Hey, guys. This chapter was not supposed to come today, but it stayed in my drafts and my body was itching me😂♥️

And hey, you don't have to read this chapter now. You can read this in the morning because this chapter needs to sink in well for you guys. Why am I saying this? There is a topic in this chapter that is incredibly sensitive to me and I need EVERYONE to air out their views on this. I need this to be interactive, so please do well to engage here and say your own points of view on this topic. Don't be afraid to speak, but mind you, like I said, this is an incredibly sensitive topic for me so I will not hesitate to come after anyone who says anything insensitive ♥️

Without much further ado, carry on.😌♥️

~DABI~

"I am extremely irritated by the level of insensitivity and stupidity I see on the Internet...."

I couldn't stop looking at that post.

"And this is one of the reasons I feel that any woman who is sensible should be a feminist."

Chika furiously slammed her Sprite Bottle on the table, startling Soma slightly. The twins had been silent, but furious as well, not saying a word, but passing out the most dangerous glares into space.

Meanwhile, I just wanted to die.

The Sisters and I were on one of the brown, chipped tables inside the eatery of S.A Cafe, and due to the madness that had been rising and rising on the Class Group chat since yesterday afternoon, they had not been too pleased.

And neither have I.

Not only have I been so afraid of what the consequences of this was going to be for me, but never in my life have I been so brutally damaged, absolutely battered and bruised, shamed, destroyed and murdered by the amount of low self esteem and inferiority complex I've had to battle, because of this.

I felt like dying.

I felt like disappearing.

And for the first time in the longest time, I went back to something, something that I felt that for the last past few weeks now, I had stopped.

"Dabz, I can't tell you to ignore everything that's been happening, because it going to hurt like hell," Chika said to me, as soon as she noticed me for the hundredth time.

How is it even possible to ignore?

How..?

"Just don't let it consume you at least. Know you're better than that, okay?" Chika's neatly pedicured hands came to my view as she softly massaged my arm to calm me down.

"It's true, Lulu," Soma said to me. "Everyone's just being bitter, and they're using this as an opportunity to speak out their minds against you, but it shouldn't matter at all."

It does matter to me.

Because at the end of the day, I'm the one being affected. I'm ALWAYS the one being affected. Every single time.

If I had known things would get to this, then maybe I should have avoided Marcus Acha.

Maybe I should have just stayed away from the beginning. Then, probably, none of this would ever have happened, right? It wouldn't have had a chance to happen.

"Dabi, trust us, we will fight for you no matter what," Ebere spoke, seriousness in her face and vengeance in her eyes.

"Seconded," Her twin gave off the same energy. "We will fight everywhere if we have to; Be it Social Media, or in School."

"And for the first time ever, I'm actually in support of the twins getting aggressive if they want to," Chika declared firmly.

It was like Chika's declaration was all the affirmation the twins needed to act. Immediately she had spoken in line with them, their iPhones were up in the air, and both girls were thumbing away in furious speed. No one needed to tell me they were firing bullets in Social Media.

"This is utter disrespect," Chika shook her head in disappointment and disgust, disdain and indignation in her tone. "This time, the Media and our very own classmates have disrespected Dabeluchi, and that poor girl, Dawn, in one of the worst ways they possibly can, and they must be crazy to think that we will sit and watch them do something like this."

Why does it have to be always me..?

Really, why does it always have to be me?

Why does it seem like everything that had to do with me is such a topic of controversy?

Why can't I just be left alone?

The Sisters don't even get shaded like this. How can they? Chika is very beautiful and has a stunning slim thick figure, Soma is pretty and talented and everyone likes her, and then the twins are absolutely gorgeous, and confident, and striking to behold. What could someone possibly shame them for?

But me.... Everything has to be so wrong about me.

And never in my life have I been so irritated and disgusted by myself. Especially my body.

And I just couldn't stop looking at it.

The post.

The post that had gone viral since yesterday - both on Instagram, and in my Class Whatsapp group chat.

