~Kamsi~

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I don't believe in angels, cause angels only exist in our dreams. But I've had nightmares all my life, and I guess that's why they seem so surreal to me.
It's like they're myths, and yet we try hard enough to believe that they truly exist.

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I knew the least people to be happy about my return. I took that into recognition the minute I walked back into the prison called a house, which was meant to be a home but failed to be called one; miserably.

It wasn't meant to be such a big deal. But it was. My sister, Kambili, wouldn't let me out of her sight. And I was getting tired of telling everyone that I was okay with living in the same house as the man whom I had come to hate with all I've got. A man whom I was meant to refer to as my father.

"Kamsi, are you even listening?" Tyrone had to yank my arm, really hard, to get my attention.

"No." Came my curt reply. "I wasn't listening to you. Sorry." I added, and he sighed

I still hadn't forgotten that my home was on fire. Not literally, but it felt like it. "Bruh, I been yapping sh*t all through and you ain't even listening." Tyrone was African-American. Sometimes he'd try to use the normal Nigerian slangs, but ended up switching back to his normal Black American accent. Couldn't blame him though, I found the accent dope as hell.

"Sorry, man. Still thinking about everything, and I just don't know. I don't get it." I sighed.

"Don't get what?" Tyrone placed a hand over my shoulders, and we both walked down to his father's awaiting Range Rover. Today was Friday, and if I wanted to keep my sh*t intact, then going home would be the last thing I'd ever do.

I was going to crash at Tyrone's place. "Do I need to say it? Man, forget it."

Tyrone sighed and we kept walking till we got to the car. "I feel you though. I been wondering how come Alisa's mother and sister just happened to show up. It's like they just came out of thin air and waltzed into the picture without permission. I mean, her sister cute and all but I don't even think they're related. They could be lying. In fact, they must be lying." He said and I nodded cause I couldn't agree more.

"You said everything I was thinking." I said and he shrugged.

"We're like bros." And then we fist-bumped and got into the car. The ride was a quiet one, and trust me, I was sure-as-hell going to have to dig into that sh*t about Alisa's mother and sister. I couldn't even see the resemblance, but everything they presented seemed so genuine. I almost believed them too, but not quite. It felt like all they said was true to a degree. A bigger part of me wasn't buying the rest of the crap they spat out of their mouths.

"Yo, you gon' see Alisa soon or what?" I immediately remembered that I had told him we would go see her. But from the looks of things, I didn't see the point no more.

"No."

Tyrone scoffed. "Seriously, man? No? Just no? You're one hard arse." I wanted to laugh at his stupid, senseless, unimportant, dumb remark... But I felt my lips tighten like they were made of titanium and we're as heavy as lead.

"Whatever. But how about your dad though? You two had 'the talk' yet?" I was getting sick of Tyrone asking questions that brought me right back to square one. I was getting sick of Tyrone making smart remarks that made think about everything so much that it was driving me nuts.

"Nigga, STFU." That did it. He laughed, but got the memo and didn't bother asking any more questions. And I really appreciated that.

Alisa's condition was still critical. The doctor said it could be possible that she'd survive. But he also gave us the shock of our lives by saying she may or may not be able to make it. Her coma was really beginning to make me wonder if this was all planned. Suddenly she got shot, and next thing we know the doctor's saying stuff like she may not be able to make it?

She may have been my adopted sister, and a nosy busybody , whom I found super annoying that it ripped my nerves and popped my brain cells, but... But I still cared about her. Legally, she was my sister. And I did owe her that much concern. The kind I would owe Kambili if it were her on that hospital bed. But hell knows I'd rip my father's throat out if it were Kambili on that bed. I'd prolly fry him in gasoline.

"—And then she texts back and says we should make up? Man, girls are the craziest, most unbelievably confusing creatures that'd ever crawled this planet called Earth." Tyrone was saying, and I ended up acting like I were listening earlier, when truly I wasn't.

"I know, right?" That must've given it away, because Tyrone snorted and gave me the finger.

"Arse, I know you weren't listening." He said and I laughed.

Currently, we were now in his large bedroom. I on his bed, and he on his study table. He wanted us playing some video games, but I didn't feel like it so he called me boring and kept yapping trash about his relationship with this Hausa girl, Halima, whom he found super gorgeous and started dating a few months back. Now, sh*t hit the ceiling and he was busy narrating about same sh*t I didn't even care to give two f*cks about.

