They were arguing again. This time, they didn't care about their daughter who was standing there watching. My mother waved her hands around, pointed and even threw both her shoes at my father.

My daddy defended himself and his side chick from my mother's harsh words. He kept shielding her as if my mother would suddenly throw something at her too.

The homewrecker, she just used my father as her guard. She looked flushed with embarrassment at being caught, confused on what to do and most especially, there was fear from what my mother would do.

I had never been more scared in my life. The reality of my parents crumbling relationship was beginning to sink in. No, it had already settled and begun to create a city. It was pretty obvious that they were over. 

I didn't last more than ten minutes. I couldn't say anything because I had nothing to say. My father had clearly cheated. Not in a hotel or somewhere more private, but in the sacred home of his family. There was no defending what I had witnessed.

I retreated to my room like a zombie. My mind was buzzing with a million thoughts. Would this mean I needed to choose a parent now? Or did any one of them even want me? Daddy had his homewrecker and they could make a home together. Mummy hadn't contacted me in months.

I wasn't sure how to feel at the moment. Angry? Sad? Glad that I now knew where my parents' relationship stood? Glad that my suspicion had been right? Bummed that I hadn't figured it out even after skipping school?

In the movies, the main character would slide down her room door in tears. I was more confused and shocked than sad and angry. I didn't know if what I was feeling was even right.

Sleeping was going to be impossible. Not only were my parents were still arguing in the living room, but I had received a message from Kenneth. When I opened it, it had just five words in form of a question.

Can I call you tomorrow?

Why was this happening to me? Why did the Lord choose me to pick on? Was this one of those tests like Job in the Bible? The Lord said he wouldn't give us situations we couldn't overcome, could I really overcome this?

That night, I couldn't quite recall how I fell asleep. Maybe I had been exhausted from my amazing day with my boyfriend. Maybe I just wanted to stop the yelling and shouting that were harming my ears. Or maybe the Lord took pity on me and gave me a break. A little break, because he knew the chaos that awaited me the next day.

When I awoke on Sunday morning, I didn't expect my dad to be fully dressed for church. I had assumed he would be a complete mess like the last time, but who knows, maybe the home wrecker had comforted him.

We didn't say a word to each other the whole drive there. During service, I avoided interacting with the choir, using my father as an excuse and didn't speak to my excuse the whole ride home.

It wasn't that I didn't have anything to say or that I was giving him the silent treatment. It was that I didn't know what to say first or how to say it. I had a million questions to ask but I didn't want to provoke him in a way that would be negative to me.

For some reason. I still wasn't angry. I was just anxious about what would come next and curious about the whole situation. The only person I resented at the moment, asides from Maureen, was my mother.

Now I know, she was supposedly the affair victim. But that was her marriage, her relationship with my father. That was not an excuse to cut all ties with me, to end the relationship she had with me, her daughter. Unless she had a reasonable explanation for her sudden disappearance from my life, I would remain angry.

After we got home, I didn't bother changing out of my blue long-sleeved top, black curvy pencil skirt and black sneakers. I just announced I would be going to a friend's house and headed towards the door as quick as possible.

My dad didn't stop me. This had never happened in the history of my life, not even when I wanted to visit Maureen. Maybe I could use my parents fall out to my advantage.

Daniel's house was less than thirty minutes away and it wasn't until I rang the door bell that my heart begun to race ten times as much.

It had been two days since I had officially broken one of Daniel's legs. Well it wasn't broken broken, just a minor fracture and he was going to be fine in a month or two. But that didn't wash away the shame and embarrassment that filled me to my shoes as Daniel opened the door.

"Daniel, hey." I started off awkwardly. How did you start a conversation with your victim? Daniel leaned against the doorpost and crossed his arms. He had a crutch tucked under his armpit, his leg in a cast had some writings on it.

A very familiar signature caught my eye instantly and they widened in shock. Lois Solesi had dropped by? Her signature was unique, one of the most mature ones I had ever seen by a teenager and there it was, displayed on Daniel's foot.

When I got ahold of my shock, I was met with a disgusted look from Daniel, who still hadn't invited me in. "Can I come in?"

"Why?"

I was taken aback at his rude and icy tone. I knew I had disabled him, but he didn't have to stay mad at me. It wasn't like I had done it on purpose. Maybe it was on purpose but not for the purpose of hurting him.

"Daniel. I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to push you and I've been trying to apologize but you didn't reply any of my messages and-"

"I called you, didn't I?"

I furrowed my brows and thought for a second, yes he had called me, but I was on my first ever date with my first ever real boyfriend. He didn't always have to come first in my life.

"But I was busy. I'm sorry nau. Are you still angry? I thought we were gees?"

Daniel closed his eyes for what felt like year's before turning around and starting his very sad and slow walk with his crutch supporting him, back into the house. Assuming that was his way of inviting me in, I followed in suit.

He sat on the living room couch, the one that looked way more expensive than my big flat screen tv at home. Lifting his hurt leg onto the chair, he leaned back again one of the hands of the chair, also with throw pillow support.

I sat on a chair facing him. One of the many expensive chairs in his very expensive house. Daniel lived in a what seemed to be at most 7 bedroom duplex. The main colors were wine and cream, except the chairs and some other items which were black.

Everything in Daniel's house looked expensive. Unlike most homes, opposite his living room was a bar and not a dining room. Daniel had once shown us the dining room, which was in another room, close one of the kitchens. They had two kitchens. Funny enough, the only two who occupied this building were Daniel and His father.

"Why did you come all the way here?" He started. Daniel had on a grumpy look, which was quite ironic to his t-shirt that bore a large smiley face emoji. He had his hands crossed over his chest and was avoiding eye contact with me. Mostly staring at the pretty chandelier above us.

"Um, you called me yesterday remember? You told me to come over, so I did."

"That was yesterday."

"And today is today. I know how days work."

Daniel rolled his eyes at my childish response and I could see a small smile tug on his lips.

"So why? Why hath thou summoned me Master David?"

David shut his eyes and scrunched up his nose in disgust. "Must you be weird!" He groaned in annoyance and his whole expression happened to be one of the funniest things I had ever seen. I couldn't help but laugh. And so he laughed with me.

"It's your fault. You bring out my inner weirdness." Then I stuck out my tongue at him.

"Are you five?" He then chuckled and shook his head. "What am I saying, that's an insult to five-year-olds." Then he began his own round of laughter.

I gasped and hurriedly grabbed the pillow on my chair before attacking Daniel. I smacked him repeatedly over his face and upper body, being extra careful about his leg but still having as much fun as possible.

"This is cheating!" He managed out during my attack.

"I'm disabled!" He continued to yell out. To which I increased the speed of my attack.

When my hands grew tired and I was out of breath, I collapsed on the floor beside the couch. Leaning my back against the couch. Daniel seeing this as his chance, smacked me over the head with a pillow. "I must win sha." Was his excuse.

After that, we both sat in silence. It wasn't awkward like before, it was more comfortable, the tension having dissolved. Then Daniel decided he didn't like this peace between us.

"Kolupo, do you like like me?"