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Lost and defeated, but still, I stand
My heart in pieces will beat again
There is a story written in the stars
That makes it worth it just to bear these scars

~Chloe~

I was grounded for a month. But that wasn't the worst part, my phones and gadget were locked away in the basement for that period of one month.  Oh well I was just glad I've been able to do a double update on my story HOW TO GET AWAY WITH BULLIES on Wattpad. Still I was upset it's like mother didn't understand the gravity of  Zoe's offense, of what Zoe did to me. It's either she understood but didn't care or she was having too much of a hard time in the hospital to even care. I wanted to cry, to scream even but I had lost the will too. I was done crying my eyes out for things like this.

It was high time I showed Zoe just how mean I could be, and that was starting today and right now. I wiped the tears that were planing on blurry my vision, stood up from my bed, and headed to her room. It was in total disarray but she wasn't in the room either. I heard a voice from downstairs and I knew all too well that she and someone were downstairs talking. Knowing that I was grounded and I wasn't allowed to leave my room, I still decided to test the water to see and know who she was talking with.

"Mom I can explain, I was drunk when it all happened."

"Drunk? Really Zoe? You are just sixteen for pit-sake. When I was your age, all I busied myself with was my WAEC and JAMB. Sadly here you are getting yourself wasted!"

The voice I could now recognize as that of my mom said, scolding Zoe. She looked like a mess and if not for the fact the we had the same face, I would have mistaken her for someone else. Her clothes were baggy and her entire face was swollen and red all over. Either it was from too much crying or mom must have done a lot of Justice to her face by slapping her really hard, repeatedly.

"Mom I am so sorry. I didn't mean for any of this to happen. Please forgive me." Zoe pleaded choking on her tears. This must be something serious for Zoe to be pleading and crying this way. In as much as it broke my heart to see her like this, a little part of me was contented that at least while I was grounded for ripping her room to pieces, she wasn't having it all rosy either. Whatever it was she was being punished for I didn't care as long as she was getting her fair share of punishment, it was good enough for me.

"Mummy please, I can't go to school like this. I can't let my classmate see me like this. Please let us get rid of..."

"Rid of what? So you can die in the process abi?? No, hell no! You are keeping it, whether you like it or the devil hates it, you are keeping it. Period!"

With that mom walked out on her, leaving her there in the middle of the sitting room in the pool of her tears. I must say this is quite a sight. I was willing to go though any length to prove that I am not the Chloe she used to boss around. I took my time descending the stair, my eyes training on her alone. She must have felt my stares and presence because she looked up. Our eyes met for a split seconds before she looked away.

I noticed a lot of emotions were swimming in her eyes but I didn't pay a mind to it. I wanted revenge for all the wrong she had done to me and I sure as hell was going to get it. I finally got to where she was standing and I chuckled humorlessly trying to get her  attention. She wrapped her hands around her mid section, hugging her self. She looked everywhere expect from me feeling uncomfortable under my scrutinizing gaze, especially because of the way I was cycling round her like a predator hungry for it's prey. Eventually she cracked and spoke when my intense gaze on her was too much to bear.

"Whatever it is you want, just spit it out okay, and stop looking at me like that."

I stopped right in front of her with an evil smile gracing my lips. I knew it was an evil smile because it was hard to keep the smile on, but I held it any way long enough to make a lasting impression.

"Well, well, well. If it isn't little Miss Zozo. What's the matter princesser? Did mom finally realize what a spoilt brat you are? And for once, she denied you of what you are asking for? Oh I know, you finally confessed your feelings to Jayson and now suddenly he feels suffocated by you. Ahhh that must be it."

She sniffed trying to wipe her tears away but they were endless. Still avoiding my gaze she responded with a hiccup saying...

"It's none of those things. Just spit it out alright, what do you want?."

"I'll make it simple for you to comprehend. What I want is revenge, to make you pay some how for all the trouble you've caused me over the years. No more mister nice guy. Right now, who you're looking at is the new Queen. The Queen of mean." I said with an evil smirk gracing my lips. True to my words, I wasn't dressed in my usual baggy clothes. This time I was dressed in black skinny lethal pant trousers, black, purple and a touch of green leather jacket, a black combat boots to go with it and my natural black hair had the tips dyed purple. I had my bottom lips pierced and so were my ears.

