Clouds 𝓸𝓯 Grey || #3 [working on editing]

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐲-𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭.

look who's here again! happy new month! this chapter is just so bad and short, it'd be good to let yk in advance :/ i recommend Devil By The Window by Tomorrow×Together for this chapter (especially Hanniel's part), so have fun <3

048| Nothing Has Changed

~K O M I S O L A~

Africa Magic Yoruba.

That's what Mother was watching at the moment, choosing to come downstairs of all places when there was an equally as huge TV like the one here, in her bedroom. Yet, she chose to come to the living room out of all places.

"Welcome back, Queen." I almost jumped as I heard her voice. How did she know I was standing a few feet behind her? "The door brightened the room for a brief second, and I know Adebayo can not be home by this time."

"Where did he go to? I know he's a busy man but still..."

Mother gave a half shrug. "I don't know. Out with his mistress, out with his colleagues, out for ministry work... I don't really know and care, Queen."

I didn't know what to say. Mother was acting so nonchalant right now, it was starting to scare me. Her posture on the chair and the bright look in her eyes as she stared at the television, watching the program displayed on the screen with so much enthusiasm.

"Are you okay?"

As the child of a Nigerian mother, a Yoruba mother to be specific, asking this sort of question would only pose as being rude. Infact, uncultured, because why would a normal Nigerian teenage girl ask her mother this sort of question? But I needed to. Mother was acting way too sus for my liking.

For the first time since I stepped into this desolate mansion, Mother actually looked right into my eyes and smiled a genuine smile. "Shouldn't I be? I'm perfectly okay, Queen. There's white rice, fried stew and plantain on the dining table there. If you don't want to eat it, I can order pizza for you. Davies already ate his."

I always forgot Davies had no problem with Mother. They had a typical mother-son relationship, and Mother was ready to risk it all for her one and only, Davies Matthias Adedire.

"Okay... thank you, ma." I went up the stairs and into my bedroom, of course seeing Davies inside his room. He really should learn to close the door to his room.

He won't be closing it when he...

Nope.

No way.

My intrusive thoughts always got the best part of me. I didn't want to think about any terminal illness Davies was suffering from. I didn't want to have any pity on me. He'd made me go through more than enough hell, and I couldn't care less what happens to him.

As I tossed my backpack aside unto the floor, I flung myself unto the bed, arms spread eagle as I stared up at the ceiling. Feeling uneasy, I rolled over to the side and rested my head on my palms.

"Yes."

He didn't have to be so mean. I know he probably wasn't serious about his words... maybe he just wanted me to stop disturbing him, I understood. But he didn't have to be so cold.

"Hey, you have a phone, right?" I looked up at this uncultured human being that had just walked into my room just like that. Just like that. I didn't even realize when he'd opened the door. "I knocked," Davies said, like he was reading my mind. "You didn't answer me."

I stared at him blankly. Seeing him in my room annoyed me and I wanted to kick him out. I was still so angry at him, and why did I feel like he thought everything was fine between us?