Author's Note: There is time difference in Andrew's side and Priscilla's side. We should know that that of Andrew is a bit fast paced. As you can see, it's almost a week since the death of Chimdi as hinted in the previous chapter. But it's just two days here since Priscilla went to Austin's house and caused havoc.

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Some children are simply born with tragedy in their blood.

~Unknown.

~☆PRISCILLA ELZER SOUTH☆~

High functioning bitch?!

I nearly chuckled because asides being aware of what I am, it was pathetic to hear that from dad.

Sitting on his throne- a plush lilac exquisite sofa, with his tall half filled glass of white wine he looked like the Babylonian queen of so many sorrows who Aunty Tori- sitting right beside him in place of mom, had once told me of.

I tried to take a deep breathe because the air was beginning to get suffocative and the three pendant lights which were hung at differing heights made the living room look so damn bright, as though the spotlight was right on me.

Even though it seemed so much like it.

I tried to keep up with the neutral look when deep down, my soul was soaking and having multiple convulsive flips in the sea of curiosity of where the exact fuck mom is.

I wasn't thinking of how Aunty Tori who lives seven seas away in Kastina got here. Nor why I was standing in the middle of the living room like a thief at no mercy of angry mobs.

"You're demonic, Elzer. How many ill reports of yours will we keep getting from your school? Are you the only student in Intel High?!" Father- Christian South roared, his eyes charging at me even before his hands did.

I didn't veer back. Standing and watching was all that could be done at that moment, so I stood and watched with the width of my lips ready to stretch anytime soon into the widest smile ever, cutting through it's elastic limit while I laugh like a broken music record.

"Christian!" Disappointment was etched all over Aunty Tori's face as she gave dad the side eye.

"You didn't have me leave my husband and kids back there in this period of crisis so as to watch you dehumanize Priscilla, did you?!"

Not just in age, but she was the older one in everything, including common sense which happened to be a rare commodity for father to find.

"Just like the mother, she keeps making me angry. Can you see how unmoved she is? She has no regards for me as her father, Tori!" Father clenched his fist and looked at me with spite, as though I wasn't from his loins.

His comparison of me to mom got my blood boiling so hot, I nearly cooked myself alive.

By all standards of criticism, I'm way stronger and better than mom because unlike her, when nonsense escalates, I don't smile around and suck it up.

Rather, I bark and then I bite in my venom.

"Don't talk about Diane like that. She's still the mother of your child. What do you want to impact into Priscilla who's hearing you say all this about her mom?"

I chuckled once more, resisting the urge to let loose my mouth because surprisingly, I'm curious to know what he has to say about this.

"I didn't ask you to come over and lecture me, Tori. What other way should a fool be dealt with?"

I was mad with fury. At the same time I was sick to death. I thought I'd die just now from misery.

Fluttering my eyes shut to take one more deep breathe, I opened those cursed pair to behold the last thing I would want to, at the moment.

It was their wedding picture. Mom and dad on the day they tied the nuptial nut staring into each other's eyes but all I could see was voidness.

The loudest kind of it.

While dad had a wide smile playing on his lips, mom had the saddest eyes ever. They looked so miserable, I've always wanted to cover that particular picture frame and keep it forever in hiding.

At times, when Ede takes me round the city in my car for cruise, I don't just think about my misfortune. I also think about my parents and how unfortunate they are with each other.

I stared at dad right in the eyes, rage building up within me to the point of near combustion.

"What does he have to impact into me when he beats up his wife in my damn presence, not minding if I'm watching or not?" I blurt out, talking to no one in particular.

Aunty Tori gulped down the lump that formed overtime during our word exchange at the back of her throat as she let out a broken sigh.

It wasn't her first time visiting us because our shits got too more messy that we needed an extended family to view our dirty linen from all angles and then make it fake-white.

Because at the end, the shit got messier as it hit the fan and we all managed our damn selves.

"Elzer!" Father rose up with the most furious eyes ever.

Just like that sorta weather that welcomes one of the earth's most disastrous plane crash, his eyes were fire and storm together.