"What'dup with the zoning out?" He asked and I rolled my tried eyes.

"My stupid arse family." He laughed the minute I said this, and I shrugged.

"Well, luckily, you have me." He said, and I knew he'd say something extremely stupid next. "Bimpe invited us to her sister's birthday party. And we're going." He said, and I scoffed.

"Why would I go?" I asked, lazily staring at my phone screen and scrolling through social media.

"Cos if you don't get up your lazy arse and come with, I'll literally get a ray gun or sum' and restructure your face with it. I'd prolly spray your face with raid or pepper spray or—"

"Save your spit. I'm not effing going to any party hosted by some chic from our school, who's amongst the many other chics from school who think I'm a freak and creepy lunatic. Hell no, bruh." I said, with a tone of finality etched in every word that slipped out of my mouth.

"Sometimes, love yourself, brosef. Ain't nothing wrong with a little positivity and self-crush, my brother." I almost laughed when he said this. But I didn't.

Noticing just how adamant I was towards his proposal, Tyrone felt it'd be good to bring out the big guns. "What if I told you it'd be fun-filled and only a few chics from school ll'd be there?"

I scoffed. "Impossible." I didn't even know who this Bimpe girl was. They were a lot of idiots ( especially the females) from school whom I just didn't want to give a f*ck about. As a matter of fact, they were all stupid people. Bunch of lousy nincompoops, that's what they all were.

"Bimpe isn't all that popular, but she's like cool." Tyrone said, and I scoffed once more.

"Don't care."

"She's pretty too."

"Still don't care."

"And she's super endowed. I'm talking endowment." Tyrone must've thought that'd move me, like it'd have moved the old me, but that didn't.

He was shocked. "Dude... Did you die or something? What else do you want me to say to you?"

"Uh... Leave me alone?" I spat the words without caring if he was going to react.

He gasped, dramatically. "Well, I'm not going without you."

Now, it was my turn to laugh. "Then be prepared to spend the Friday with your best bud, instead of heading out and chilling with the females. I'm guessing that's more tempting, huh?"

Tyrone scowled at me, and I smirked. "Kambili's going." He said and I rolled my eyes. I knew Bili wouldn't go. She wasn't in the right frame of mind to even think about partying right now.

"No, she's not." I hissed.

Tyrone threw a tennis ball at me and I ducked right on time before it could collide with my face. "Would've loved if I'd smashed that ugly face of yours." He scowled at me, and I smirked even more.

"This face?" I smirked again, and he hissed.

I was surprised he hadn't even given up yet. "Just for today, Kamsi. Only for today. Won't you just do this for me? I really miss those times when we could hang out with our friends and—"

"I don't have friends anymore. Just you." I cut in, shocking even myself at the tone of harshness that lingered in my voice.

"Ouch, Kamsi. You wound my soul. What'd you mean 'just me'? I'm all you have, you fool." Tyrone said, and I shrugged.

"Whatever. Just go to your cool party without me. I'm good here. Everyone hates me and so there's no point going." I replied, and Tyrone eyed me.

"What do I have to do to get you to go?" Tyrone asked and I scoffed.

"How about you get me an angel? Get me an angel, and that's all you'd need to get me to go." I didn't know why, but after I'd said this, Tyrone smirked.

"That should be easy." He mused to himself, and I quirked a brow at him.

Excuse me? Had he gone mad?

"Well then, get on with it." I told him, and he gave me one last glare, and then gave me the finger before he grumpily stomped out of his room. With him gone, I let out a really long sigh. All I needed was some peace and quiet. I didn't need any drama whatsoever.

* * *

"Hey bud."

"Buddy!"

"Kamsi... Kamsi, wake up!"

"Yo, idiot!"

"Butthead, get the hell up!"

"KAMSI!" That did it.

"What?! What the hell do you want, you big headed moron?!" That came out way harsher than I'd intended, but it was worth it. If there was one thing I hated more than my current problems, then it was getting woken up from sleep in the most absurd ways possible.

I mean, why yell into a person's ear?

I knew Tyrone was the only fool that could dare that. Even Kambili wouldn't dare try that. "Chillax, homie. No need to yell."

