CIARA
My house had changed so much with Aunt Elsie in control of it for quite a long time; two years to be precise, but nothing changed about my room.
It still bore the curtains from two years ago, and I could perceive the strong smell of dust which rose into the air as I pushed open the door and dragged the curtains aside.
My room had been this unkept, but she got pictures of herself all overthe living room, and takes a luxury daytime rest at the pool.
I shrugged and made to the window, with my left palm shielding my nose. I knew what would happen if I drag the curtains aside, so, I had to first take defense, before heading to the window.
I held the curtains and dragged them aside, and thus came into view, a dust ridden window. It had been shot for two years, and it had not been cleaned for two good years.
Gosh.
I had no clue on why Aunt Elsie became somewhat careless. It was very much unlike her, who would do the cleaning and the cooking without seeking aid from the maids.
I looked out of the window and saw the boys who brought me here with the black car.
I had so long wanted to live a life far from what I have here with Aunt Elsie.
I wanted to have a calm life in a calm apartment and flee from the sentiments, the regrets, the fights, and the past.
My son was with Ryan, and I am okay with that, but these boys brought me back here against my wish and now, I am being told to go get my son out of Ryan's place.
That's not the deal for me. I had many more important things to do, otherthan fighting over my kid who'd had the best times of his life with his dad there to take him up in his arms if the need be.
I wanted those boys out of my property, especially the one who sat next me. He was such an arrogant fellow. I could remember he didn't even give a damn when his mates warned him of being harsh on me, and asked him to be fair, but he turned down the plea. And threatened to put a gun on my head if I don't comport myself.
I want him sacked if he was employed to work here in my mansion, and if he was a mere visitor, I want him out of my property.
Maybe Aunt Elsie did not inform him earlier of who he was going to bring home from the hospital, that could have been the reason he treated me like he was getting me kidnapped.
But whatever, I want him out.
If he could be rough enough to treat me that way, then he would be rough enough to be a complete nuisance here.
I left the window, strutted out of my room and went downstairs, but there, I met two new faces waiting in the living room.
They were clad in suit, unlike the boys outside, and they wore black glasses that gave them that masked CIA look.
"Who are you?" I posed with my eyebrows raised.
How could Aunt Elsie bring this kind of men to my house?
They turned to me, and looked at each other. Maybe I'm not big enough forthem to give me a response to my question, because they have no idea, I own the house they were in.
"I said who are you?" I hate repeating myself, but these men wouldn't mind making me repeat the same question a million times.
"She is the kid I told you about. Chain her up and take herto her room upstairs."
That was Aunt Elsie, standing by the doorpost. She seemed to have just walked in on us, and then came from her lips, those silly words.
Was this why she wanted to claim me from the facility?
To get me arrested by some random men in suit and glasses, and have me chained up in my room.
"What?" I said with rage.
The men stood from the sofa on which they had nestled earlier and advanced towards me. I went backwards, and grabbed a picture flame resting on the wall beside me.
Good lord, I would strike and break their head if they get any close to me, and they know I would do that, but they seemed to be the least creatures that would ever back off from a fight in planet earth.
"Auntie, what's the meaning of this? Do I look insane to you? Why do you want to have me chained in my room? Get these men out of my house!"
I couldn't help but shout those words on her.
Imagine getting chained and locked up by a poor fool I brought into my house and gave her the life she never had at the first place.
I thought she was different from her husband and the rest of my uncles who killed my parents, but here she is, standing by the doorpost at the other end of the living room, smiling while her men advanced towards me.
"I told you that she is sick in the head, and you must be careful or she would sink her teeth into your skin and give you tetanus."
Aunt Elsie had a mockery voice.
The men stopped, looked at each other and pulled out their riffles.
"Drop your weapon, or we shoot." One of them said, while the other kept on advancing.
There is no way I could fight two armed men with a picture flame. I dropped the picture flame and out my hands up in the air.
Aunt Elsie had just won the fight without putting much effort in the game.
The men held me to the floor, and chained by hands with their handcuff.
"Take her to her room and chain herto her bed, I would bring her meat to her in her room when the maids in the kitchen are done cooking." Aunt Elsie said, her lips curled up in a smile.
Lord knows I would not lay a finger on herfood, talk more of taking a spoon full from it. I would rather die than take such risk.