"Let's settle this now," Ebere read the caption out loud, in an irritated voice. "Girl with the beanie, or girl with the assets?" She dropped her phone on the table, face unimpressed. "I'm so disgusted."

Right underneath it was a picture of me and Dawn - the nice girl who had danced with me and Marc in Wonder Coast; Whoever made the post was verified, and apparently, comparing the both of us, hinting specifically on our body types, as it was clearly seen in the caption that the word "Assets" was in bold, and emphasized on with exclamation points.

Of course, the comments were bubbling with fire energy.

Everyone, or most of the people in the comments section were actively comparing the both of us, putting emphasis on both our body types, while heavily criticizing how skinny I was, or in their words - flat, and on the contrary, assembling in one like mind to talk and talk about how Dawn was preferably much more attractive than me because of her curves and 'incredible' body.

Never in my life had I feel so shamed.

I had been trolled by butter classmates a lot of times countless times, I had embarrassed the living daylights out of myself multiple times, and I had done uncountable walks of shames in my life, but never have I felt like this before.

Imagine having so many people who don't even know you, so many of them at the internet, thousands of them, insulting you, laughing at you, mocking you, and placing someone else above you, as more worthy. I wished there was a way I could disappear from the Internet, but it was almost impossible. I had already deleted my account, and I had been reporting the fan pages I had come across since yesterday, all in my name. I just wanted my face to disappear completely from the internet, but it seemed impossible. There were too many fan pages.

I didn't want anyone to see me.

Walking down here with the Sisters was torture. Everyone just kept staring at me, and through the looks on their faces, I was terrified because I knew what they were all thinking as they were beholding such a sight that was me.

I couldn't even show up in School, that yesterday too that was supposed to be Saturday Lessons. I couldn't let my classmates see me. I couldn't bear the thought of them, looking at me, looking at the stick legged, skeleton-framed human being that was me. I couldn't imagine it... So, I just stayed away from them completely.

I was scared to even look at myself in the mirror this morning, because I was scared of having a panic attack. Or getting too angry at myself and doing something I'd regret.

I had already done enough to myself last night.

And most of all, no matter how much I tried, I could not fight that torturing, agonizing feeling of self hatred. Never had I felt so inferior in my whole entire life. It was the most sickening feeling, and there was this constant nauseous feeling that disturbed me. It made me want to throw up, and I wasn't even sure whom I was more irritated in, myself or these mean people on the Internet.

It's the mockery of me from my classmates that shattered me the most. A lot of them who had been a lot nicer to me the past few weeks were suddenly keyboard warriors. The confidence in which they used to tear me down on the Group Chat was nauseating. 

"What bothers me the most is the fact people think it's so okay to body shame," Chika voiced out. "And the worst part of it is that there are little to no women out there, who are firing back at all these insensitive and sexist comments about other women. A lot of them are just sitting there, doing nothing while everyone is disrespecting both Dabi and Dawn this badly. We should be fucking PROTESTING!"

I, for one, was there when Chika had composed a long post, calling out everyone who had been body shaming me and Dawn, and even if I didn't know how that had turned out, I know the Sisters were right behind her, doing the same.

"Like that's not even insulting enough, do you know how many have been coming at me since yesterday because I called them out?" Chika complained.

"They've been coming at us too," Ebere said, Ebube nodded in agreement. "Apparently, we're the kill joys, or in their words, bad belle. Some bs guys said we were jealous of Dawn because we don't have big asses like her. The fuckery."

"Some were attacking me and accusing me of 'looking for clout'," Soma also said. " And then, I was also body shamed too. A lot of them came at me, saying stuff like 'See how flat she is, no wonder she's friends with the beanie girl; they fit each other'," Soma shook her head, and gently dropped her phone on the table, exhausted, "I wasn't responding to the comments, they were too harsh."

Chika looked visibly angry.

"You see what our generation has turned into," She reigned in her rage. "The rate at which girls are body shamed in this country is alarming, and when all these happen and you now speak against it, they accuse you of Clout, and some go all, 'see oo, all these feminists have come again. You're taking it too seriously, it's just a harmless joke'."

