Chioma's POV.

I walked into the house, seething with rage. After the whole office drama, Amanda finally handed me the documents and asked that I give her the deets on all that went down while I was in Femi's office. Also, she was so surprised when she found out that the Femi I have been ranting about was in fact her boss. Well, enough of the idiot.

Walking into the air conditioned living room, I met dad sitting on the couch and watching a football match. I tried sounding polite when handing him the papers but failed miserably.

"Hey Dad, here are the stupid documents you wanted" I said as I placed them on the centre table. I wanted to fling them on the table but decided against it cause I might end up ripping some pages out.

"Stupid?" He asked, with surprise evident in his voice. "Chioma, are you okay?" He asked as he lowered the volume of the TV and stared at me with an inquisitive brow raised.

"You have no idea what those documents made me go through" I said as I headed for the stairs. "I'll be in my room, dad" I added before taking the stairs.

"Chioma, get back here this instant!" He demanded, his voice demanding authority and compliance (that which I failed to give). I heaved a very frustrated sigh and turned to look at him from the staircase where I stood.

"Dad, I am extremely angry and too tired to talk. I can't deal with your scoldings right now. We'll talk later" I replied as I walked up the stairs with the intention of not coming back down.

"Chioma! Chioma!! I said get back here!" He demanded but I didn't listen.

"Amara!" I heard him yell instead as I walked into my bedroom and slammed the door shut.

My phone made a ding sound as I plopped on my bed, lying on my back and staring at the ceiling. I grabbed my phone and saw a text from Amanda.

Amanda: girl, I'm itching to know wassup. As in, what exactly happened in that office? You looked like you could've murder someone.

I ran my hand through my blonde and long box braids. I didn't want to talk about this, I wasn't in the mood to talk about it at all.

Me: we'll talk about this later, 'kay?
I'm too upset to talk about it rn.

In a few seconds, she replied.

Amanda: okay at least just listen to my rants. First, you didn't tell me that my BOSS was the FEMI you've been talking about!!!
Second: you didn't tell me you hated my BOSS!!! I know I just said the same thing in two different ways but I'm sure you know what I mean.

I chuckled at her reply. I didn't want to ignore her and so I decided to reply her.

Me: I never knew he was the same person.

Amanda: Liar Musa! You knew!

Me: I didn't, honestly.

Amanda: okay oh, so are you ready to tell me what truly happened in that office? Did you guys like...fight??

I rolled my eyes. We always fight, it's a must cause he's such an oversized jerk!

Me: No oh, how can? We just hugged each other and had a great chat. What else do you think would have made me so angry???😒

Amanda: sorry oh, na question I just dey ask😂

Me: we'll talk later, 'kay?

Amanda: okay oh. Take care!

Me: yeah, you too.

I huffed as I flung my phone on my bed and pulled my shoes off and then let down my artificial braids. My heels ached a lot cause of all the walking I did today and my tired we're so heavy, a sign that I need to rest a little.

Soon, I heard a soft knock on my door and I groaned as I took off my wrist watch.

"Go away! I'm not in the mood, whoever you are!" I yelled, not caring who it could be. Not even my dad.

"It's me, Amara" and with that, I immediately got up from my bed and went to open the door. I've missed my sister so much. We don't talk anymore ever since we had that little fight, and right now, she's the only person I can tolerate.

"Hey" she said, with a small smile, when I opened the door. Truth be told, I was really surprised to see her here. I thought she'd still be mad at me but here she is, despite the fact that I was unfair towards her. Yes, I'll admit I was, but to myself at least.

"Hey" I replied weakly and stepped aside to let her in. She walked into the room with careful steps, not like she used to before (she'd just walk into my room like it was hers). I shut the door behind me and sat on my bed while she sat on the couch next to my dresser. And for a moment, neither of us said anything. We just stared at nothing in particular. Until, I decided to break the uneasy and awkward silence between us.

"I.." we both said at the same time and I grinned a little.

"You go first" I offered and she smiled.

"I'm here cause dad sent me to speak to you. I'm not only here cause dad sent me, but I'm also here cause I'm your sister and I just have to look out for you...even though you can be a pain in the butt sometimes" she meant to mutter the last part but I heard her loud and clear. I honestly had nothing to say at this point, so I just let her finish with what she had to say.

"Look, dad is really furious with you. Like, the guy is angry. I haven't seen him this angry since I was like, twelve _ that day I told my teacher that he was sick and needed operation just so I could leave school _ the woman actually believed me cause she felt I couldn't lie about something so serious" at this point, we both chuckled and then it turned into laughter.

I still remember that day very well. All hell broke loose that day cause dad was ready to skin Amara. She was lucky that mom intervened and was able to pacify dad before he could rip her apart. That like was so expensive, so you can imagine the kind of heart attack my mother got when she saw Amara coming home from school by 12:00pm. And the scariest part was that she had the guts to come home on here own, on foot for that matter.

"I remember that day vividly. Dad was ready to kill you" I said through laughter and chuckles.

"I swear! It was Jehovah-jireh that saved me that day, else I would have died an early death" she said and we both laughed at the old memories.

"But that's by the way," she sounded serious again. "What you did to dad was so wrong. On so many levels, it wasn't right at all. He's your father, our father and you should respect him. Just a few days ago, you claimed I wasn't respecting you. Now, how do you expect me to even respect you if you can't even respect our own father?" This question threw me off balance. I pondered on it and felt guilty. She's right, I shouldn't have done that. But I was so pissed that I couldn't help it.

"I suggest that you speak with him and apologise. It's the least you can do right now, and as for mom; I'll handle her. She wanted to come here herself but luckily I was able to calm her down a bit, else she would have yelled at you for hours" she said and I smiled gratefully at her. I know what my mom can do. I would've received the preaching and scolding of a life time.

"Well, that's that. I have to study for my test now" she said as she got up to leave, heading for the door.

"Oh and..." She turned around and flashed me a smile. "I'm sorry that we had to fight" and then she ran over to me and hugged me. I certainly wasn't expecting that and it made me feel like a bad person. I've never apologised to anyone ever before. It's just...so difficult for me to do that.

She finally let me go and left my room. I still couldn't get the words 'I'm sorry'  to roll off my tongue. It's like it was stuck there or something, glued to my tongue.

You're such an obnoxious brat, ya know?!

Now, THAT, was my subconscious. And right now, I truly was in a whole lot of mess.

I have to apologise to my dad, as soon as possible...

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Hi guys!
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