ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY TWO (BLESS)

"What game are you playing at?" l ask the face that couldn't be the furthest shade to my own, features that could never correlate with my own no matter how much we preach our relation

"l should be asking you that question" she says rolling her eyes, the good girl act long forgotten now that we are standing in the comfort of my house

"why would l be playing any games? you are the one who promised me proof at the end of the event and yet here you are standing in front of me with no proof" l should have known that it was all lies when Anaya's mother was around to victimise herself and gain favour in her eyes because just like me she wanted to be the daughters favourite