Harmless joke...?

I looked to my wrists once more, remembered what I did to them, last night.

Harmless Joke...?

.... People shocked me.

"How is body shaming women - crumbling down their self esteems to dust, harmless?" Chika asked rhetorically. "How do they expect Dabi to feel?  Like her body isn't appealing enough, when she obviously look great? Why is it necessary to make someone feel so bad all in the name of a joke? And how is Dawn supposed to feel about this? That there's nothing more to her than her body? How will she feel having all those perverted souls on the Internet, talking about doing all sorts of profanities and nonsense to her body? How is she going to enjoy that? Is she a sex item or a walking porn film? Why does everyone think it's okay to sexualize women, and expect us to not react because it's supposed to be a 'harmless joke'? What nonsense! It's incredibly disrespectful!" 

"Some people do expect her to take it as a compliment too," Ebere scoffed. "That girl is somewhere in the world, hating herself and her body right now for always attracting flies, who have perverted and disgusting thoughts about her all the time, and some half baked mistakes of human beings tell me it's a harmless joke that should be taken as a compliment."

Like what I was doing, how I was feeling.

"It's sad really," Soma sounded very sad indeed, "How even girls would say such a thing. That it's a good thing for guys to praise you for your body."

"I really don't get that shit," Chika sighed. "Can someone really explain it to me why there are still women out there who support these disrespectful things that sexist and perverted men do."

"Sometimes, it's ignorance," Soma answered.

"Other times, it's stupidity," Ebere said.

"Seconded," Ebube chipped in, "A lot of girls who keep quiet about these things are actually low-key afraid."

Chika frowned. "Afraid of what?"

"Being in the Men's black book," Ebere answered promptly, "Yes, a lot of women are afraid to fight against this disrespect, because they are so terrified of being branded as a feminist."

"True," Ebube agreed, "A lot of girls are very scared. They are scared as being looked at by men as being a part of the god-forsaken sect of females, called feminists. It's a horror to them."

"Guys shade feminists a lot, and sadly, girls join them to do same," Ebere continued, "It's either ignorance, or the fear of being hated by men. Or just both."

The twins were so blunt and straight to the point.

"It's irritating." Chika spat.

"As fuck." Ebere agreed.

"But sometimes, we can't blame some of these girls though," Soma spoke up.

Chika raised a brow at her. So did the twins. Their looks on her were an obvious sign for her to continue, and hit her point, because she had to have more to say. 

"I mean, yes, it's their fault for choosing to remain ignorant and feeding themselves off the wrong impression of feminism that Social Media portrayed, but the fact remains that Social Media has created this image of feminists being nothing more than man-hating women who are struggling for dominance over the male gender, and that's just a rubbish misconception." Soma elaborated.

"That's not what feminism is all about," She continued, "And when girls think that's what it is, they don't want to associate themselves with the term."

"Man hating men - The Misandrists," Chika tsked, nodded in understanding. "That misconception is a curse; A feminist isn't a bitter woman who hates men and wants to be above them. I can't help but be appalled when I hear people talk like that. Everywhere has this misconception about us, even in schools, work places, Social Media, everywhere. They have now coined the term 'Feminism' to be synonymous to 'I hate men', and it's become a wide spread belief everywhere that Feminism represents the idea of switching power structure, so that the men are at the bottom, and the women are at the top, and that is not even what it is."

I swear, Chika could talk on this for hours and hours, and it was one of the things I admired the most about her.

"The correct word for a Man Hater is a Misandrist," She went on, "Not a feminist."

"Preach, girl." Ebere looked over her manicure.

"Misandry is prejudice against Men," Chika lectured, "And it can manifest itself in various ways such as sexual discrimination; a girl gets raped, you're speaking against it, but when it's a guy, you're quiet, cooking up reasons why it can't be possible. They'd be horrified to hear a woman's abuse story but when it's a man's abuse story, they'd roll their eyes and laugh at him - that's one. Misandry can also be seen in other forms like denigration of men, violence against Men, and sexual objectification.

