"Good evening Sir." I muttered as I went to my room. After what he told me, I hadn't spoken to him except for greetings and one worded answers. I actually don't understand what is going on. Tears flowed freely as I recalled everything.

     I struggled with school work. I had to repeat year 11 due to the constant loss of concentration and depression. I miss the family dinners and trips, the times she comes to pick me from school and the good night hugs. I'm hurting inside. Why doesn't he see this? I need to talk to someone, but the question is, am I ready to do so?

       I cried myself to sleep and woke up to a terrible headache and hunger. I quickly cleaned myself up. It's already 7pm.
           It's not like I really sleep at night.

     I passed by Father and took a drink and cookie box.
  "We're you crying?" He asks

     "No."
              My eyes were just sweating.

"I cooked already, want some?"
             So you can cook.

    "Nope. Good night" I went to my room. I sighed as I laid on my bed. Rumbling stomach brought me out of my reverie. I better eat something.
       
    It's 11:30pm and I'm not sleepy yet. I got my result already, I might as well check it. I did well except for maths which is a C. So officially, second term is over when we'll not hear word again because of GCE. I put the result back to start packing for Friday, a day which would change my life for good or worse.

                   * * *
   "Seat at the front please." Father says.
                Nahh. I'll pass for now.

"No sir. I might fall asleep during the journey" I replied.

        "Okay"

      Friday is finally here and I get to be away from Father. I'm not sleeping, just want be away from him. I plugged in my earphones and started vibing to Rema's songs from bad commando.

       Bad man dem know
    Dem know say I be bad  commando
  Each and every night on the road I pray you never come near my zone
They no send me many years ago When I dey hustle for the street on a low
Each and every bad man dem know ...

       As I was listening, a message came in from any unknown number:
               "Hello, I'm a thief and I'm here to steal you heart".
                                   ---X

      So cheesy. I wanted to ask who the person was, but do I want to start chatting by messaging?

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