CHAPTER ONE.
*Sansa* (Pov)
MY EYES SCANNED THE WHOLE ROOM FOR THE UMPTEENTH TIME. Complete. Set to leave this prison of a house.
My body could hardly contain the excitement that was flowing ceaselessly through me. It still felt like a dream. Leaving this house. Leaving this hell hole.
I was brought out of my trance by a soft knock on the door, followed by a slight push as Aliu, our butler, peeped in. His dark, bald head shinning against the bright lightened room.
"Excuse me, Madam Sansana, I wanted to inform you that the cab driver has arrived."
"Alright. Thank you, Aliu. I'll be downstairs in a minute." I replied with a soft smile at the man that even though he was employed as our butler, I'd taken him as my friend and confidant over the years. I would miss him dearly.
"Oh and... Madam Sansana?"
I chuckled lightly at the way he always mentioned my name. "Yes... Aliu?"
"Your father is downstairs as well. Waiting for you."
I nodded tightly at his words. I knew I was going to have that last confrontation with the devil. Yes, my dad.
I noticed Aliu's eyes scan the room which was filled and scattered with boxes and traveling bags. He was probably wondering why I had so many load.
"I'll start moving your boxes to the car now, Madam." He said as he proceeded to pick up one of the heaviest boxes.
"Oh, no.. Don't worry about it, Aliu. I can-"
"Ah-Ah, no. It is my job and I must do it."
"But-"
"No buts, Sansana. Please, do not stop me."
I smiled warmly at him. Aliu was one hardworking man. From overseeing the kitchen, to arranging my father's busy schedules and watching over the mansion. He was always so eager to work.
"Thank you, Aliu."
He bowed slightly as a form of reply and moved to carry the boxes out.
I turned and went forward to stare at myself in my large mirror. I would miss my mirror. It was as wide as the wall of my room. So much so that you could see every other parts of the room.
I stared at myself for a while. I'd singlehandedly braided my long, stubborn hair into a large fish tail, which brought out the details of my face.
My large smokey eyes fringed with long dark lashes, the angle of my straight, pointed nose, my high cheek bones which made me look almost mean, and finally my chin. It had a dent in the middle, making my chin look more protruding.
I was wearing one of my favorite outfits today. A pink sweatshirt, dark green shorts and a white sneaker. Looking at me in public, one would think I was much more older than the 19 year old that I am. Since I was young, I'd been having that rapid growth.
My breasts were a little larger than the average, which made my stance look more defiant and matured. And then, my wide hips, so much like my mom. My mom....
I sighed and smiled brightly at my self in the mirror. No pasts. No regrets. No pain. No remembrance.
MR COLLINS OSE OSAZE WAS SEATED BEHIND HIS DESK as I pushed open the door without even knocking.
His head speedily snapped up first in fear, then surprise at seeing me. I hardly entered his office to talk him. I hardly even communicated with him in this big house.
"Adesua, my daughter, you're leaving early?"
I felt my face scrunch up in anger. He knew how much I hated being called that name. I preferred Sansa.
Even though I could never understand what pushed my mother to give me that odd name, I would always prefer it to Adesua, the one my father gave me. It just didn't sit well with me.
"Yes, Father. There are some documents I have to sign immediately before my lectures starts. And I have to go over my profile information to make sure I don't forfeit my scholarship."
My Father dropped his face down with a stressed sigh. "In the next 10 years to come, I will never understand why you choose to leave Lagos, where there are better private schools, to go to Abuja. Where you've never even been to!"
"I prefer to go there because I worked towards it! I don't need your own meddling hands in my affairs anymore. I'd prefer to work my butt off by myself than have you do it for me with your bloody money!"
"You will not use such tone with me, young lady!"
"Oh, don't worry. I won't even use any tone with you once I'm out of here for life!"
I saw his eyes widen and glisten with unshed tears. It didn't move me. Not even a bit.
"You will never forgive me for what I did to your mother." He said in a tiny, broken voice.
"Leave mom out of this!"
"For goodness sake, Sansa, What happened was a mistake! I've begged and begged for forgiveness! Even Your mom in heaven would have forgiven me by now!"
I just couldn't help it. I bursted into hard feats of laughter in front of my father. My body was trembling with the force of my laughter.
"You're just so unbelievable, Mr Collins. I have no time for your terrible attempt at reconciliation. Good bye, dad." I said and turned to walk out.