"There are women out there who call themselves feminists, and do shit like this. They speak against abuse in marriages and relationships, but they think it's cute or funny to watch teenage girls and women treat their boyfriends or husbands like shit. There's absolutely nothing wrong with that, but if the roles are reversed, they will scream their heads off in the name of feminism. What bloody feminism is that?! These are women who live by double standards; they make other women feel bad for taking the men's side of the story, they see nothing wrong in telling a man to man up, and make him feel ashamed for crying or having emotions. These same women go on the Internet and hide under the cloak of 'feminism' and it has to stop!

"One of the things a feminist wants is equality between sexes, we aren't out to make men suffer. Equality entails that we should be quick to stand up for a man being attacked by a woman, the way we would also stand up for a woman being attacked by man," Chika said.

Period.

"It is not the feminists people should be going after with knives to their throats, when will this generation stop being so misguided. Jesus," Chika actually had to take a deep breath when she was done, expelling all her frustration.

"It's all just ignorance, really," Ebere said. "And people would be like, we scream equality, equality, but we aren't ready for it."

"Yeah, I saw one post and this girl slapped her boyfriend for breaking up with her, and everyone was edging her on, and telling her to hit him again," Soma told us, "I found it particularly wrong because I knew in my heart that if it was a guy who hit his girlfriend for breaking up with him, the Internet would have been on fire."

"You're even going too far, if he had hit her back in that video, the internet would have been in shambles," Ebere said.

"You see why this Equality thing can be tricky," Soma said, "So, in that situation, if he hit her back, it should have been a truce, right? But it's very wrong for guys to hit girls no matter what."

"Why don't we also normalize it being equally abominable for a girl to hit a guy then," Chika said.

"I mean, it should be the same offence. Why should it even be okay for a girl to hit a guy?" She continued,  "I personally feel that if a woman wants to hit a guy, then she should be certain that she is ready for a fair fight. Let's be real, the reason most women feel they can hit men is because there is this subconscious part of their mind that knows that there is a 100% chance that he will not hit back."

True.

Most girls wouldn't want to hit a guy if they know he'd hit back. Especially if they are aware that if that happened, they won't be able to fight him.

"So, for a woman to hit a man knowing that he can't or won't hit back because she is a woman, then she is a Misandrist. Any woman who abuses her privilege at the men's expense is a Misandrist." Chika said.

"The same way, any man who abuses his privilege against women is called a Misogynistic man," She carried on, "Feminism aims at equality between the sexes, and sees to curb the social injustice and degradation women have to go through in the hands of Misogynistic men, and don't even let me start on that topic."

She did, anyway.

"There are a lot of abusive men out there who treat women like they are the scum of the earth. Like we aren't worth nothing more. The bible made it so that the wives are to submit to their husbands, but no misogynistic man out there ever talks about the verse right under that talks about how the men should respect their wives; They don't bring that up," Chika said.

"Just like what we have seen today on the Internet, a lot of men out there, disrespect us so much," She said, "There are so many sexist men out there who knowingly or unknowingly brand women as nothing more than sexual items. There are men out there who abuse their wives in marriages, and exert their physical strength on them be hitting them like the are punching bags-"

My heart stopped for a moment as I related much more personally to that.

"-And when it gets out the public's ears, somehow the men are always defended by Society. Somehow, the man should be excused because he is a man and he is bound to get angry at his wife, or he just has a lot of money, and is he breadwinner of the family, the only reason the family is still surviving, so all is forgiven."

I felt so..... Triggered.

"A lot of men out there cheat on their wives-"

I wished Chika would stop talking at this point.

"-And when the public hears of this, they say that he is a man and he has his needs," She went on, "The say it is in man's nature to cheat, that it shouldn't be taken seriously, but when a woman does the same, she is loose and a prostitute. This damned double standard behavior is very similar with Misogynistic men and Misandrist women.

