Jamille

I didn't know when I slept off. I woke up to find myself on the bed. My knuckles were all cleaned up and the room was in order. I stood up to use the restroom. As soon I was done and about to wash my hands, I saw myself in the mirror and I almost ran away. I had bags around my eyes. The area around my eyes had turned dark. My collar bone had become more obvious. I was never a fat person but now, I looked more like a stick insect. I never thought one week would make such a big difference in my life.
I turned to look at the time. It was 6pm on the dot. The house seemed so quiet. I lay back on the bed to think about my life. I regretted being a fool. Talking that way to Jason made me feel sick. How could I be so insensitive? I was just too overwhelmed with sorrow to think straight. I made a mental note to apologise later on.
I went to Jason's room. I peeped in and he was sleeping. I decided to go outside for some fresh air. I descended the stairs gently because my whole body ached. I stopped at the kitchen to get some water in a glass cup. On getting outside, I felt a strong urge to visit mum's garden. As I got closer, I heard a voice and I became scared. I went a little further and listened. It was daddy's deep voice I was hearing loud and clear. I listened well and discovered he was speaking to my mum. I never knew daddy believed in talking to the dead.
I wanted to turn back and leave but a tiny voice in my head urged me to listen on. I yielded to the temptation without much argument.
"I really don't know what to do with Jamille anymore. I mean she's the only one who has caused us much problems from childhood. As much as I don't want to blame her, I can't help it. I just keep connecting the dots. She had difficulties walking as a child. She also suffered from dyslexia. And for heaven's sake, she's the only one who is so secretive in this house. She'll never voice out her problems to anyone. She...."
Before he could say another sentence,the glass in my hand fell to the ground and got shattered. Dad turned abruptly. "Jamille?"
I retreated slowly before I broke into a run. I opened the gate and off I fled with no destination in mind.
I ran straight ahead till my legs hurt. It had already become dark. I just sat on the pavement directly under one of the street lights that lined the sidewalk.
After sitting for few minutes, I got next to myself. The mosquitoes began defining life on the streets to me . I realised that this wasn't an American movie where kids run away and find help in a caring stranger. I got up and started the slow walk back home.
Shop owners stared at me like I was a ghost. I couldn't blame them. I would have done same if I saw someone running like a mad dog few minutes earlier and later saw the same person walking gently and looking sober.
The walk back home was longer than I imagined. I finally got home. I pushed the gate open and let myself in. Edet came out to see who was at the gate. He opened his mouth to speak but I sent a dangerous glare his way and he closed it up.
I heard aunt's raised voice from outside. She was obviously scolding dad. I walked in and shut the door noisily to gain their attention.
"I'm home aunt,no need to fret" I hugged her before turning to my dad.
"Hello dad" I smiled despite the pain in my heart. He was shocked to see me act so cool.
"Has anyone had dinner yet?" Dad's brows creased into a frown as he sat slowly on the nearest sofa.
"Well, I'll be in my room. No visitors please." I ran up the stairs to my room. I could feel their eyes bore into my back but I didn't care.
When I got to my room, I knelt down to pray for the first time since I lost my mother.
"Dear God, I'm sorry for all I've ever done wrong. Please forgive me and don't judge me like daddy did. Help him to forgive me and Jason too. You know I'm only acting strong. I'm worse than shattered on the inside. Help me scale through this, I beg of you in Jesus name. Amen."
I climbed onto the bed and laid down to sleep. "I can do it" I whispered into the darkness as I succumbed to the incredible power of sleep.

I am here, I did not go anywhere, even Banky and Adesua self did not make me leave.. Lol

I'm sorry Jamille, don't be hard on yourself and it isn't your Dad's fault also, he's just sad and heartbroken

queenitee:
I am here, I did not go anywhere, even Banky and Adesua self did not make me leave.. Lol

I'm sorry Jamille, don't be hard on yourself and it isn't your Dad's fault also, he's just sad and heartbroken

Lol...EvaJael is happy then.

queenitee:
I am here, I did not go anywhere, even Banky and Adesua self did not make me leave.. Lol

I'm sorry Jamille, don't be hard on yourself and it isn't your Dad's fault also, he's just sad and heartbroken

Lol....EvaJael's happy then

Nice. I like the story and the unconventional way you are writing it. I like DIFFERENT. Keep doing your thing.

kayo80:
Nice. I like the story and the unconventional way you are writing it. I like DIFFERENT. Keep doing your thing.

