The atmosphere was filled with the same scent that Mike carried with him, l assumed that was his "signature" and l totally liked it. It was strong, but not nauseating strong. It was just strong enough f
As soon as we were left alone in the dining to clear the table and do dishes, l seized the opportunity and wanted to get it all out. Jo-Anne, being the queen of gossip that she was, would have normally jumped at the opportunity to hear the story. To my surprise, she stopped me and told me to hold my horses a little while, until we got to the sacred room, specifically designed for surch conversations-her bedroom. Wow! Talk about being childish. I understood though, we had always made it a point not to talk about everything, anywhere. Whenever we had some hot gossip that we wanted to ponder on, we would always find a quiet secluded place, sit down, sip on our drinks and imitate Devious Maids and talk about whatever or whoever was the theme of the day. As such, we continued making small talk and doing the dishes. I must say, it was a shitload of them, considering the meals we had just had. Also, in all the times I had known Jo-Anne's younger brother, I knew he could never bring himself
After I left my brothers under the reliable care of Mrs Fletcher, I went back to the house to get ready to go spend the night at my friend's. I wasn't really worried about time seeing as it was just after 8pm. Also, there were streetlights all round Woodville, newly installed- thanks to the protests by our parents. Be as it were, l wasn't too sure if armed robbers and other dangerous gangsters would be out of sight or not. Anyways, tonight wasn't the night to worry about all that, after all, Jo-Anne's place was just like two streets away from mine. And I somehow believed that because I had been a good girl all my life and today was my birthday, God would be gracious and kind enough to let me reach my destination not only alive but safe also. With that in mind I got into the bathroom, washed my body thoroughly and got dressed. I wore a simple dress and put a coat over it-it was a bit windy outside and the temperatures were quite low. I tied my hair into a clumsy bun, so that I
As more time passed, we were getting the hang of things indeed and l decided to go back to school. My brothers were grown enough and responsible enough to manage to keep their bedroom tidy and to start preparing dinner while l go to school. Of course day school was out of the question so l was going to attend night school, which was two hours and was a better option since l couldn't spend the day at school. I felt like night school was going to be more effective anyways than day school, because l had attended day school all my life. I knew that the pace in which the lessons moved was very different, night school had limited time so there was no time for play, only serious business. Day school, on the other hand, stretched on from morning till afternoon so there was plenty of time to relax and enjoy in between hours. I guess the teachers at day school also knew they had enough time to cover the whole syllabus so they never had to rush. At night school, the tutor would only cover the
In spite of the pain I was feeling in my heart, seeing Mrs Fletcher there kinda made me feel like my world had not completely crumbled and crashed. I knew that with her help l would find a way forward and survive quite alright. Now, this was all good and fine on paper, but what l needed was an actual strategy-one that would act like an aid to ensure our survival. I hated to think of it, but what my parents had done to us automatically robbed me of my childhood and moved me into parenthood way too soon. Despite Mrs Fletcher's offer to take care of us l knew l had to drop out of school if l wanted to survive this alive. I may be young, but educationally, l was smart enough to know that kids are fragile and delicate, they are not able to encode, process and deal with information the way an adult would. Now due to that, the following day when my brothers still saw no sign of mom and dad, they began to ask questions. I decided to leave out the part where our parents legit aband