"An abusive man can punish his wife like she is a child," She didn't stop. "Children grow up in homes where their mothers are constantly being beaten up and degraded all the time. I heard of a man who makes his wife kneel and raise up her hands when she makes a mistake. I read on Phoenix how a man inserted a knife into his wife's private parts as she was pregnant, for something she did, and some men in the comments kept saying that she must have done something to deserve it. A lot of men are terrified of their wives being more successful than them, so they force them to drop out, or even seize their papers, just so they can stick to being 'a good housewife', a woman is body shamed and it's okay, a woman is raped or sexually abused and somehow it is her fault because some idiots think rape is punishment for indecent dressing, or getting drunk at a party. Somehow, it can never be the Men's fault for sexualizing us and disrespecting our dignity because we should have done things differently..."

"Then, above all, Society is ever ready to jump at the opportunity to give excuses for such men who do things like this, and raise pitch forks and daggers at the feminists who have decided to fight against all these nonsense! These things are so rampant, they happen every day in different homes, every fucking day, and some idiot opens their ignorant mouth to tell me 'there is no need to fight', they tell me that Feminism is unnecessary. Worse case scenario, you are even a woman in a society like this, and you have the audacity to be anti-feminist.

"What are you fighting against as an anti-feminist?" Chika posed the question, "Tell me, what? You're fighting against the wishes of a feminist to have a society void of sexism, misogyny, and double standards? And you're on the side of the bastards who want to be justified for rape, you're rooting for a society where women are disrespected, raped or sexually assaulted, body shamed, looked down upon as having nothing to offer other than being a house wife and an effective tool in the bed room, and utterly degraded in the worst ways, so as an anti-feminist, that is what you're saying you're in support of.

"So, tell me, are you just ignorant or are you being an outright fool?" Chika asked no one in particular.

"I'm not even saying that it is okay for men to be anti-feminist, but the fact remains that there are only but a few men out there who actually respect women," Chika said, "The root cause of anti-feminism is ignorance, but let's face the fact that a lot of men and women aren't ignorant, they are either very misogynistic or brain-washed, respectfully. And that aside, even if some men do get to understand how badly these things affect women, they can never truly know this pain if they aren't women. They can understand, but can't relate. And relating to something makes it slightly more personal to you, so true men feminists can never be devoted as true female feminists."

True.

"But, women," She said, "Women are meant to understand how badly these things affect us. So, for a woman to be anti-feminist, then that is huge.

"Therefore, I take my stance once more," Chika cleared her throat. "Every sensible woman out there should be a feminist."

"And at the end of the day, the fact that a lot of women were quiet, or even joined in this sexist bastard's post to body shame Dabi and Dawn..... It says a lot about us." Ebere said.

"Seconded," Ebube shook her head. "A whole lot."

"But that does not stop us from fighting, okay?" Chika said to us all, "If we don't have enough power to make our voices be heard to the multitudes on Social Media, we don't have to stop. After all, we have influence in Castron High; We can start from there. It's always important to use our voices to educate who we can."

The Sisters were agreeing to that.

"Now, if you excuse me," Chika flashed us a smile, "I'll go order us some more drinks." And with a wink from her, a shout for Joy from Soma, and an order from the twins to get water instead, Chika was out in a flash."

Soma ended up leaving with Chika after it seemed she was having problems being decisive on what she wanted Chi to buy, so in no time, she was up from the table, jumping around her side like a bubble of energy, as she made her way to the counter.

It was just me and the Onuoha Twins on the table.

And all the way I just sat there and couldn't even do nothing more than stare at the post and mentally tear myself down. This entire thing just found a whole different way to destroy the smallest bit of esteem I may have ever had, and I couldn't just think straight. No matter how much the Sisters tried to make me feel better about myself. All of a sudden, not even Marcus' words were able to do anything for me. I felt like shit, and there was nothing I could do about it.

"Dabeluchi Orji." 