"I love you, Sansa." He said.
I froze and slowly turned back to him. Love? Love?!
"I hate you." I replied. I heard the gasps outside and knew for a fact that the servants were steadily listening to our conversation. Rude people.
"Be careful, Sansa. Watch what you say to me. I am your father."
"A father who killed my mother!"
"It wasn't intentional! Jesus!"
"You were never remorseful! You kept me locked up and didn't even allow me to attend my own mother's burial! You never listened to me! Never attended to me! You destroyed my life! Now you talk about love because I'm leaving..?!"
By the time I had finished venting out, My father had already left his seat behind the desk and was walking towards me. I noticed the tears had already escaped. I didn't think he noticed. My father detested crying.
"I won't banter words with you, my daughter. I just want you to take this." I looked down at what was on his hands. I was about to swat his hand off before my eyes caught the picture.
I instantly froze the moment I saw my mother's beautiful face and.... Me. She was holding me in her arms. Little me. I felt my eyes unconsciously water as I stared at the picture.
"Why are you showing me this now?" I tried to sound harsh, but I knew my voice came out in a miserable squeak.
"I have always wanted to give it to you."
"Thank you." I croaked out.
And then I felt it. His warm, flat lips on my forehead. The tears I'd been trying so hard to keep at bay finally fell off the moment I shut my eyelids.
I felt his tall, strong frame move with a strong tremor and I knew he was crying. Crying for what? I didn't know. But I cried along with him.
We held each other for what seemed like hours, before I awkwardly pulled back and angled my head up so I could stare at him.
"I have put enough money into all of your accounts. And I've contacted your aunt at Abuja. When you feel like you need to lay off campus.. You can go spend time with her. She'll gladly welcome you with open arms."
"Uh, no. I've had enough of family members. And besides... I'm sharing an apartment off campus with another student."
"But still... Her contact and address has been sent to your mail." He countered with a stern look. I glared back at him. Then he broke into a smile.
"Take care of yourself, my stubborn girl." He said.
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I SIGHED WITH DELIGHT AS I FELT THE FRESH AIR OF ABUJA WAVE THROUGH ME. I Squealed in delight as we approached the school gates. I smiled as I read the bold writing in front of the gate.
GENTRY UNIVERSITY.
I still couldn't believe that I was going to be schooling in one of the most prestigious schools in Africa. Their facilities was topnotch.
According to my research, they were one of the schools that aimed on giving students a quality education that was up to the British standards. The cost of attending the school without a scholarship was at least half the price of sending a student to study abroad currently.
The school gate was over 6km from Abuja central Area, On Jabi airport road bypassing ring road. The social area and sports complex was also as wide as an average national stadium.
Gentry University began in April 2009 with a foundation class and just three faculties. Currently, they have about seven faculties with their different facilities.
The school itself was originated by a sole proprietor. I wasn't able to find any information about the man so that was all I knew.
"We're here, Ma'am." The driver said, making me break out of my thoughts.
"Oh, Thank you!" I replied enthusiastically and jumped out of the car with the boxes I could manage to carry.
AFTER ABOUT AN HOUR, all my things were stacked into the tiny but sturdy apartment. I was wondering why my roommate, Amarachi Ekezie, wasn't around yet. She was supposed to arrive earlier than me.
After I paid the cab man and plugged my phone into my charger, I quickly dashed to the toilet to ease myself.
When I returned to the room, I started sorting out my things; books, clothes, cutleries and some furnitures. I scanned the tiny room and smiled the moment I realized I was finally free. Freedom.
I was about to begin the arrangements of my furnitures when I distantly heard the scrapping sound of heels on tiles.
"SANSA OSAZE!! OH MY GOD! I'M SO EXCITED TO FINALLY MEET YOU!!" I placed my hand over my head with a wince as my new room mate walked in. She was practically screaming.
"Hi, Amarachi, I'm....."
I trailed off as my eyes landed on her. Woah.
She was wearing an almost see-through bra or bikini, I could practically see the dark crests of her nipple. And worse, her whole lower body was on display save for the panty thingy that was wrapped tightly in the middle of her vagina. The leggings she had on was as transparent as her light skin.
Her face was shinning with the ridiculously thick make up and bronzer she had all over. And she was wearing a bright red wig. Red wig!
Before I could stop my sharp tongue, I heard myself scream in horror at her appearance.
"What the heck are you wearing?!!"
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End of chapter 1.
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