I almost smacked him in the eye. "Says the dumbbell who yelled right into my ears." I retorted and he fake-yawned.

"Whatever," Tyrone began. "I got you the angel." That was all he needed to say for me to fully understand that the brosef had lost his mind. Perhaps he'd gotten hit by a truck on his way back.

"You high on tramadol? Or maybe codeine?" I tried to feel for his temperature, but he slapped my hand away.

"No, idiot." He drawled, and made a three-sixty turn-up with his eyes.

"Then what the hell do you mean by—"

"You asked that I get you an angel and then you'd go, so I did." He shrugged.

"And how on Earth was that possible? Freak, that isn't possible. You must've lost your sh*t. How come—"

"Shut the hell up, would ya?" He rolled his eyes at me and sighed.

I glared at him, and he smirked. "Angel?" Tyrone suddenly called out, and I immediately became pretty convinced that this boy had gone mad.

It was only when I noticed someone walk into the room, that I fully understood what was truly going on. "Kamsiyochukwu Felix Ekwegh, this is Angel Udokah. And, she's your date to Bimpe's party. Yes, yes, you can thank me later. I know I'm amazing." Tyrone went on, and I was having a hard time keeping my mouth shut.

What?!

First off, I'd forget the fact that he called me by my full name. Like, why? Nevertheless, I had bigger problems. Where did he even find her?

"Hey." So-called Angel waved at me, and smiled. She was pretty, and that I couldn't disagree. She was equally light skinned, average height, and looked very nice. I noticed she had smokey eyes, and a really small nose. Her dentition was equally topnotch and I could tell that by the way she smiled, leaving them on display.

She was dressed in a blue off-the-shoulder shirt and black ripped shorts. On her feet, a black converse and her hair was simply pulled into two tight buns, and her edges were lain to perfection.

Okay, she's pretty. But how did Tyrone find her?

I'd never seen her in school before. And I was utterly confused as to the fact that she had no problem with going with me to this party. I mean, I had pretty amazing features and was in fact good-looking, but every girl in school would die before ever agreeing to be my date to any party. They all felt I was a terrible person, and a psychotic murderer. But she wasn't even screaming or shaking yet. How was that even possible? Couldn't she see?

Did he find her at a bus station and pay her to go with me?

What was truly going on? "Awestruck?" Tyrone wiggled his brows at me, and smirked.

I shot him a glare. I didn't even know where to begin with smacking him. "You really must be high on some cheap sh*t." I managed to say, and surprisingly, the girl laughed.

I took a second to spare her a glance, and our eyes met for only a second. Only a second. Still, I felt oddly uncomfortable, with the way she kept smiling at me. I couldn't understand why she wasn't afraid of me. Everyone was. She had to be.

"I didn't ask you to bring her." My reply finally came out of my mouth. I could tell my words must've slightly affected the girl, Angel, but I didn't care.

"Well, arse hole, you asked that I get you an angel. And I did! You should be bowing at my feet and thanking me." Tyrone stated, and I eyed him. This wasn't funny anymore.

"Where the heck did you find her?" I asked, boring holes into his soul with my eyes.

"Jeez, man. Your eyes are like drills coated in acid. Mind staring at the floor for a bit?" That wasn't funny, but Angel managed to chuckle at his statement. I shot her a glare, and she instantly shut her mouth.

"I'm not joking. Who is she?" I asked and Tyrone sighed.

"She's a friend. I told her about your situation and even explained how much you desperately needed to go to this party. And like the angel she is, she understood and came right here with me. Ain't that right, Angel?" Angel nodded her head affirmatively, and I let out a frustrated sigh.

No, I did not desperately need to go to any party!

Now staring at Angel, I began to concoct the words I'd say to her in my head. I was sure she'd probably feel awful, but I had to be honest with her. I was just about saying the brutally honest words in my head, when she finally stared eyeball-to-eyeball at me. Soul-to-soul. It was like a brief communication that only my body, mind and soul could translate.

Her eyes were innocent and friendly. Christ! I never thought I'd be able to get so hooked at simply staring into a person's eyes. But hers were different. It was like they were talking to me. I didn't have the heart to hurt her. Even I was shocked by it.

Angry at my lack of words, I tore my eyes away from hers and stared at the floor. "I'm not going, Tyrone. I've told you." With that, I got up from the bed and went away.

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