Chapter 8

ENOUGH IS ENOIGH “What brings the mountain to Mohammed, if I may ask?” I ask, not because I care because I honestly don’t give a fuck about her or her precious family at all. I just want to break this stare and perhaps, save her time so that she can say what brought her here and get out before this unfriendly aura of my cage suffocates her to death! You should see how her face looks like, defying the surrounding. It is as if she standing in the middle of a dumbing site and she about to puke from the contaminated air and environment. Makwa wonder why my child and I have not died if the situation here is as horrible as she is making it look like. I was once a De’Mario like her, you know. I know all about the serene and beautiful aura of the rich. “You never learn, do you?” She says, standing in front of me. Her tone is full of hatred, as is her stare. But I am used to this. Ever since I became the family’s bad omen, she has forgotten even her respect for me as her elder sister. “I can't believe that you are now fooling around with your student of all people. Where did your morals go, Ayana? Excuse me! I close the tiny gap that was between us, my heart throbbing with anger. hasn’t she insulted me enough? She does not have any right to speak to me that way. Not any more! “You watch your mouth before I shut it for you, Cynthia!” I hiss through anger, my hands clenched into tight fists. “I am still your elder sister before anything. I demand some respect!” I fume, and for heaven’s sake, she better not stroke my demons. I do not know how she missed her way to their beautiful castle, but I don’t care. I will not have this little brat walk in here in my territory and insult me as if I am a little kid. She had enough of the time to do that. “Respect?” She sneers, taking a step back and smirking sarcastically. “Does that word even exist in your vocabulary? Do you know what that word really means, Ayana? I don’t think so. Because if you didn, you would have paused for a second and thought of how much respect the societry has for this family before you shamelessly dragged our family name into the mud! But what did you? Because of your lack of manner and respect, you shamelessly threw yourself at that nobody without…” A resounding slap across her face sends her staggering back as she groans in agony, shutting her shameless mouth up! She asked for it, and I will not hold back from slapping her mouth if she dares to insult me ever again. The nerve, huh? I have taken all the insults, mockery, rejection, and maltreatment. My poor innocent child is also tangled now in this mess; she has no fault whatsoever, yet she is suffering the most for mistakes she knows nothing about. And they are not satisfied yet? Her stupid brain tells her that she can walk in here and throws insults to my face all she wants and I will take it seated down and arms crossing over my chest? Or trembling with fear and respect of her because she is the precious, holy mary, and the pride of the De’Mario family and I am the black sheep? Hell no! I have been silent, and let the see me as the bad omen that they termed me as. I have stayed mute of all the injustices committed to me and my child. I have accepted everything they threw at me and I never complained. I have allowed even this small sister of mine to treat me like she is my elder sister, lecturing me about morals and dignity as if I traded mine for something so cheap! It was love that I layed all that down for, for God’sake! It was not like I knacked by a one-night-stand or whatever they call it. It was not like I sold my body on the sex streets or in a brothel. I did not trade my morals and disginity and respect for money or anything tangible. I lost it all for love. I gave it all for love. And I have been crufied already for my sins already. And they still are not satified? Were they not the ones that chose this punishment for me? Well, enough is enough. I won't take any more bullying again, especially not from this arrogant baby sister who thinks she is the second Mary Jesus just because no man can stand her bitchy attitude even for a second. That is why she has not been knacked. And so she thinks she a saint. Holy Cythia! She has balls! It was a one-time mistake, for crying out loud, and they will make me pay for it for the rest of my life? I accepted this hell they tossed me and my child into and accepted everything they threw at me, but this is as far as my patience goes. My patience and playing a remorseful sinner has raptured! This is where I, Ayana Salma, draw the line! “How dare you?” She squeals as she lifts her head, tears welling up in her eyes. Serves her right! That is even nothing, so she better watch out even just how she is glaring at me as if I just committed another crime worth sending me once again to the cross. I might gauge her eyes out. “You will get more than just a slap if you dare insult me ever again. And I will break your bones if you wake my child up with your stupid squeals!” I warn her after watching Lyana toss on the bed. It is a good thing she didn't wake up. I wouldn't want her to witness any of this. She is already bearing too much at her young age. And I am doing my best to shield her from the worst things such as this. But this senseless bitch had to provoke me!