A loud thud from the living room downstairs woke me from my recurring nightmare. I checked the time from my phone and I stood up fast; I was ten minutes late for dinner. Coming to the dining table late was not something that was tolerated by my parents, they were what I saw as unreasonably strict. There was time for everything and lateness was never condoned. I washed my face and ran down the stairs, my parents were on the dining table with a smile on their face when I entered and I knew I was in serious trouble.
“I’m sorry, I overslept,” I said after sitting with my head down.
“No worries, it happens,” my mother said, and I could not hide my shock. Normally, she would go on and on about how undisciplined I was becoming and how she was going to beat it out of me, though she never did.
We prayed for the food, then ate, and then they began to go on and on about how beautiful I was and how lucky they were to have me as a child. The sweetness was confusing at first, but then I understood why. They didn’t want their only child committing suicide. I wanted to tell them I would never think of such a thing, but then they might stop being so nice and they almost never were, so I enjoyed the moment.
“Ada, your mother and I would go on a business trip first thing tomorrow morning,” my father said.
“Okay sir, for how long?”
“Not for long, we’ll be back as soon as we can,” my mother said quickly, like she didn’t want to give me space to be sad. Little did she know I felt far from that.
“Will you be okay alone?” My father asked.
“Yes, ma,” I said, trying to sound as convincing as possible.
“If you’re not tell us, we can make arrangements for…”
“No, I’m okay.”
“But you’ll have to promise me you’ll behave yourself, no visitors, no visiting, once you get back from work, stay in the house and read your book,” my mother said.
“Okay ma.” My job as a cashier in a supermarket was the only reason I got to leave my house during holidays. The owner of the supermarket was my dad’s friend, so the job was always available for me every holiday. I didn’t really enjoy the job, but it was a form of liberty for me.
After eating, I cleared the table and washed the dishes, then I went to my room to continue my sleep and for the first time in a while, I had a goodnight’s sleep. By the time I woke up they had left and to my surprise they left a note, one full paragraph telling me how much they miss me already.
I went to my room, then texted the only friend I had made on my street, Grace.
“Hey, guess what?”
“Free at last.”
Before she could reply, I got a text from a stranger.
“Hey,” I replied.
“Do you want to play a game?”
“What kind of game?” I asked curious to know why a stranger would want to play a game with me.
“I’m Zik, reply with a thumbs up, and I’ll tell you all about it.”
He sounded fun and mysterious and at the moment I needed a little bit of the two in my life, so out of excitement I sent the thumbs up, giving a stranger permission to ruin my life.
- Monsters with reason
- A dare a day (chapter ten)
- A dare a day ( chapter nine)
- A dare a day (chapter eight)
- A dare a day (chapter seven)
To be continued…
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