Ebere's voice caused me to sit up. I wasn't sure why but there was something about the curtness and straight tone of voice she had that made me feel like sitting up straight and acting proper.

I turned to her and the first thing I noticed for the nth time that afternoon was her hair, it was long multicolored braids. Ebere had changed her hair over six times this week.

"Hand me the phone immediately." Ebere ordered me.

But, how will I be seeing the post-

Ebube didn't even let me finish my mental protest, the girl just snatched my phone away from my hands before her sister could order a second time.

"Please let me have my phone back," I asked politely. "I need it."

"To do what? Constantly beat yourself up over that idiot's post?!" Ebere snapped at me, an edge to her voice made me flinch.

Ebere actually snapped. She snapped at me. I actually had to flinch at her tone.

"You don't need your phone," Ebube said in a rather calmer tone. 

There was silence for a while and I didn't even have the courage to protest against the twins who held my phone captive and probably wouldn't give it back to me, till God knows when.

"Dabi," Ebere called me softly, like she suddenly felt bad for flaring harshly at me. Contradistinction, her eyes were hard with a glare ahead.

"Yes?" I answered softly. A bit afraid.

"I'm sorry for raising my voice at you," She said to me, looked at me. Her voice sounded soft and sincere, but her eyes were hard on me.... It was creepy.

"Okay." I nodded.

She looked forward, and I noticed her glare soften for the shortest seconds, and I wondered what the fuck was on her mind.

"I know what you feel," Ebere surprised me by saying.

She might have been a witch, so that wasn't shocking.

But for some reason, the way she said it....

I noticed she and Ebube exchange the shortest glance between each other before both girls faced me, head on.

"Look to the group of girls walking into the Cafe." Ebere said.

"What?" I blinked.

"Look to the group of girls walking into the Cafe." Ebere repeated.

I looked. I didn't see how that was necessary, but I looked.

There were just a bunch of girls, maybe five or six, walking in. I wondered what I was supposed to be noticing, they looked pretty normal to me.

"Did you notice the girl with the girl with the blue shirt?" Ebube talked, asked me.

"No," I shook my head. "Well, not after you asked me to," I now had to single out the girl amongst them that the twins were talking about. They were all walking towards a table, talking and laughing, and while one of them left to order, she was already seated before them and using her phone. 

"What about her?" I had to ask the twins.

The twins started a run down.

"Slumped shoulders."

"Disassociative behavior."

"Lack of eye contact."

"Constantly rubbing against her skin-"

"Okay, and..." I had to cut them off.

"In conclusion, her self esteem is zero." Ebere elaborated.

"Exactly," Ebube quipped, "And as she walked in here with her friends, before we asked you to, did you single her out for any reason?"

"No..." I drawled.

"But she thought everyone did, Dabeluchi. That girl thought that the moment she walked in here, everyone was staring at her in particular, out of all the other girls in that group with her," Ebere said.

Just the same way I had thought.

But, I didn't even give her much of a thought, not to talk of singling her out.

"Exactly, Dabi, and that's the same way that not a single soul in this Cafe was staring at you in particular when you walked in here with us," Ebube wrapped up.

That made me feel...... Somehow.

"It's all in your mind, Dabeluchi," Ebere said to me. "It's all in your mind, and I've said it before, and I'll say it again, the mind is very powerful."

"Very," Ebube said. "The reason you feel like everyone around you is shaming you as you walk by is because your mind has already established the fact that you look abominable, so it tells you things. Before you walked in here, you already thought people would stare at you in particular, because that's the lie that your mind had already come to terms with - that you are so awful looking that people should stare, so even if one person casts an eye on our whole group, you'll feel it's directed solely towards you, and it's of contempt."

"It's also similar to looking at the mirror," Ebube said, "Sometimes, we already tell ourselves we look terrible, so that's what our minds have been made to believe. That way, before we even stand in front of the mirror, we expect to see a monster, and when we do look at the mirror, we are quick to pick out even the tiniest flaws and capitalize on it.... Whereas, absolutely no one may even notice all those. In the end, we see monsters staring back at us in the mirror."