"You know I hate it when you call me Elzer. I'm no damn Disney princess. I'm just that witch, father!!! Just end me." I yelled just as he was about to launch that one deadly blow on my face.

Aunty Tori had sprang up with the speed of light, pushing dad aside with all her might, with eyes widened and possibly in wonder of how it all got to this.

"Don't yield to her childishness, Christian." She was breathing like a toad.

"What is wrong with you, Cilla? Can you not make this any worse? You should apologize to your father for the ache you've caused him. How could you do such a thing to your classmate, Cilla?"

I hate it when anyone but Austin shortens my name because it always sounds awful, hearing it from them.

But just like I always ignore mom who calls me that whenever she's mad, I think I might also ignore Aunty Tori's ignorance.

She'd never call me something I hate.

"I really don't have the answers to that. But they say a seed only springs forth what exactly it is. So why don't you ask your brother?"

I eyed dad who was red with fury. God knows how glad I am to Him, if not for anything, but for the gift of dark skin I got from mom, which help mask up all my damn emotions.

I do think about this more than often. If I was a splitting image of dad, I would have attempted suicide not just once.

"The worst mistake I made is having you come around." Dad turned to his sister. "She knows how this matter would have been handled had you not been here. But it's fine. All things work together for the good of those who love the lord." He finished with a smile.

I don't love the Lord.

I'm just aware of His existence but He can't claim to be good when He let me have a lunatic as a father and create me the way that I am.

"I'll speak to her. You need to go and rest your head on that soft pillow of yours."Aunty Tori sighed.

"And tell her that she has two options- dropping out of that school or getting married. Both husband and school, I'll get to decide for her." Then he stormed off after saying those words to his sister, as though I'm not here with them.

My mouth... it suddenly ran dry.

What in this spherical earth did I just hear?!

"I don't know how to apologize enough, Priscilla. Your father is one of a kind and so are you-" She paused and smacked her head.

Like, she really smacked her head and let out a I-just-fucked-up kind of sigh.

"Oh no, I didn't mean to say that. Believe me, I'm just at loss of words."

I simply nodded because I just want to get away from here and curl myself into a ball on my bed while thinking about today as a whole.

"Your parents are just hurt-"

I'm reminded of his wife. "I-Is my mom okay?"

I can't believe I held my breathe to ask that question. It can't be possible that I cared that much to think of how to handle a disaster, if there was one.

"Her outlet must be making her feel better right now. You need not to worry about her." Aunty Tori tapped my back gently, not removing her hand from it.

What outlet?

Before I could contemplate on asking or not, Aunty Tori urged me with her hand to get going out of the living room as she walked right behind me with her hand still on my back.

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Bad Heart, Worse Temper.

That's what crossed my heart as I walked through the hallway with Aunty Tori behind me like a guardian angel.

She had this calming aura and somehow, that calmness diffused into me because my mind is no more a shitty pack of mess.

It still is a mess. But not the kind that puts you in that indepth state of misery and all your insides wants to fall out because you keep getting less comfortable with life.

There's this new picture frame on the wall leading straight to my room and it's weird because two- more or less hours ago, I beheld upon getting into the house and furthering into the hallway downstairs, a towering quartzite wall that reached all the way up to the rafters, creating a stunning focal point.

Who could have done all this of all days but a chaotic one like this?

The tower in the picture frame reminds me of Austin's bucket list. He's a die hard Anime fan so he always wanted to visit the Tokyo tower, stroll through Osaka castle, Hike up to Mount Fuji (even though he's not so good in hiking) and even witness sumo wrestling.

But then, I don't care anymore. If he wants to hang on the sky and watch the sun while melting, that's more than excellent.

Pushing my room door ajar, I walked right inside and froze. Wrinkles danced around my forehead as I stared in confusion at the shocking sight before me.

There was a pair of imposing bookcase which climbed all the way to the top of each sides of a strange ornate framed mirror. And they were all filled with books.

BOOKS?! OF ALL THINGS IN THIS MISERABLE LIFE!!

Urgh. How I so detest reading silly surreal fictional books that reduce people, just like my mom to a piece of bread!

She must have finished reading a romance novel (unfortunately, her favorite genre) which had an happy-ever-after before saying yes to father.

