CHAPTER 9

THE NEXT DAY AUNT LISA WOKE ME UP EARLY.

It was unusual for her to wake me up, she usually just let's me wake up myself. "Come with me." She instructed, even before I could greet her. I got off from the bed and followed her to the parlour.

When I got to the parlour my mum was there looking worried and on the verge of crying.

The parlor was huge, painted in white. The sofa's were red and arranged in a circle with a glass table in between. There was a huge plasma TV hung on the wall. My mom was holding onto one of the throw pillows and her eyes had been steady on the hallway door awaiting my presence. Her bag was on the glass table resting on the flower vase on it. The two round floor cushions were placed close to the stairs demarcating the parlor.

I wanted to sit on the rug but there was so much fear in my heart, so I just stood still.

My mum smiled reassuringly at me when she noticed my presence, even though it was obvious that she was faking it. I didn't mind though, It was better than having a pity party.

"Good morning mum" I greeted, hugging her gently.

"I told her what happened, but she wants to hear it from you." Aunt Lisa informed me, with a frown.

I sat down on the red rug and told my mum everything I told Aunt Lisa, she kept shaking while I spoke and it made me feel really bad about it all. I felt as if I was the cause of her sadness not Ken. And it was exactly what I hated but expected to see when I saw her.

To me, my mum was weak and always easily overpowered by her emotions. I understand when you have children you want to protect them, but children need parents to be stronger than they were or to at least act like it. It gave them a false sense of the world being OK and most times that false sense is all that is needed.

"Are you sure that's all that happened?" My mum asked over and over again.

"Yes" I replied for the fourth time, this time almost half screaming. I was sick of the issue already, it didn't help that they kept reminding me of my pain. More so, when I had almost succeeded in suppressing the memory.

"You said Anita asked you to sleep with the boys." My mum pointed out. I discovered I was smiling, why the hell was I smiling, she won't take the issue up. She will just do whatever Lisa says because she is rich.

I know she does it to help us. Licking the feet of others just to get help because unfortunately for me and us my dad is well not too useful. But it still hurt. I wanted my mum to fight for me no matter what.

"Lisa is this true?" My mum asked, looking at her pleadingly, almost like she was begging for the truth instead of demanding it. I mean her child was molested she should be raining fire and brimstones.

"No its not but that's not the issue, she needs to see the doctor." Aunt Lisa replied, shifting uncomfortably on the coach. She didn't look at me and I tried as much to avoid looking at her.

"That's not the issue?" I whispered but they didn't hear me. What then is the issue? You want to act as my savior by taking me to a damn doctor. I can't believe I respected you.

I was so angry that I lost touch of what they were saying. And I knew my mum would ignore what she just found out and instead do the bidding of the devil sited next to me. Not only was she a devil but a pretentious one. Two vices how bad.

'That's my own opinion argue not with me'. I said to myself trying to fight my conscience which kept reminding me that she was older, and should be respected. I believe in respecting those who respect themselves. So to hell with her age!

"Go and take your bath we are going to the doctor now." my mum ordered, it was then I noticed she was already crying. It was coming late I thought to myself. She really did fancy crying, a whole lot. That was the only thing she did in the marriage with my dad anyway.

"OK "

I was getting sick of listening to them anyway and I needed to breath.