All Chapters of Lola's Story: Chapter 11 - Chapter 16

 The house was bustling with activity that Thursday morning, I was trying to not be languid in any activity I engaged myself as I hardly had any sleep the previous night.  "Aunty Lola, grandma said you should come and keep some fried meat for grandpa" Tobi said to me eagerly, he was obviously excited about the errand as he would have a taste of the delicacy. "Oh" I groaned inwardly,  Where do they want me to put it now?  It was like my nephew had read my thoughts "She said you should put inside this cooler" Ayo jumped out of nowhere startling me "And put it in their bedroom" Arinola completed It's like you people practiced this thing I frowned at the thought of climbing the stairs over and over again. I was exasperated already "Thank you for dropping the message, run along now"

 It was dark already and the ride home was silent. I was nervous to go in my parents vehicle so I rode with Grey and Igho. Tana had gone with her parents, they didn't want her in the middle any family drama. They obviously understood my family issues.She left with them after speaking to me with soothing words "Las las we go dey alright" She said reassuring me I almost chuckled at the thought but I was too tired to do that. The ride home was filled with uncomfortable silence, it sent cold chills down my spine We arrived sooner than I had expected, and I gulped as I stepped out of the vehicle. I had removed my shoes earlier and put on a pair of fancy slippers that were more comfortable.  My parents had arrived much earlier than we had and I walked into the living room after Grey and Igho.  My father was speaking  to someone over the phone which was most probably a well wishe

    I woke up feeling refreshed by the next day. Being open minded and positive about how my day was going to be, I stepped into the shower, humming to different tunes as the water pelted my skin. The refreshing feeling made me not want to step out of thereKukuma sleep there ode...  A laugh eluded my lips as the thought slipped out of my subconscious self. I picked out a pink chiffon top with a pair of blue jeans and put them on shortly afterwards. I had barely touched my phone, so I swiftly ransacked my bag surreptitiously hoping that my dad had called or texted begging me to come home but I knew better than to expect that. He was a hard hearted man after all. No calls from mum or any of my siblings. Thinking of siblings, I hadn't heard from my newly married sister, she was probably too occupied in her honeymoon to give me a call and I didn't want to bother her with my issues.  I walked