My Wicked Step Mother
Episode 4
Running into my room, I banged it shut with a loud noise. I couldn’t control my tèars. I staggered to my bed and in tèars, I bûried my head into the bedsheets.
I remembered I hadn’t touched my phone for a week and some few days now. I got up from the bed and I went to my study table. I turned it on and my eyes came to my lock screen wallpaper.
Teàrs trickled down my cheeks, mom and l were in the picture. I brought my phone closer to my chest. I still couldn’t believe that she was gone.
I sniffed in bàdly as l searched for my charger. I plugged in my phone and I sat down on the bed. I suddenly heard some noises downstairs. I tried figuring out who owned the voice and it sounded like it was our security man, Mr John.
I cleaned my face and l went for the door. I climbed down the stairs slowly and it was as I had guessed. Mr John was in the living room with Sandra. They seemed to be arguing on something.
“Madame, I said I can’t take you home with any of the cars in this compound. My boss didn’t give me that order, I’m sorry I can’t,” Mr John said as he tried not making eye contacts with Sandra.
“Who wants to take out my dad’s car?” I asked as I came into the living room. I wasn’t going to allow anyone to intimidate me and l was going to stand on my grounds.
Sandra was a nobody and she didn’t have any right to whatever that is in my dad’s house
“I want the driver to take me to place home. I’m done working here,” Sandra said as she kept a calm face. I looked at Mr John and l told him to handover all of the car keys to me.
He quickly went to the shelf that was beside the house bar and took out all the keys. Sandra stood with a surprised face. Mr John handed over all the keys to me.
“What did you just do? I told the security man to take me home and you ceased the keys. I’m really going to teach you how to respect your elders,” Sandra said as she began walking towards me.
She was totally fûrious and I yèlled at her. “If you dare raise another finger at me, I swèar, you will règret ever coming into this house.”
Sandra was startled as l voiced out. She stopped abruptly and she began to laugh.
“Little girl, do not próvoke me. Hand over the keys to me,” she said as she made a tèrrible face at me.
I stood without moving an inch. “I won’t touch you now. You will learn how to respect your elders the hard way,” she said breathing out heavily.
A faint voice came from the stairs. It was my dad. I was happy seeing him and all of a sudden, Sandra ran to the stairs.
She helped him to climb down the stairs and he looked better than before. He smiled at me and Sandra began to shed tèars.
“Mr Michael, I don’t know why your daughter hàtes me this much. I don’t know what I’ve done to deserve how she treats and speak to me. I’m tired already,” she finished talking and she burst into more tèars.
Mr John and l looked at one another with surprised faces, Sandra was a corn actress. She was a carmeleon.
“Dad, do not believe the rûbbish she is telling you. They are all liès. This woman here is not coming back into this house,” I yelled at the top of my voice and Sandra began cryîng the more.
“You see what I’m telling you sir, look at the way she is talking to me,” Sandra suddenly came to me as she made to hug me. I threw her hands away and she pretended to be shocked.
“Sir, Miss Sandra told me to take her home with your car sir, I didn’t obey because you didn’t give me the go ahead sir. That was was brought the issue sir,” Mr John said and there was total silence.
My dad made to look at me with a weird face, he has never looked at me like that before. “Joy, this is getting too much of you,” my dad said as he shook his head.
“Where are the car keys,” my dad asked the security man. Mr John immediately pointed at me and l was waiting for what next was going to happen.
“Hand over the keys to me, Joy,” my dad said in a cold voice. I gulped down saliva and l moved slowly towards dad. I handed the keys to him and he then signalled to Me John to come over.
“Pick a car key and take Miss Sandra home,” dad muttered as Mr John went picking a key from his palm. “When will you come tomorrow my dear?” my dad asked Sandra. Sandra made to clean the tèars on her face and she began to sniff like a baby.
“I’ll be here by 2pm tomorrow sir,” she said in a calm and tèary voice. Okay, good. John, when it is 2pm tomorrow, go and pick her at her place,” my dad said and Mr John immediately said, ” Yes sir.”
My jaws dropped and I was out of words. “Joy, escort Sandra out, you shouldn’t be rûde to her please,” my dad said and l had no choice but to escort her out of the house.
We got to the car and l was still in total shock, she smiled at me and made to whisper into my ear saying, ” this is just the beginning…”
ROSANLA SEYI