Thank u sir. I appreciate

Nice work here EvaJael, keep it Coming.

queenitee:
I am here, I did not go anywhere, even Banky and Adesua self did not make me leave.. Lol

I'm sorry Jamille, don't be hard on yourself and it isn't your Dad's fault also, he's just sad and heartbroken

The Queen always analyses the story from inside out.

Jamille is going to scale through this one. I'm sure. it's only temporal to feel bad about what happened

Creeza:
Nice work here EvaJael, keep it Coming.

I'm honoured. Thanks

Please pray for me o. PHCN has frustrated my life enough. Battery is so low right now

EvaJael:
I was able to finish typing an update to the glory of baba God. Oga Ifecoded come o,Jane1234f,queenitee and all who are interested..there are vacant seats

Present, am here ma,nice update, but please tell Jamille's dad not to make her feel bad, am crying already

Evajael updated and didn't mention my name .... love the story.... Kudos
But wait oooo.... where is adeshina12 with the pop corn and cold malt

Nathalya:
Evajael updated and didn't mention my name .... love the story.... Kudos
But wait oooo.... where is adeshina12 with the pop corn and cold malt

Iyammi...am so sorry shuga. No vex eh

Jane1234f:
Present, am here ma,nice update, but please tell Jamille's dad not to make her feel bad, am crying already

Awww...don't worry dear. I'll flog him personally

Aunt Liz

It's Sunday. Last night was hell for me. I didn't close my eyes in sleep for even a second. I tossed and turned all night thinking about Jamille. She reminds me of myself when I was younger. I was shocked at how much my niece and I could be so alike.
When she came in through the door last night, I saw a new person. Her eyes had gotten a little sparkle but a close look at her would show that the sorrow wasn't gone yet. I knew exactly what she was doing because I had done it many times too. She was presenting a strong person to the world whereas she was aching on the inside.
I wondered how I would get her to stop it. She would only end up widening the wound she already had deep inside of her. I thought a change of environment would do her good. I would speak to her dad to let me take her with me to my house. She would go to university from there. I wouldn't dare keep her in this house with my brother. He'd make the girl commit suicide. I thought he had solved his temper issues already. Apparently, I was wrong.
I turned to the clock and it was already few minutes to seven o'clock. I got up from the bed to go make breakfast.
I got plantain out of the store and fried it. I made fish stew to go with it. When I was done, I headed to my brother's room first, before the rooms of the twins,inviting them for breakfast.
I decided to fast today just in case the heavens would pity me and tell me what to do. I went upstairs to have a shower and get ready for church. Brian and I still attended the same church we attended as little kids with our families. I met my husband there and I've been more loyal since then.
When I was done, I went downstairs to meet the family all prepared. We said a small prayer before heading out. Service went well although I was sure that none of us paid sincere attention to the sermon.
After the service, I went straight to the pastor to ask for prayers because I was at a loss of what to do with Brian and his children. Our Sunday went on smoothly but without the usual excitement that was characteristic of our family.
I spent two whole weeks with them before I decided to approach Brian about Jamille.
It was a sunny evening on Monday. I walked to the garden to see Brian. The place had become his new home.
"Brian?" I called
He looked up,surprised to see me there.
"I came to talk about Jamille"
He nodded,urging me to go on.
"I want to take her with me to my house. She needs real help. You've bruised her heart pretty bad."
He sighed before replying. "I know I've hurt her. I've been thinking of how to apologise to her. I guess taking her away is a good idea. I wouldn't want to be responsible for ruining my daughter's life. I still love her."
"I'm glad you're back to yourself now. I just hope Jason will agree to this. We'll be leaving by Friday." I stood up to leave.
I don't know why I suddenly sat down again.
"And how are you little brother?"
"I guess I'm getting by. Thanks for asking even when I've committed"
I smiled. "Of course you know I love you Brian. I'm sorry for being so distant."
"Love you too sis." With that, I went inside.