I tilted my head, still not moving as I stared at a large picture frame of a glass-bodied butterfly spreading it's ugly wings as it took up water from a blue ocean.

Butterflies are mother's favourite animal. And because she loved them, I despised them, most especially, after she told me few months ago, to try spread my hidden wings and fly away.

Her words were and still remain indigestible. Because one, I'm never going to let myself to be likened to those hideous creatures. Secondly, if at all I had those wings as she mentioned, would I have waited for her to give out that order before I fly far away into the sky?

Now comes the pathetic part, Whatever wings I could ever have must have been clipped by father who would forever want to have me under his control.

I began moving towards the picture frame. To break it. To destroy it and let whoever set it here know that they've been mistaken.

"What about that butterfly do you like?" Not her voice, but this question coming from Aunty Tori made me halt.

I scoffed.

Everything was wrong with that question.

"Definitely has to be what its body is made of." I retorted.

She lifted a brow for further explanation.

"Its glassy body makes it vulnerable, I want to leave it in shards right now." I didn't beat around the bush.

Aunty Tori smiled. "Instead of seeing it in that perspective, why don't you see that glass body of it as a feature that made it fragile. Like that butterfly, Priscilla, humans are fragile and if not carefully handled- we get broken."

My brows furrowed into an arch as I actually spend some seconds thinking her words through.

Fragile? That's too weak.

I'm rather tough as a nut.

In Intel High, I rule as a king because... what's the point of having power and not terrifying people a bit? What's the actual point of shrinking, when I can be the Supremacy?

You see?

It's either you bow or make them bow. And I'm in no damn position of getting on my knees to apologize to anyone who dares to disrespect me. Not when I can make them pay with something more costly than their blood.

"Well, if you chose to be that insignificant butterfly, I have the right to refuse not to be likened to one." I stated.

"That's where you got it all wrong, girl. The flap of that butterfly wing can cause a typhoon effect halfway around the world. More like a reverberation effect. And just like those weak classmates of yours that you do bully, darling, they have so much potential in them and they hold much more significance than you will ever imagine."

I stared at Aunty Tori tongue tied.

Mother must be the one behind this. Every new thing here is exactly what she love but doesn't have. And then, she suddenly thinks she can mold me into that image that suits her?

It's N for Never.

"Take Off Your Clothes, Cilla."

~☆ANDREW IDRIS HILLS☆~

It's just an interrogation right?

But the officers here are angry looking and determined to force words out of people. And it's quite amusing to watch Evara, being all nervous as she tried for the nth time to explain to those men why she left the party and returned back within an hour.

"He was flirting with other girls there, I just couldn't stand it." She repeated, slowly losing her sanity.

I could feel her misery.

Outside the lecture hall were tens of students who attended the amanpiano party. And due to the limited number of police officers, the work was going on slowly and there was almost nothing like the word 'privacy' here.

Those men were amateur sluths. I could smell them from a distance and run, but I don't because while mixing work with stupid sentiment, they end up being at loss of the actual information needed.

"And you came back right after he died. What made you change your mind, Evara? Why did you plot to kill your boyfriend?" The officers voice kept rising an octave, getting the attention of many on them.

"Do I have to explain this again? He had the spare key of my room. When I got to my lodge and couldn't find my key anywhere in my bag, I suspected that he must have taken it away to frustrate me. Actually, I was going to break up with him after taking the spare key if he was to lie about not hiding that key, but-"

She choked on her words. Everyone was staring at their direction now because obviously, this was no longer an interrogation or whatever Nadine told us it was about thirty minutes ago in the lecture hall.

"---he was gone when I returned."

I stared at the thick notebook where we're queuing up to write down on our details so as to be contacted later as we all couldn't get interrogated under this inferno hot sun.

"You need to follow us to the station after this. You're a suspect and there are-"

Evara jerked her hand away from the grip of the officer who looked like he was ready to force her into that white police car beside them.

"I'm not going anywhere, now."

"You don't get it," A big bellied police officer who had finished talking to another student without being as dramatic as his colleague, walked over to where they were, all riled up.