She finally had the chance to take a good look at me and her mouth was slightly ajar in realizing. Now a look of horror was on her face as she couldn't believe this was her twin sister. Too shocked to take it all in she turned around to make a  run for it but I put my legs in the way, making sure she tripped.

She hit the floor, her face flat in a loud thud but she was still clutch on to her stomach and I frowned at it. Curious, but I didn't care. At least I didn't want to, not right now. She rolled up so she could face me and I lifted my right foot and marched her hand that were still clutching her stomach. She was crying again, now begging me not to hurt her but I turned deaf ears making sure I put enough weight on my right foot.

"Chloe please I'm sorry. I didn't mean all those things okay. Please I'm sorry. Don't hurt me, I beg you. Please just don't hurt me."

"Oh shut up! Your apologies are 10 years too late. and for your information, this is just the beginning so look alive twin sister."

With that I lifted my left foot that was on still heavy on her mid section to her face. The look of horror mirrored her expression but I didn't hold back. I stumped on her face three times causing her to yell in pain. Mom didn't come out to see what was wrong and that made me stump my foot on her face one more time harder than the first three. Satisfied that I have passed my message, I left her there and walked out of the house heading to the only place my mind could think  of. 

The NightWing club.

~ Zoe~

"Ouchhhh iterrrahhhieee hmmm"

I groaned out in pain laying on my side. I think I might have a cracked bone or worse broken a rib. Thinking about it right now only brought more intense pain to my side and I had to shift uncomfortably lying on my good side. I was in so much pain and I think Chloe might have aggravated the pain by stumping on my face. My head wouldn't stop pounding and as a severe migraine made its way to my head, my whole body screamed in pain. Sadly, I can't do anything about it. 

Trouble in Paradise?

My subconscious asked mockingly as if she weren't experiencing the pain we were going through.  I gritted my teeth in response trying my possible best to sit up using the couch in the sitting room as support. I sat there for a while trying to catch my breath but that moment was short lived.

I heard the sound of the door and footsteps before Mom's voice rang out calling my name.

"Tessa Olajumoke Zoe Babajide!! You are still at stranding there ni? My friend will you move to the kitchen and prepare something for us to eat."

Slowly and painfully I made my way to the kitchen groaning in pain all the way there. Thank goodness my phone was with me at the moment, it was easy for me to just go online to search for what to eat. More importantly a dish I could cook on my one with out burning the whole house down. Thank goodness there was something that was easy and stress free too which was plantain portage.

After watching Several YouTube videos on how to prepare a perfect plantain porridge, I finally got to work starting with washing the pot and slicing the planting as well and every other things I needed for it. Once it was set I put the pot on fire and followed the instructions of the lady in the video watching her every move. Just when it was getting to the critical part my phone died and it took all of me not to angrily smashed the on the wall.

I groaned in annoyances trying my best to keep cooking even though at that point I didn't know what I was cooking any more. The food looked like a comic relief from a TV show and by the time I turned off the gas to taste the food, I wish I had just sticked with the indomie and egg or spaghetti I was already so good at cooking. I sighed tasting the food again and grimace at the sour taste it left in my mouth.

"Gawd it tastes soo bad. I wish  Chloe was here, she'll know what to do"

Wahala for who no sabi cook oo.

Wahala for subconscious who no sabi mind him business.

I fired back shutting my subconscious out of my head. I looked at my supposed plantain portage wondering what and where exactly did I go wrong. I tasted it and noticed it was bland like I didn't put maggi inside which in truth I didn't. That was because I didn't want it to be too sweet but look how that backfired. I turned the gas back on to add Maggie to it and let it cook for a while. 3min later i turned off the gas and decided to dish my food and that of mom's.

"Mommy I'm done cooking. And your food is on the dinning table." I said to Mom once I had plugged my phone in my room and began knocking on my Mom's door to inform her. I managed to get back downstairs amidst my groan of pain. Minutes after I had gotten to the dinning table, Mom came to join me and the minute my Mom got to the table she noticed the food. With a frown on her face she asked without looking up at me to spare me a glance.

"What kind of concussion have you prepared?"

" urrrmm it urmmm... plantain. Plantain portage." I said responding to he question nervously.

