Chapter 19 Demonic Girl

I never dreamed about success, I worked for it." – Estee Lauder

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"I'll call you" he said, smiling triumphantly. But one could still see sadness visible on his face.

"Please, don't." I replied.

"I'll still call. But it hurts that I won't have any excuse to see you again." He smirked.

"Shouldn't you be glad that you won't have to waste your money, instead?"

"Who said anything about wasting? I waste trying to achieve a goal and I did." He waved his phone at me.

"And you're confident I gave you the correct number?" I smirked.

"That's easy, I'll just come back here tomorrow" he shrugged and started walking away.

"Hey, you're forgetting something" I said, waving the small box at him.

He shook his head, "Keep it"

"I don't need it"

"I disagree, I think it'll look good on you" he said and started to power the machine.

"Thank you!" I shouted, but it was useless. The noise of the Power bike drowned my voice. "You're welcome "I told myself as I watched him drive off.

As I shut the door, I couldn't help but wonder why Obinna was looking sad. I was beginning to think I had issues with minding my business. The box actually contained a beautiful red pendant. It looked movie-like, like very expensive. At first I didn't want to try it on but after minutes of fighting the urge, I tried it on and it looked perfect on me. I returned it back into the box, kept it safe in my wardrobe nd went on the kitchen to complete Rotimi's mess.

We didn't have light that evening and I wasn't in the mood to blog or chat so I just listened to music on my phone instead. I'm the type of person that listens to music and automatically create a music video or wild imaginations in my head. So as I listened to Soaring by Bazzi, I tried to play fantasize about myself and a boy. But the faces of March and Obinna kept popping in. Thinking about March made me wonder why Aisha thought I could help her with him. I suddenly felt the urge to chat with March so I logged in on Facebook and unfortunately, he wasn't online, but he'd left a message for me. I tapped on it.

(M) Hey, you left before I could say goodbye.

(M) You deprived me of your amazing smile now I'll have to spend the remaining hours of the day sadL

(M) Did you hear about that dudes death? I'm totally worried right now. Why did it have to happen on the day we resumed?

(M) Can you come online?

March's third message made me feel some kind of way, I knew that it would be ridiculous to think the new transfer students arrival caused the death of Jax, but what if other people saw it from that angle?

(R) Hi, March, I'm online now and I think it's absurd that you would even think that your arrival caused his death. Jackson wasn't exactly the boy of the year, and he probably died because of his nasty behavior, although I do not think killing him was the best option and I'm sorry for leaving the school without reporting to you, daddy.

Why did I have use the word ''daddy'', it sounded ............weird. I left his thread and tapped on went to my Facebook home page. There was more post about Jax and I wondered how many of them were going to receive the creepy text from the anonymous killer. I was commenting on a picture of an old lost and forgotten friend when I heard mum come in.

"You didn't lock the door with key, the world is dangerous now, Remi, you can't go about being careless with your security" Mum said as she dragged herself lazily into the house.

"Welcome,ma" I said.

"There's no light?" she asked.

'Obviously' I thought.

"Yes, ma" I answered.

"We still have petrol in the generator?"

"I think so"

"So why didn't you put the gen on?"

"Thought they were going to bring light sooner or later" by, they, I meant the power holding company.

"Go and on the generator for me my friend." She commanded.

As I stepped out of the house and started to move to the garage, the light came on and the primitive people in my street screamed, "UP NEPA!!" I rolled my eye as I walked back into the house.

"And you said it o" mum said, smiling as I locked the door.

We prepared dinner together and she decided to lighten up the mood of the kitchen by boring me with unnecessary details about her boutique and how her day went. I had no option but to nod and give remarks where necessary. As usual, Rotimi dragged himself into the house and mum stopped killing me with boredom and killed Rotimi with advice about the harms of walking around in the night instead.

We barely did night devotions, but whenever the spirit descended on my mum, she took it seriously, in fact, too seriously. we started the devotions from 8:15 and ended it 10:45 sharp. By the time we were done, Rotimi was already snoring. Mum made jest of how he snored and I had to pretend it was terribly funny as I laughed all the way to my room. One thing about Nigerian teenagers is that we adore, respect and love our parents, but we hate their attempts at joking, it's a disaster! A catastrophe a.........just name any morose word, it'll do.

As I got to my room, I checked my Instagram feed and there wasn't much going on. My whatsapp was having network issues with loading so I clicked on Facebook. I already had messages waiting for me at the Yoruba Girls group chat.

(T) Remi, is this recording true?

There was file under the message.

(L) Its obviously true but I don't see anything wrong with what she said.

(T) Its not what she said, its how aisha got it. Im confused.

I downloaded the file and listened to my whole conversation with Aisha about March. It was glaring that shed altered the recording. She made me sound crude and insensitive.

(R) Where did you guys get this?

(L) Aisha posted it in the school page and sent it to virtually everyone on her whatsapp contact even her Facebook.

(T) How did she get your voice on recording?

I told them everything.

(R) She edited the recording. I didn't sound that insensitive.

(L) YOU THINK WE DON'T KNOW THAT AISHA IS A DEMONIC GIRL?"

(T) What are you going to do about it?

(R) Nothing, absolutely nothing.