"What are you doing here?" Yetunde's disgusted tone woke a dozing Romola.

"Yetunde." Romola couldn't even find a courteous bone in her body as she glared at her friend.

"Tah. Tah. Don't let me name sound in your filthy lying mouth." Yetunde raised her hand at Romola.

"My mouth is not filthy."

"That's right." Yetunde smirked, toying with the silver chain strap of her black mini leather bag. She allowed her weight to rest on her left foot which was tucked in her yellow slippers. "It's your soul that is filthy. Please don't touch me. I'm just coming back from church and I don't want to be soiled with your rubbish."

"What rubbish?" Romola hoisted herself to her feet, using the walls as a support. "You mean the lies you told my family."

"Lies?" Yetunde stared into Romola's eyes.

Romola opened her mouth to challenge Yetunde but the words did not cross her lips. She realized that she was at Yetunde's mercy because her friend had the keys to the house. She was mentally exhausted and her clothes stunk. "Can you just open the door?"

"Which door? You are not living in this house any more."

Romola hissed. "You have to mad. Have you forgotten that we rented this place together?"

"Is it the 200k that you paid that is making you bark like a dog?" Yetunde dropped the golden heels in her hand before smirking at Romola. "Of course, you can't raise that while selling bread. You got that money from whoring around."

"I wasn't whoring around."

Yetunde covered her ears with her palms. "I don't care if you got it from a sugar daddy or something else. You cannot step into this house. I already have a room mate and she's moving in later today."

Romola froze. It took Yetunde's bumping into her to restore her presence of mind.

"I don't want to stay with you either. You are worse than I am. You tried to poison me."

"And you tried to steal my man!" Yetunde swung around so fast that her long box braids smacked Romola's face. She closed the gap between them and pointed a finger at Romola. "Do you think I don't know that you never lost your memory. It was all a ploy to steal Olumide from me. I read all the stinking messages you sent to him. You're nothing but a cheap slut. I wished that poison had killed you."

"I wish I had never met you." Romola screamed. "All of this was because of a man. You ruined my life for a man I would gladly have dumped in your hands. Do you know what you cost me?"

"I haven't cost you anything. You were living a lie and now that your real life has been revealed, you want to accuse me, Yetunde. A whole Yetunde, daughter of Kolawaole Adeiga of ruining your life. No Romola, you didn't lose anything that wasn't yours in the first place."

Yetunde searched inside her bag while Romola fought to check her anger. "Have you forgotten that when it was time to to drop the down payment for this house, you didn't have money and I had to help you out. I'm sure you used your money to buy drugs. If you know what is good for you, you will open this damned door."

"Go and meet your useless sugar daddies to do Gofundme for a new apartment. I already sent your things to your appointed bed space in the school hostel. It would be in your best interest to look for your things before hostel thieves help sou to keep it."

"I can't believe you are doing all these because of a man who wouldn't look at your twice even if you were wearing see-through underwear. Olumide does not see you as anything but a selfish brat."

"Stop it." Yetunde screeched, slapping Romola across the face.

Romola's hands were quick to return the slap with a fury of blows and kicks. Her anger gave her strength. While Yetunde cried and screamed for help, clawing at Romola's hair and her face. She vented all her anger on Yetunde's body.

"Jesus!" Romola heard an older woman- Yetunde's mother, she assumed- scream before a sharp pain pierced her head but she kept her onslaught on Yetunde's body.

Tight arms encircled her waist and pulled Romola away from Yetunde. She struggled, kicking and screaming, "Let me put that girl back where she belongs. Yetunde, they dinnor born you well to talk to me like that."

Both mother and daughter pinned her to the ground. She struggled to lift her shoulder, arms, feet or anything she could use to hit Yetunde but her limbs were losing strength and the combined effort of the mother and daughter duo soon wore her out. 

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