FAMILY DRAMA

"Where is she?" A male voice asked

"Honey, calm down" A female voice responded

"Why would she lock her bedroom door, I want to speak to her before I get to work"

"She's probably sleeping?"

"Morning mum, Dad"

"Where is your sister?"

"Upstairs? I don't know" Prisca responded.

The voices grew louder waking me up from sleep, owww, my head is on fire, the voices downstairs sounded like my parents and Prisca. I turned to look at the clock beside my lamp stand

Damnit, it was 9 am, I wanted to sneak out by 6, then come back here as soon as possible.

I quickly threw on a t-shirt and a pair of flannel trousers and headed downstairs, tiptoeing, I entered the kitchen, making sure not to make any noise, I opened the back door and was about to go out when a voice stopped me in my tracks.

"Going somewhere?" A deep male voice asked.

I paused for a second and then swivelled to see my brother, sipping coffee with a book in front of him.

How did I not see him there?  My brother barely woke up early, things must have changed around here.

I exhaled shakily before responding "uh, nope, just wanted to get some air"

My brother gave me I know you are lying but I won't intrude look and then said "okay, mum and dad wants to see you, let's go" he gestured towards the living room.

I followed quietly behind him, my heart was racing like it was going to burst.

My dad was pacing in the living room while my mum sat on the couch with her head in between her thighs while holding her head.

I have been thinking of myself and how to get out of it without pausing to think of how it was affecting my family.

My parents looked distraught, I felt ashamed knowing I caused that.

Prisca was nowhere to be found, was she avoiding me?

"Good Morning Mum, Dad"

My father stopped pacing and looked up to stare at me, I could feel the tension in the room, was that disappointment I saw in his eyes? Perhaps pity? I couldn't figure it out.

"Ronnie.." My father walked towards me and pulled me in for a hug.

I was shocked, I didn't expect this amount of care and affection from him.

"Ronnie, my baby," my father said while patting my back.

It felt good to be hugged like that, it was a little strange to find my dad this way but I loved it.

While in a prison cell, I had made up ugly scenarios in my head, bracing myself for the worse once I got home, but so far, so good.

"How are you feeling?" My Dad asked

"Overwhelmed, but I'm happy I have you and Mum," I said

"You have your entire family, Ronnie, we are here for you" my mum chipped in.

I didn't believe that especially after the cold shoulders Prisca gave me yesterday, but I wasn't about to argue with my parents.

"I have to go to work, we will catch up once I get back and oh, don't worry Mr Johnson and I will take care of everything," My dad said, kissed me on the cheeks and then left.

"So, let's get you some food,"  mum said.

I followed her to the kitchen, the whole place smelled so horrible, like vomit.

"What is that smell?" Mum asked, she looked like she was going to throw up.

Yikes! It hit me, the food from last night, the one I forgot in the microwave"

"Ah, sorry Mum, I know where that smell is coming from" I opened the microwave and threw in the contents in a bin.

"Omg, what is that smell," my annoying sister said in a high pitched tone.

"Oh please, don't be dramatic," I said

"It's only been what? five hours? And the whole place is already messy"

"Do not use that tone with your sister!" Mum said in a stern voice.

Prisca rolled her eyes, muttering under her breathe and then walked out.

"Did I do something wrong?" I asked my mum

"No, Baby, no, you know how your sister can be sometimes"

"I know," I responded sadly. Prisca is annoying, everyone knows that but this attitude she was giving me is on a weird level.

"Oh come on, don't be like that," my mum said.

"Let me fix you breakfast quickly, I am meeting up with a client soon" She added.

I happily watched my mum make food for me and for the first time in a long time, this place started to feel like home.

As soon as my Mum left for work, I went back to my room and laid down, I was too tired to go back to my place, I just hope, they didn't find the phone just yet.

A knock on the door woke me from my mini nap.

"Come in" I called out.

Paul walked in and then sat at the edge of my bed.

"How are you?" He asked

"Fine..."

"I and Prisca are about to have lunch, do you want to join us?"

"I don't think Prisca wants to be in the same room with me right now"

"Well, she has a good reason for that"

"Which is?" I asked

"You would have to ask her yourself"

"I will eat when you guys are done"

"Don't be like that Ronnie, come downstairs and let's have lunch like siblings, afterwards, you guys can go back to fighting"

Paul patted me on the leg and then left my room.

What did he mean by what he said? Did I do something to hurt Prisca?

As he said, have lunch like siblings now and then fight later, I can do that, I reassured myself and then went downstairs, ready to face my angry baby sister.