Dirty Affair With My Sister Chapter 37
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Early, on the morning of November 22, I began the trek back home across the state. It was a grey day. Clouds hung low in the sky and the mist surrounded my car as I journeyed within and towards a blind destiny. I really didn’t enjoy this trip, because I didn’t know what to expect. I had not had any contact with anyone since that fateful day.
I did not call my mother and tell her I was coming home. I just figured that I would show up and let fate lead me towards whatever destination it desired.
As I pulled into town, the traffic was terrible and the cold, steady rain that was falling seemed to be a metaphor of my mood. It was as though the world had me surrounded in a Mire. I was concentrating on the traffic as I slowly, but surely, trudged back to our house.
The anxiety was building to a crescendo, as I got closer to home. It was a few minutes before 3pm when I pulled into my neighborhood. As I drove around the block, I could see that the house was still in order. The grass had faded to its winter yellow and there were very few leaves on the trees, but you could tell that everything had been given adequate attention.
The house was dark and a little on the coolish side. Normally there would be someone there to greet me. I thought of the last few times that I had come home and my mother was waiting for me at the door, such as last Christmas.
I yelled hello a couple of times, but it was clear that there was nobody in the house. So I took my bags up to my room and threw them on the bed. It seemed that nothing had changed. All of my belongings were pretty much as I had left them; of course my room was spotless. My stepmother is just one of those people that like to have everything in its place.
So I went out and explored the house just out of curiosity. It didn’t seem like anything was different. I wasn’t really hungry but I didn’t want to get plastered with the
music that I knew I was going to be facing that evening.
The next thing I knew, I felt a presence and looked up to see my stepmother standing in the doorway with tears in her eyes. She came rushing up to me and bent down and hugged me. Brushing my hair back she lightly kissed me on the forehead lightly and let me know, “Segun, I’ve missed you so much. I couldn’t take it. I just couldn’t take you being out of my life,” as she kissed me on the cheek.
I could not reciprocate, ” I have missed you too Ma, but we know what happened and that is a hard thing to get over and get past.” I could not bring myself to kiss her. She is my stepmother and I will always love her, but none of this, what we were experiencing at the moment could change the anger, the shame, the embarrassment, and the loss that had come eight months previously.
My stepmom stood up, backed off and reiterated, “I am just so sorry. You don’t know what’s happened here. I’ve lost everything. Since you been gone, I’ve gone through hell.Vivian stays gone all the time. She’s never here and she hates me. And she’s mean to me. And I can’t blame her for that. Bellori’s gone to live with her boyfriend in Abuja. There’s no one here anymore. I’m so lonely and I’m at my wit’s end. I have to fix things between you and me.
That’s all I’ve tried to do. And I can’t blame you for not wanting anything to do with me. What I did was bad and I’m paying the price for it.” Uncontrollable sobs matriculated from her being. She was Breathing deeply and I could tell it was hard, but it was something that she had to say.
I reflected, “Big Daddy (my grandfather) called me last week and essentially told me to come home. So I’m here and I’m sorry for what’s gone on, but I really don’t know what to say, what to think, or what to do. I’m just here. I’ll just keep to myself, because I don’t want to bother anybody because I am a fucking Bitch.
My stepmom looked down at me and told me, “You aren’t.. a,,, a… bitch and you should never say that. We all have wants and needs and desires. Everyone is different and everyone is unique. And you are one of the most unique and intelligent and wonderful people on this earth and you should never forget that…. I brought some dinner home. I’ll leave you alone and give you some time. You just go down to the kitchen and get it when you’re ready. I’m tired. I’m just going to go lay down for a little while myself.
My stepmother just disappeared into her room and I stayed in mine. Eventually I did go down and get something to eat, but there was never any sign of Mama. I did explore the house and it felt so dark and so empty and so cold.
A house that had been so warm and full of life at times in the past now felt abandoned and soulless. Everything still seemed to be in place, but it seemed almost like a mausoleum.
I pondered that I could spend the next couple of days to get some rest. That is if I stayed here through all of this…. I dozed off… Eventually I was awoken from my slumber by the sound of a car and what sounded like a motorcycle, then I heard a car door shut and it sounded like voices coming up outside the house and then I heard the front door open and close and the murmuring sound of quiet voices.
I went to the top of the steps and looked down and what I saw broke my heart. Vivian was standing there with some guy making out as he felt her up and down. My heart sank at the site of what I was witnessing. I made an “uhhh-hmmm” sound and as Vivian turned around they were both staring at me.
TO Be Continued
