It's Complicated

#34

Testimony time!!🎤The holy Spirit touched me so I decided to make a double update😂😂 I also can't believe it lol.

Moving on, I'd like to erase the part where Philips has a younger sister. I actually totally forgot that Philips was supposed to have a younger sister. I made reference to Philips' younger sister in like two chapters. I think her name was Olivia and then I totally forgot about her. I would therefore be removing her entire existence from this book. From here on out,Philips is an only child. Thank you for your understanding 😚

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Amy's Pov

I feel tears start to sting at the corners of my eyes. It always is one problem with me. Anytime I see someone crying, anybody at all, I start to feel really emotional.

Especially when the tears hold so much pain and frustration.

I don't understand much of what he's saying but the heaviness in his words make me feel sorry for him. I watch Philips, a boy of at least eighteen years, sniff into his palms, muttering obscenities under his breath. What could he really be going through? A small voice in my head gives me an answer to the question but I suppress it, not willing to believe that could be it. Boys don't get sexually harassed.

And why would you think that?, The small voice asks.

No. It just doesn't happen. Not by their own aunties at least. That's just... unfathomable.

A knock on my door startles me a little. "Amy, open the door. Is everything alright in there?" Nonso's voice says.

Philips head snaps up. "Don't let him come in, please. Don't let him in. I don't want him to see me like this, please." He says, his teared up, coffee brown eyes, penetrating deep into mine.

I nod, standing up from the bed. "Hey, cuz. What's up?" I ask, opening the door a little, sliding through the small space and closing it behind me immediately.

He eyes me skeptically before speaking, "I thought I heard shouting coming from your room. Was Philips shouting just now?"

"No." I reply a little too quickly. "I mean, yes. Yes, he was but it's nothing you should be concerned about."

"Why was he shouting? Was he shouting at you?"

"No, no of course not." I reply, scoffing nervously. "He was just uh–" I rack my brain for what to say. "He was just... re–rehearsing. Yeah, he was rehearsing his lines for a drama he is supposed to act...in his church."

His church?

"His church?" Nonso asks, forehead creased in confusion.

"Yes, Nonso. His church. Turns out Philips is a church boy that likes to act church drama. I don't think there's anything wrong with that. Do you?"

"No, I don't but why–"

"Enough questions o, Nonso. Bye bye." I interrupt him, shoving him a little towards the staircase.

"I can walk by myself abeg. Continue lying sha. Only God knows what two of you are doing there." He says, muttering the last part. He however continues walking down the stairs. Once he's completely out of sight, I sigh in satisfaction.

"You don't even know how to lie." Philips says, causing me to jump in fright.

I hold my chest, trying to calm my rapid beating heart. "You scared me."

"I don't even go to church." He continues to say thoughtfully. "And I know for a fact that I'd never in my life take part in any type of drama."

Is this not the boy that was just crying?