Way Too Big✔️

22. Way too big; [blind rage: some things are not worth fighting for.]

22.// Way too big; [blind rage; Some things are not worth fighting for.]

Song for chapter: Toy soldiers by Eminem.
I guessed right. My assumptions were correct. Samantha passed out because of the stupid medications she was taking.

Good thing dad was on duty when Samantha was brought in and he quickly attended to her.
Right now she has regained consciousness and has been taken home to recover fully since she doesn't like hospitals. Luckily, the quack medications she took didn't do any harm to her organs.
It was just a kind of allergic reaction to one of them. Which has been taken care of. Dad gave me all this information when I wouldn't stop calling him to ask how Samantha was faring. Mom? She didn't even pick my call and she wasn't back from the hospital yet.

"Naomi!" I sprang out of my bed and ran downstairs to meet a raging mom clutching her car keys in anger and fury.

For each step mom took towards me, I took two backward. "What has gotten into you? What exactly is your problem?" Mom asked.

"Nothing," I muttered.
"Nothing? Did I just hear you say nothing?" Mom released a breath, it was like she was trying hard to control herself.

"Why have you been sneaking out of school? Why?" Mom's voice came out surprisingly calm. Her tone laced with disappointment.

"Answer me!" She suddenly screamed. The veins in her neck and forehead were throbbing. I trembled. There's no way I could tell mom about the music competition. She'll take away my phone.

"I-" I tried to say something but the words weren't forthcoming.

Mom paced, picked up her bag, brought out a piece of paper, and flung it at me.

I stared at the Genesis of my problem.

"Where did you get the doctor's report from?" Mom asked, standing at akimbo.

"From dad's drawer," I said truthfully for the first time in twenty-four hours.

Mom scoffed. "You know that makes you? A thief. Coupled with the fact you've been lying to your school principal, that makes you a liar. Because of your lies, your principal found it so hard to believe Samantha was really sick today. He thought it was one of your shenanigans." Mom threw her hands up in frustration.

"And I can't blame him. No, I can't. Cause I, myself, don't trust you. You make it difficult for people to trust you. You've lied so much that even When you say the truth. Everyone thinks it's a lie."

That statement hit me like an avalanche. Have I really lied so much that even when I say the truth, everyone thinks it's a lie? Have I?

My lower lip quivered when I tried to speak. When I tried to apologize.
"Mom, I'm-"

Mom turned her face away and held a hand up to silence me, "Don't. Don't even think about it. You've been suspended by the school authorities for violating school rules and for beating up your fellow student." She whipped her head in my direction.
"That reminds me. Why did you beat up that boy today?"

She shook her head in refusal, "on second thought, I don't care. You're probably going to lie to me. The school suspended you for one week. You're grounded for two weeks. The only place you're allowed to go to is the gym."

She picked up her bag and headed for the stairs. She averted her gaze to me and warned, "Don't test my patience, Naomi. I'm warning you."

I was angry at myself.

***
There was a gentle knock on my door.
Only one person could knock gently like that. Dad.
He peeked into the room before fully entering.
He looked around the room. I didn't get up from the bed. I laid there motionlessly, my fingers intertwined and resting on my stomach while I just stared at the white ceiling.