a/n: it's like my subconscious is tryna cheer me up by sticking Cheer Up by Twice into my head. considering that i am very blue & grey atm. but life goes on.
{kpop-BTS} pun intended.

014| SITTING WITH THE MOST HIGH GENG

~K O M I S O L A~

I knew I fucked up when I didn't hear Father calling me.

I was too busy engrossed in my phone, trying to search different essays that I could use, combining them for my English Language assignment.

A maid came up to call me, eyes filled with dread and panic and instantly, I knew something was wrong.

As I walked down the stairs, I felt like I was being led to impending doom.

And then I met Father's angry eyes.

They glanced down to my phone in my hand and I knew I was done for.

"Give me that," Father stood up from the couch, walked up to me and snatched my phone from my hand.

It all happened in my eyes.

Him throwing it on the floor, and then squashing it into pieces beneath his shoes.

I should have been bothered with the phone, considering that it was an iPhone 11 pro max...

But my English Language assignment that was due tomorrow...

No.

"I HAVE BEEN SHOUTING YOUR NAME FOR MINUTES NOW! AND YOU WEREN'T ABLE TO ANSWER BECAUSE OF THE STUPID PHONE THAT YOU WERE PRESSING! IS THAT HOW I TAUGHT YOU! FROM BOYS TO PHONE! AREN'T YOU SHAMELESS, KOMISOLA?!"

I flinched at the intensity of Father's anger. He was passing all aggression unto me and once again, looked like he was about to kill me.

I looked down. Away from his burning gaze.

"Tell me why haven't you been answering?!" Father shouted at me. "Are you deaf?! Talk!"

I folded my fists, a huge lump growing in my throat and stopping me from speaking.

But when Father pulled out his belt from his trouser, it's like the lump disappeared on its own.

"I... I was s-searching the internet for my-my English Language assignment." I managed to say. Stuttered out like a weakling.

"English Language assignment? Shoo. Is it me that you want to lie to?"

Father's voice became calm and when I dared to look up, there was a sick smile on his face.

It came like a whiplash.

It was a lash. A literal lash.

The pain that surged through my body as Father's belt collided with my skin caused me to let out a scream of agony.

"Jesus! Adebayo, stop!" Mother ran into the living room.

Another lash on my body.

Another scream.

"ADEBAYO! Aren't you hearing me?! Don't beat our child to death!"

"I don't care if she dies while I'm beating her! And she's not my child! She ceased to be my child when Davies walked out of that door!" Father barked.

Another lash.

"Nothing is her fault here!"

Another lash.

"Whose fault then?!"

"Adebayo, you're a man of God! You can't be doing this!" Mother tried to reason with Father.

Why was she helping me?

Why was she pleading for me?

"No one should stop me from disciplining this girl!" Father commanded. I looked at him and he looked like a monster to me. "I knew from the moment Mr Jarah reported you to me about you being in the rain, I knew something was starting to go wrong! Never have you ignored my call!"

"Komisola, apologize to your father too!" Mother sounded like a pathetic mess.

"Apologize?! She's too proud to apologize!"

Another lash.

Another lash.

Again.

Again.

And again.

Father stopped. The whole room was silent. The tension in the air was thick. My knees were about to crumble and my skin was crying in pain.

"Go upstairs," Father instructed.

I obeyed him because I had no choice.

I went up and accepted the life that I didn't come to live.

¢~¢~¢

The next day, I made sure to wear my largest sized hoodie.

Last night was a first. Father had never raised his belt to hit me.

Sure, simple slaps on the cheeks and head wasn't a first for me. A simple push on the shoulder while he reminded me of how much I disgraced him wasn't a first for me.

He was like a monster.

That's what I thought as I walked into the Library during the actual Library period.

Mrs Nora, the librarian a.k.a always pregnant, eyed me like I was filth as I entered. She sat straight and looked at me suspiciously.

"To what do we owe this special grace of your presence?" Her voice, heavy with sarcasm mocked me.

Shut up.

I ignored her and walked further into the Library, already receiving curious looks and deadly stink eyes from every corner of the library.

"What's this one doing here?" Someone spoke up and a very loud hiss followed after.

"She wants to come and mingle. Her brother has left her."

"You guys, stop now."

"You no see as she be..."

"I been dey think say her eyes sef na fake. She dey use contact lens dey deceive person."

That comment oozed off jealousy and so much bitterness that I almost questioned myself for having the same color of eyes as my mother.

I ignored them too and went to the Textbooks Section of the Library. Our library was wide enough. Almost too wide to even be called a school library.

A Guide To Writing Essays and Compositions by O.A Akinola.

Enhanced English by Shade Dayo.

Simple English for Beginners.

Amplified English for Learners by K.C Miracle & Kosi Badmus.

One Hundred Tips to Writing Perfect Essays.

I picked them all off the shelf, being a total of ten books. What am I even doing with English textbooks?

They were very heavy, and high to the extent that my face was covered with the textbooks.

I struggled with it, trying not to bump into anyone or trip over my steps. Someone had intentionally hit me while passing.

But then my vision was no longer blocked as the least person I expected to help me carry the textbooks packed them from my hands like they were nothing.

Senior Amir.

With Senior Inaya.

But she wasn't carrying any.

"Baby girl," Senior Inaya cooed, stopped at my front and proceeded to hug me. "Couldn't you have asked for some help? I was right beside you."

"You could've bumped into me," Senior Amir said coldly.

"Leave him alone," Senior Inaya hissed.

Were they always bickering?

"I was right beside you." She told me again. "If not for the books, I thought you were going to ignore me."

I was.

"Come and sit with us,"

And before I knew it, Senior Inaya was already dragging me, pulling me to the middle of the library, down to the farthest seat.

There were hundreds of eyes on us.

On me.

"She gets to sit with them? What the actual fuck?"

"Wait, are they related?"

"Relative English ni." A loud hiss could be heard from my right.

Meanwhile, Senior Inaya kept smiling. Beaming like the bright ball of energy she was.

Senior Amir, on the other hand had an unreadable expression. He actually looked bored but that had become a permanent facial expression for him, so it was hard to tell if he was being bored or if... I don't know.

And then I realized, he was still helping me carry my books.

All my ten textbooks.

~
is it bad that i hate komi's father?
our girl's going through a hard time atm :(
pray for her :)
and amir & inaya are just the perfect duo, seems like we're going to be seeing more of them ;)
anyway bye luvsss <33

btw it was so hard to name this chapter LMFAO.