Novels by Gracie~writes

It had been more than a week since I started living with Amsey.He stayed in a mini flat and so, there was only one bedroom in the apartment. He used a curtain to divide the bedroom in half and took one part after he got a mattress.Amsey was a really nice guy and gave me whatever he felt I needed but he was over protective. I hadn't even stepped out of the house since I moved in.I was bored and tired of staying indoors. It only brought me thinking of what had happened in the past. I needed to see the world outside. Maybe I'd feel relieved knowing more people and interacting with people.Amsey left home in the morning and came home in the evening. I'd just sit doing nothing and then I'd start thinking of the sad events that had happened.Maybe I needed some sort of distraction. I could get a job that'll keep me busy always and then, I wouldn't think of the bad things that had happened

[Amsey's POV]I turned on the TV in the living room and who I saw made me almost lose it.There he was; with his perfect wife and perfect kids very happy and pleased with himself, I guess.I hated the sight of him, I hated the very sight of him.He was a monster and had no humane feelings.He acted like a good man and a different kind of politician who was supposedly upright and just. He was a typical philanthropist and a man of the people to most people in Lagos State but I knew who he was behind that charade.He was a pathetic loser and couldn't even own up to his mistakes.He was my Father.... Folorunsho Holland Ibitoye!!He was the CEO of a large cement factory with many branches all over Africa, a real estate manager, a politician and a member of the House of Representatives in Lagos State.He was really wealthy and owned houses,

He drew the chair to face me who was sitting on the bed.I drew a deep breath and made quick guesses. I told him everything about myself, all the sufferings I had passed through... practically everything but I left out me sleeping with John and Mr Grumpy and about Reverend Lawrence raping me.It was too sensitive a topic and way too personal for me to just disclose it to someone I barely knew like that. I simply said I couldn't get any money to treat my mother and that's why she died.He listened to me with rapt attention and had a sympathetic look on his face.I explained how I never knew my dad nor any of my relatives. I also told him how my mum had been bedridden and I had to become the family's b

Morning sunlight rays illuminated through my eyes.My eyelashes fluttered and I slowly opened up my eyes.I yawned, stretched my arms and sat up. I had a slight headache but I felt really good, better than I had felt in days.I looked around me.I couldn't fathom where I was exactly. Everything was unfamiliar.The bed was covered in cream and blue coloured bedsheets and it was so soft and comfy.I was wrapped in a blue coloured blanket and although the room wasn't a big luxurious one, it was really decorated beautifully but in a boyish style.The curtains were sky blue. The walls were painted in cream and blue with lovely patterns and the floors were covered in cream tiles. The room was simple and neat.By the left hand side of the bed was a blue coloured table and chair and there was a standing fan by the right hand side. There was a w

"Hey! Hey!!" I yelled.I ran as quickly as my legs could carry me. He ran faster than myself of course. He was obviously a pro in the theft business.I came to a junction and I couldn't see him in sight anymore.Which direction had he followed? He had disappeared like a ghost.Oh my goodness! What do I do now? I wondered.Men!In the past two days, men had proven to be utterly useless and disgusting.Why was I even surprised?Wasn't it a man who had impregnated my mother and left her all alone?Men...Men will embarrass you!I had thought I'd be able to get a place to lay my head with part of the money and the idiot had just ruined my plans. What do I do now?I'm so stressed out. I'm tired of all these honestly.A chilly wind blew.I shuddered.I loo

I ran as fast as my legs could carry me. How they had gotten aware of my whereabouts was what I didn't understand.I couldn't let them catch up with me, I'd be thrown in jail."There she is. Don't let her get away. Catch her, catch her! She must be made to pay for the damages. How can she burn up our entire property and our children almost died. Don't let her get away!!" They yelled.There were about 4-7 people chasing me.I saw a narrow road and took that route leaving them to follow the other direction.When their footsteps had quieted down, I relaxed and sat on the floor gasping for air. I felt my lungs will be ripped apart, I'd never run so hurriedly in my entire life. My heart was beating fast and I had this throbbing headache, I stank of sweat. I needed to drink water and have a cold bath. I was also very hungry but the thought of food made me shiver.It

I stood in front of the hospital with tears in my eyes. I didn't know where to go nor who to ask for help. It was just my mum and I, it had always been just the two of us... No friend, no relatives.My mum had me at a very young age out of wedlock and had told me my father abandoned us, he didn't even stay long enough with her to see me as a baby.My mother left home out of shame because she kept on receiving insults from her relatives and neighbours based on she getting pregnant without a husband. My mother left Ogun State and came to Jos where she wasn't known to avoid further embarrassment from her neighbours and relatives and hustled on her own to make sure we were fine. Whenever I asked about any relative, she told me they were not important and that we only needed each other. She said I completed her and she completed me; we were enough for each other... That's all that mattered. And after she'd said that, I'd smile and hug her.

The news was so heartbreaking.My mother had been rushed to the hospital after falling down the stairs in the house where she worked as a cleaner.She had worked as a cleaner in the same house ever since I was very little and she had walked on the same stairs almost everyday so what really made today different?I was with my boyfriend, John, we were lying on the bed and cuddling when a call came in through my small Nokia phone.I had wondered who was calling. The only people who ever called me were my mother and John. Sometimes, my boss called me on the phone, but that was rare, very rare; akin to once in a blue moon.I picked up my phone and glanced at the screen to see who could actually be calling me when I was busy with something important. Yeah, John and I cuddling was very important because he was working and I was too. This was the only day I had off and coincidentally, this was his only day