"You don't tell us when to interrogate you, miss. Not when you're the prime suspect in this ongoing case. Or do you want your hands pressed together and cuffed before you do the necessary?" The man yelled.

This was so uncourteous. And as much as I found it quite engaging to watch Evara act all nervous while those men asked her numerous intrusive and insensitive questions, I was beginning to get utterly disgusted.

"I bet this men are doing this to get promoted at work." Someone beside me hissed.

"Isn't that Detective Paul from Lecturer Agu's case who acted so nonchalant about everything? I wonder what changed about him."

"I'm going to hostel, biko. Let the dead investigate the dead. No be me kill Chimdi."

I walked right from where I stood, towards Evara and the officers, hearing the sound of my shoe against the interlocked ground and asking myself, if she was worth the intervention.

The quad turned to look at me and for reasons unknown to me, Evara's shoulders suddenly weren't tensed anymore and she let out a deep sigh of relief.

That was enough to count her worthy of the help I was about rendering.

"You can't force her against her will to get into the car. Asides, infringing on her right to movement, don't you think this whole shit should be postponed to another day when you can politely invite her to the station. She lost someone dear to her and you can't force words out her mouth through violence."

My hands were deep in the pocket of my jeans as I casually said those words to the officers.

The big bellied officer with the name Paul A. V present on his name tag, stared at me with so much disdain as his eyes accessed me from my stoic looking face down to the sneakers I was putting on.

He looked intimidating, decisive and analytic.

"Are you the one she plotted with to kill her boyfriend? Don't act so smart when you could end up any second from now, sandwiched against her in here." He pointed at the white police car.

I chuckled darkly, adjusting my t-shirt as I let my silence speak for us.

Evara and I.

"You should excuse us if you don't want to be carted away to the station and have us start the real interrogation with you." Was that a threat?

I don't know, So I asked him.

"Whatever you call it. What is your name?" Detective Paul inquired.

"Andrew."

"Have you no root? What is your surname?!" One of the officers that was questioning Evara before Detective Paul joined them, asked.

I let my lips stretch into a smile. A crooked, decaying one. I'm sure I look like hell right now because I want to slice his lips off, till he's physically speechless.

"Andrew Idris Hills is the name, officer."

"You're a suspect for attending the amanpiano party. Kindly get into the car right now, Mr Hills." Detective Paul said as asked Evara to go with a move of his head.

"Are you insane? You didn't do anything wrong, why will you listen to this-" Evara swallowed whatever mean thing she wanted to say about the officers. "Just leave, Andy!"

The three officers took their time exchanging looks as though mere friends don't ever shorten names while addressing each other's name.

"I've got this. You can actually leave us now." I assured her but she looked so hesitant.

I thought she would have reached her lodge but when we came out and I saw her being interrogated, I came to the conclusion that she must be unlucky with life.

"Here," Detective Paul led me to the small white police car, only that I entered without metal cuffs on my hands. And the fact that I'm not the prime suspect.

There was a mounted radar right on the dashboard. A loJack system, dash camera, notepad and a rifle which had my eyes glued to it because this officers must have really not esteemed me at all, to leave me here for even a minute, with this rifle here.

One of the officers got into the driver's seat just then, Detective Paul sat in the other seat at the front while that annoying officer joined me here at the back.

The radio crackled to life and sirens wailed as the officer put the key in the ignition and turned in right.

"Today, you go explain tire. No evidence to prove say no be you do am." This officer beside me won't just shut the hell up.

Wait...

What exactly was that for?

Detective Paul tilted his head to the back and gave him the stink eye.

"You know the police is your friend, right?" Detective Paul asked with a sadistic smile as he further tilted his head to face me.

I merely shrugged.

I know the Police are bastards and back stabbers. Which is why though I'm here, my guards aren't down.

The car accelerated and within minutes, we were not just out of the University of Medical Sciences itself but right in front of the police station.

Haewwww.

That's that guys,😩💗 how do you see this chapter?

What's your thought on her dad?

Aunty Tori?

Priscilla's perspective of butterflies?

And what do you think will go down in that police station?

Till next update guys.

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