She hissed loudly, shaking her head in disappointment before getting up to leave. She stopped at the edge of the stairs that lead to her room turned a bit so she could see me and with out thinking twice she said

" I can't eat that your sorry excuse of a meal. I'm going to order  Mc Donald so stay alert and ready to receive it."

"Mom but- but - but what about the food what should-"

"Didn't you hear what I said. I said I can't eat it  so you can finish it alone or better still share with your sister. I'm sure she is still in her room starving."

With that she accessed the stairs to her room and I sighed, looked at the table on which I occupied. I managed to finish the small portion of plantain portage I took for my self while the one for mom I returned it to the pot. I didn't want to take chances knowing Chloe was till very upset with me the changes of her accepting the food I cooked was slim. I sighed takings care of the dish's I made sure to used ibrupen for my body pains before going to rest a little in sitting room.

Fifteen minutes past eight o'clock, the door bell rang and I didn't need a sooth sayer before I knew it was the delivery guy. I got up to go and get the door and the minute I opened the door to collect the food, I noticed the weird looks he was giving me, licking his lips and stuttering every time he tries to make a complete sentence. I just groaned at him, collected the food from him and slammed the door a little harder than intended. Seconds later mom came rushing down to check up on things due to the loud sound the door made when I slammed it earlier.

"Zoe!!"

"Mahhh!"

"What's going on? What was that sound I heard? Did you break something again ehh?"

"No Mom, not at all. And your food is here. I just collected it from the delivery guy not to long ago."

"Oh I see that's why you want to break down the door of the house abi. Tch..." She hissed. "Abegi taake it up to my room ojare" I did as I was told taking the food up to her room. Immediately I began to ascend the stairs the rain began to pour heavily and my mind subconsciously went to Chloe. She left the house angrily but she's yet to return. I hope she is okay because it was getting darker by the minute and how will she get home in this heavy down pour.

Fine, I know you are probably thinking since when did I start caring about Chloe. Well the truth is I've always cared about her. I just wasn't your emotional touchy touchy feeling type that actively shows how much I care. And because of that, I just expressed my self any how I can and it  always end up hurting her feelings all the time. Once I had done what Mom asked, I began to head back downstairs, the voice of Mom talking to  someone downstairs stopped me in my track.

That voice was all to familiar and I can tell who it was with my eyes closed. My question was what was he doing back home. The session isn't over at least not yet so what then was he doing home so soon? I adjusted my body to make sure I was out of sight but i could still listen to there conversation. Mom was the one to talk saying.

"Damilare kilode talk to me, I'm your mother, just talk to me please say something."

"Mom please let me just go to my room. I need to be alone right now."

"Ehh ah will you at least tell me why you are back so soon looking perplexed eh? The session aren't over yet. You just finished the first semester. And usually you—"

" I was rusticated mom" He said dropping the bomb causing my heart to almost skip a beat. Apparently I wasn't the only one who  was affected by the statement, even Mom couldn't talk for  a full 3 minutes.

After she had managed to recompose herself, she asked him again in a calm and alluring manner just to clarify she had heard right. The young man who happened to be my elder brother was fidgeting at how mom was calm about the situation.

"What did you say?"

"I was rusticated Mom, for a crime I didn't commit. I'll be home for two semesters Straight ."

I gasped, shocked and traumatized for the sake of my brother. Why now? Of all times, Instead of things getting better it was getting worse and I didn't like that one bit. I mean first, Dad went bankrupt due to this sudden illness which for some reason no one cared to tell me about. Mom wasn't working anymore so she could be Dad's caretaker. Chloe turns evil and I don't know why she did but it doesn't look good on her. I'm pregnant for a guy I don't even really know that well. And just when I'm thinking we've had enough bad luck, enough bad energy in this family, my brother waltzes in with a rustication letter on his hand for a crime I am certain he didn't commit.

"Please Mom, no more questions. I'll be up in my room figuring out how to get myself out of this mess. Don't worry about it."

He said not giving her room to speak any longer. He walked away and headed for his room not sparing me or mother a glance. As soon as he was in the confines of his room with the door locked behind him. I released a breath I didn't know I was holding before heading downstairs to sit in the parlor to wait for Chloe.

A/N

Another epic chapter concluded.
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