Rewritten scars

Chapter 3

I swayed unsteadily on my heels as I tried open the front door. Why did I even wear heels today, "because you went to a bar silly" the little voice in my head answered me and I berated her sharply. "Shut up, you put us in this mess in the first place". I was still fumbling with the door when it opened and I came face to face with a familiar face.

"Mother!! You're here", I promise you I am able to talk to her like that right now because of the alcohol swirling through my blood and I don't care. "Have you been drinking?". She asked looking at me like I have grown two heads. "Hmm, hmm", I nodded pushing her to the side a bit so I can enter the house. "You know drinking is an unladylike behavior and it can land you in trouble". The both of us said at the same time and I looked at her, "I have listened to your sermon all my life can you spare me today I need to sleep and wake up so I can battle my hangover"

She looked at me incredulously and I climbed the stairs slowly so I won't trip and wake up with a broken nose.

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My head is banging, "Advil", that's the first thing that come to my mind. "Why is the sun so bright?" Is the next thing that come to my mind after I sat up on my bed using my hand to shield the sun. I have a throbbing headache and my memory is fuzzy. I didn't even try to remember anything. I threw the covers from my body and I walked to my bathroom still cald in my outfit from yesterday. I took a quick shower and headed towards the kitchen. I need to make something for myself so I can use a drug for my headache. I held my head in my hand and entered the kitchen I met the housekeeper, she is a small woman who looks like she's over forty. White skin, and her brown hair in a tight ponytail. "Morning Harriet",

"Morning Mrs Russell" I answered with a smile that I am sure looks like a grimace.

"There is a soup for you in the container it is for your hangover", she pointed to a container sitting on the counter.

I sat on the kitchen stool and gobbled up the slurpy and tasteless soup. She handed me a a pill afterwards and used it with water immediately. After Williams, the only person that is a friend to me is Mrs Russell, in the whole of London. "Your mother was worried about you" she said softly. "Nah, I am sure she's worried if people saw her daughter drunk and walking down the street like a drunkard ". Her eyes dropped slightly and I held her hand. "No I am ok, I don't need you to do anything for me, I am happy and I can take care of myself ".

She laughed lightly and the sparkle in her eyes came back before she shooed me out if the kitchen. I sat in the dining area trying to wait out the ache in my head, it has reduced to a dull throb. My mind drifted off to my life back in Nigeria. I haven't used 24hrs here in London and I miss that place. Within ten minutes my mind skimmed through when I was a fresher at my university up until when I graduated tro weeks ago.

I came to the UK without a plan, I knew mother has something planned, I'll just do the opposite of what she says I should do. The front door opens and different voices filter through and I recognize my mother's voice, it is possible she had a business meeting here. Their voices grow closer until I am sure they are in the living room. I didn't make a move to stand up, none of them can see me from the living room unless they come to the dining area, this spot is my favorite because it is like hidden away from the rest of the area. They kept talking about business and I just drown deeper in their voice until I couldn't hear anything. After an hour or two I opened my eyes, it was like I was in half sleep half trance. I met my mother there eating her food like an aristocrat that she is. I am sure I have never seen this woman a different state than the prrim and proper one she's in right now, even though we look like each other, at this moment, I m the stark opposite of her. She is in a black three piece suit and her hair drawn up in a perfect ponytail, her jewelry top notch and her make up light, while I am in a roundneck top that is twice my size and my hair is in a messy bun, no make up no jewelry save for the tiny earrings on me, I don't remove my earrings from that spot, everytime I need to change it , I buy a new one and Change it immediately.

"Harriet". I jumped when I heard her voice, I was carried away. " Yes, mother."

"I said you will start your residency at an hospital my friend own, you start on Monday" "Business administration" I muttered. Wait what?. "You said what? She asked looking up from her food. "I will study business administration". I promise you I don't know what I am doing. I stood up and fled the scene. My thoughts were jumbled up and I don't know what to do. I entered my room trying to sort out my thoughts when I saw a hideous red dress on my bed. I rushed back to the dining area with the dress "What the fuck, mother!" . "Harriet there is a gala tonight and you're attending ". All the problems in my life just became compounded. I hated these parties. She knows it. I promise she'll regret she invited me to this gala or whatever.