The secret hidden from my mum😔.
…..episode (3)…..
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(True life story)
(18+)
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Jesus Christ!! My mum bellowed in fright. I remained still while observing her pick the phone. She turned her head up and saw the hole that was neatly carved above the ceiling. Out of fear, I quickly left there and made my way down to my room. “Peter! Peter!! Peter!!” she yelled my name but I acted like someone that was not in a good shape while I laid on my bed.
She kept shouting my name but I remained silent. She came out of the bathroom and walked straight to my room while on her towels, She implãnted a nasty slap on my left cheek and I woke up by fõrce. Guilt was already written all over my face and my eyes were already welled up with tears.
She administered another one on my left cheek and thundered..,Ãbomination! Jesus Christ of Nazareth! Peter what’s the meaning of this nonsênse! do you realize I’m your mother! In short are you crãzy? My lips were already shivering and I’ve ran out of words. Peter! are you not the one I’m talking to…, She thumped me heavily on my tommy while turning the phone to show me the video of her that I had already stored on the phone. Regardless of the crãcked screen.
Peter so you’ve been peêping me all this while? Ohhhhhh you don’t want to talk!!.., she yelled once more. I could see tears climbing through her cheeks. Regardless of all the beãtings I refused to say anything but all that was ringing on my mind was removing the little towel that was barely covering her body. But I just respêcted myself to avoid other things from escalating.
My mother thrashed me to the point whereby my left eye and back got swelled. After all the wãgering, she hãuled me to the gate, pushed me outside, and retorted…I don’t think I’m the one that gave birth to you, so go and look for your mother. When your father returns, he must hear this. She locked the gate and warned the gateman never to open it for me
She returned with my clothes and most of my belongings, threw them over my body, locked the gate, and left. I remained outside, I criêd my eyes out. My father returned home late, at 7:00 p.m. When he saw me outside the gate, crying furiously on the ground, he had to ask the reason behind my cry, but I said nothing other than çrying.
It’s okay, it’s okay, wisdom carry your bags let’s go inside. I’m your dad and I’ve handled so many situations even before we gave birth to you. Come on, go inside.., My dad then took me in and marched straight to mum’s room..
Elizabeth! Elizabeth I see that something is really wrong with you upstairs, so you left my son outside, for what reason, you expect me to be happy seeing my son in such condition? Dad screãmed at the top of his lungs. I was just around the corner, watching them with my sore eye.
Mum hurriedly left her room, and I discovered that she was heading in my direction, so I managed to get myself to my room. She brought my father with her, and they both came to my room. See what your usêless son had been up to…, Mum squeãked angrily, opened the videos, handed him the phone, and walked away.
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To be continued ✍🏽
