Rewritten scars

Chapter 1

You don't get to talk to me like that "!!!, I screamed at the douchebag standing before me, not believing I loved Someone

like that, Quick background story. Harrison Harriet, 22 years old female, In the middle of a break up with Daniel, 25 years old male and a Dickhead. I don't know if he used some kind of Voodo magic on me but I promise you I was blind up until this moment. I looked at him from head down to his toes and I couldn't believe my eyes. This guy is not even a six out of ten. maybe a four based on his looks -but I am not that shallow- then Combine with a Shitty personality. I took a deep breath and moved closer to him in a low voice I said, "you don't get to demand respect and disrespect me at the same time,get out of my house" pointing at the door, he looked at me

bewildered like I was a different person his lower lip twitched and I already knew what was coming without him doing anything.

"I dare you Daniel raise that hand and see if you won't spend the rest of your life in jail, I'll make sure of it"

He huffed and muttered something under his breath and walked towards the open door of my apartment. He

Stopped, looked back, and said to me "You'll regret this "

then he left slamming the door behind him I flinched, the adrenaline wearing off and everything Crashing down on me at the Same time.

I am not gonna cry over this one, he isn't worth it. I dressed up and left the house, Jogging through the street, the estate is very quiet and devoid of people mostly be cause everyone

keep to themselves and partly because it is evening and everybody is in their house. I jogged for several hours before finding myself at my front door. My body was on autopilot throughout the time. I opened the door and met her there.

My already tense body turned into a rock. I felt like

a robot functioning mechanically. "Hi. mother". She is in an all white suit pant with her hair packed in a high ponytail. Jeweleries top notch, you'd think she is going for fashion show.

I went to the kitchen area and pour water into a glass cup and set it before her. "To what do I owe the pleasure"

"Graduation is in a week". She said in that Controlled tone, one uses when one talks to strangers, -not like she is very friendly with me. "Yes, it is". I plopped down on the chair in an "unladylike manner", mother's words not mine. And to my credit she lifts he brows and look at me with disdain. "Immediately you receive the award for overall best student of the year you're leaving this country". I looked at her stunned but not reacting. If I react, she'll be happy she was able to surprise me.

I had been expecting this day all my life but it came a the least expected moment. My mum

Isn't Nigerian, She is a british woman. I don't know how either of them did it but my Nigerian dad and british mum came together and gave birth to me, She left when I was six , dad died when I turned 10, she had to come back for me and I persuaded her for me to stay until I get my B.Sc Certificate in Nursing. And that Certificate is in a week's time. "I Sure am", I said looking at her. "Another seven days"

She Scrunched her brows "Three days", "Six days, I negotiated, again, " Four days", She said and I knew better than to push it. I nodded, and she stood up, looking around the apartment and saw herself to the door. I sat there not feeling like doing anything. My relationship with my mother is so strained. When she came back to get me, things we're not the same any more, She was distant and awkward, I tried for two years to get her to look at me the way she did before but she didn't and I stopped trying . So instead of being docile like she wants me to be, I become the opposite, when she says wear a skirt,I wear trousers, a long dress, I wear something skimpy, lose 5kg, I gain 5kg, eat less, I eat more, walk in a ladylike manner,

I walk however I want. So that is how it has been for more than twelve years. She wanted me to study Business Administration but I studied Nursing instead.

So, I broke up with an asshole today and got the news that I am moving in eleven days, I jogged for over two hours and my body is achy and sweaty.