LOLZ

Dedicated to Nathalya

Wow U Don Make Frontpage A Big Congrat 2 U Evajael Av Been A Silent Reader Bt Now I Have To Voice Out,

holuwanoisy111:
Wow U Don Make Frontpage A Big Congrat 2 U Evajael Av Been A Silent Reader Bt Now I Have To Voice Out,

Wow...I'm so excited. Thank you dear,welcome

JASON

Aunt Liz came into the living room while I was watching a movie. She sat beside me and placed my head on her shoulder. “Jason turn off the television. I need to speak with you for a few minutes.” I promptly obeyed her order. I sat back to listen to her. She told me that she would be leaving on Friday with Jamille.
My head began spinning. “What?!” I exclaimed. She began explaining why she had to take her with her. “Sweetheart, you need to understand with me. Your sister is emotionally unstable at this moment. She needs someone to give her constant care. We both know your father would never do that for her.”
I sighed. “ Then what about me aunt? “ She took my hands in hers, looking into my eyes. “ I know you’ll do just fine. I’m leaving you here because I trust you too well. You’re becoming the man I’ve always hoped you would be. Besides , I don’t want your father to be alone. You can always come around anytime you please. You’re aunt’s big baby right?”
I nodded my head. The urge to shed tears came but I pushed it back. I was determined not to embarrass myself before someone who loved and trusted me. The trust my father never gave me.
“ Aunt,I won’t ask you to promise to take good care of her because I know you will do just that for me.”
“Of course Jay, I will.”
I hung my head in deep thought for few minutes. Then, my head shot up in excitement as an idea popped into my brain.
“ Aunt, I need a tiny favour from you.”
“ OK, what would that be? “ she asked. A large smile spread across my face.
“ Do you really promise to do it for me? “
She looked at me again, doubt written all over her face.
“ Jason,what’s this about? “
“ Just promise first. I thought you just told me some minutes ago that you trust me.” I made my best puppy face for her.
“ Alright, I promise.”
As I was about to ask her for my special favour, Jamille came into the living room.
“ I guess I’ll save it for later then. Meet me in my room, 7pm on the dot.” I said to aunt and winked.
She threw a throw pillow at me and I fled leaving her and Jamille alone in the living room.

I must admit this is one of the best story I have read here on Nairaland. I actually bumped into it this morning and I fell in love with the title. However, since I started reading it to this point it stopped, I have not been disappointed. I have learnt some lessons and hope to learn more as the story unfolds. The writer is doing a wonderful job. I pray for more insight for you. Ride on.

oluwatymylehyn:
I must admit this is one of the best story I have read here on Nairaland. I actually bumped into it this morning and I fell in love with the title. However, since I started reading it to this point it stopped, I have not been disappointed. I have learnt some lessons and hope to learn more as the story unfolds. The writer is doing a wonderful job. I pray for more insight for you. Ride on.

Thanks a million. Solid motivation for this morning. Welcome aboard

EvaJael:

Lol...EvaJael is happy then.

What is and where do you get your inspiration? Na two heads you get? I have always wished to write a story but I dont even know where to start.

WhistleB:

What is and where do you get your inspiration? Na two heads you get? I have always wished to write a story but I dont even know where to start.

Lol... I really donno. When I sit to write,the words come slowly and I put them down. Start anyhow. Even if the thoughts are not coordinated, just write what you see in your mind's eye. Later on, you'll be able to join the pieces together

Guess I came late then....

Nice Evajael, keep it coming

You're Killing us with suspence,Eva

Lilyjoe567:

Guess I came late then....

Nice Evajael, keep it coming

Better late than never o. Thanks

Cool story carry on

Jane1234f:
You're Killing us with suspence,Eva

Hahaha...sowi dear. Please hang on..dont die o

amiibaby:
Cool story carry on

Eshe ma

EvaJael:

Lol... I really donno. When I sit to write,the words come slowly and I put them down. Start anyhow. Even if the thoughts are not coordinated, just write what you see in your mind's eye. Later on, you'll be able to join the pieces together

I will try.