"Learn the art of mind manipulation, Dabi," Ebere whispered audibly like a 'wise man'. "You don't know the things you can be capable of if you can make your mind whisper good things to you, instead of bad things. You have no idea." 

It was easy for them to say.

They barely had a fault in their appearance.

And me, I was just....

"And in as much as I hate to bring this up at a time like this, I have to let you understand something very important," Ebere said with a serious tone that scared me.

"What?" I asked her.

"You do realize what this entire madness means, right?" Ebere asked me.

It was a rhetorical question, but I didn't know the answer.

But I knew she was talking about CH and classmates.

"It sucks that this has to happen. Insensitive people have to exist on the internet, and classmates have found another chance against you, but I want to make you understand that things may not blow over for you, just yet," Ebere said to me.

"You are still relevant in CH in my analysis," She said,  "And even if this was a close one, we have to be more careful."

We.... 

I hope she wasn't onto that whole 'popularity stunt' thing that she and Ebube made me do when all the rumors with me and Marcus Acha started.

"Our stunts caused problems with Chi last time, so we can't go back to that," She said.

Thank God.

"Even if in my personal opinion, we should have just kept on, and in the end, things would have turned out well. There would have been struggles, yes, but in the end, you would have had a better off reputation in our set that probably couldn't even tainted by this..." 

She sounded so certain and sure.

"But Chika had to stop us," She shook her head.

She really sounded so sure that those 'stunts' would have worked.

"I'm always right," Ebere whispered to herself.

"But now the damage has been done..." Ebube got back on topic, edging on her twin to continue.

"You have to be very careful, Dabeluchi," Ebere gave a warning that sent chills to my spine.

I felt like I was on a hot seat.

"We have to tell you what you need to hear, and the truth is that Castron High social standard put you on a very sensitive spot right now, and do you realize what that means?" Ebere looked me dead in the eyes as she asked me that question.

I shook my head, a rock in my throat, "No."

"It means that you are on a thin line, Dabeluchi," Ebube elaborated, "Starting from this moment onward, even the smallest 'fuck up' can end your social life."

I gulped. Terrified. Absolutely and horrifically terrified.

"Don't let Chi deceive you, this matters a lot. It shouldn't but it does. Social suicide is the worst thing that can happen to you in Castron High.."

My hands were shaking.

"Now, that being said..." Ebere looked at me, her voice measured. "If there is anything you feel you need to let us know, tell us now."

"Tell us, Dabi," Ebube urged quietly, "We can do damage control, before it blows over. It's up to you to trust the both of us, and save your social life."

I thought about Marcus Acha, and contemplated telling the twins the truth.

Do I?

Do I not?

I was so conflicted.

One of my biggest fears was having the whole thing blow over when the truth comes out to our classmates. As usual, I knew it wouldn't be in my favor. And as Ebere said, I was on a thin line. With how things were, I couldn't afford for them to get worse.

Thinking about it made my body grow cold, and at that instant, I opened my mouth to give my answer to the twins;

"No. There is absolutely nothing I have to hide."

Say the truth; If you were Dabi, would you have told the twins?💀

Lol, and I've been meaning to say, the twins have a good tactics with the whole mind manipulation thing, and in as much as it is helpful, if you don't do it the right way, you can.... Well ... Fuck your mind up badly.

In a few chapters, you all will get to understand what I mean. Ebere will ..... Shock you guys. I mean, don't they shock us too much already?😂

And in the next chapter, you all will find out something about her that will keep you thinking badly. The next chapter after that would even put you more in a state of mental turbulence, but guys, in the end of it all, I can't wait to show you guys something through both Ebere and Ebube's characters.

Ps; There was a slight hint in this chapter that sort of said 'a lot' about Ebere.... Please tell me someone noticed it. I'll let you guys know all about it in due time!

Oh, and most importantly, what did this chapter teach you about Feminism?

What is your story to share concerning all these vices?

Guys, see you on Tuesday!♥️