I had my doubts about my parents, I had doubts about how harmonious they would be, let's take for instance when I got back from Pelumi house on Monday. I could sense the tension the moment I walked through the front door.

Mr politician AKA my father was sitting on one of the expensive leather couch in the living room and I immediately regretted not calling Adura to find out if the coast was clear so I could take through the back door or the side door that lied through the passageway between my parents room and brother's just in case he was in the living room but against my better judgement I went into the shark infested waters head first with no clue what was waiting for me.

My mum was setting the dining table to present my father's dinner—that was the only reason she even agreed to set the dining table— and as well ranting to herself, possibly about him.

"And where are you coming from?" My father asked, he didn't spare a glance from the News he was currently watching on the television, my brain blanked out for a whole minute and suddenly I just felt like I was going to shit all the bread I ate in Pelumi's room.

"I asked you a question" he said rather calmly, he only spoke English to us when he meant serious business and by business I meant he was very serious. I had only two options to this (1) tell the truth and get scolded or (2) makeup a lie and hope he eats it up.

I settle for a lie "I was at Pelumi's house, I was helping her study for our maths test" well it's not all a lie, this was test week after all but we all know the truth that I wasn't studying at Pelumi's house but I was hoping he takes it anyway and I was also hoping my phone wouldn't make any sudden sound, not like I had that much people in my life that'll call me.

If there's one thing my father disliked was always having your phone on you, to him it meant you were distracted and if you had an incoming call then you had to take it right before him.

Another thing was texting in front of him, he'll get very suspicious and he'll narrow his mind to the fact that you were talking to a boy and he would always demand to see your chats and text messages. Not like I had much or anything that incriminating but I didn't feel comfortable having my phone checked, it made me feel guilty even when I wasn't.

But Adura on the other hand seemed to attract more trouble with the amount of male contacts she had on her phone and texted frequently. One time when my dad seized Adura's phone and went through it, he found a conversation with a boy from her class on WhatsApp and he was furious.

It was just supposed to be a friendly chat between two people that were just friends, it was one of those conversations where you and your friend tease each other about liking someone even though neither of you did but my dad with a twisted mind read deeply into it and assumed it was something more.

He destroyed her phone, no matter how much Adura tried to explain he still insisted she was lying and still gave her a beating. He was that narrow-minded and overprotective. I didn't like him very much but I still had to love him enough to wish him long life, I mean after all he's still my father and he's still the one paying for everything.

Adura on the other hand was phoneless and with no means of communication to her friends when she was off school and my dad, well he forgave her and got her a new phone. A better one for that matter, a Samsung that cost over a hundred thousand Naira. I wasn't surprised though, my father was used to spending money however way he liked and in this case it was his way of buying her forgiveness.

I don't think she forgave him—well at least not completely— because they've since had a pretty rocky relationship that felt like walking on shards of glass.

Things like this happened a lot— the gifts if I'm to be precise, after all he did have money— and there were times when my mum and dad fought and he would bribe us into being at peace with him just to clear his conscience I guess. My brother was his favorite, he was almost spoilt rotten if not for my mum and I, I was the daddy's girl, perfect and wouldn't want to go against his wishes but who was I kidding, it was very hard for anyone to go scot-free against his wishes.

I took his silence as a sign that our little conversation was over because I started walking towards my room only to be stopped before I even entered the passageway.

"Where are your books then?" He asked and I couldn't believe I had it in me but for the first time in my life I felt like I was a pro at coming up with lies at the instant needed "I didn't need them, Pelumi and I share the same math teacher so I just used her notes"

He just stared a glance at me before taking his precious time to drag himself off the couch to where his food was now served at the dining table, I took that as my cue to escape and off I went like a pretty hiding from a predator—that's if I wasn't one already.

A/N

Here's the next chapter, so I hope we've seen a little bit of Asira's dad and I pretty much don't like him very much.

Anyways I've been having writer's block and it really annoying and frustrating to not know what's supposed to come next.

Anyway wish me luck because I need a lot of it to give up on this book and my writing because it's so not easy dealing with shitty writer's block like this one.

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