SOUL TANGLE

ABOUT SIX

give you, Ayana, if you only tell me that that moron you were shamelessly fooling around with is on the way

leave this house, and he wouldn't have to look

ge. He won't take responsibility either.” I hiccu

scorching heat of his breathing on the side of my fa

head is a whirlwind of emotions. The shame I am feeling right now is

n and repute mean to us all. But how was I supposed to know that I loved a heartless, shameless, dickhead who

but you didn't listen. See now what you have done to us. How will

e mocking voice o

listen. How was I supposed to go against the desires of my heart? I was in l

my mother. She has not uttered a word since I broke the news to them minutes ago. Only God knows what

rom the embarrassment of being the talk of the nation, Ayana. We cann

! Wait a

ather speaki

rage and loathing. His countenance depicts seriousness. The words did not just

there is nothing to change about this whole'mess' as he called it. But through this mess, they are expecti

ast

d, the great heir or heiress of their e

e I lose it all!” He speaks again before I can finish ana

ss in me to exude my willingness to take resp

hild alone, father

cold chill cuts through my bones, almost paraly

cing me this way, I am still your father, Ayana. And for the sole reason that my blood runs through you, I will swallow this bitter pill a

ent. Everything in the surroundings falls silent, and

appear in any of the family’s activities or be seen out of this compound. Your face and

st brok

me I did not hear

him, to try and see whether he is joking or not. But the opaque curtains of tears in my eyes are impairing my vis

o this to me. I messed up, yes, but th

but please, you cannot do this to me.” I plead, scouring away th

hat my words did not mean anything to him. He has made up his min

is crystal clear that she has righted my father’s unjust judgment. I look at my sister, but she gives m

can hel

r his hand to plead with him. But he grips my han

ng me!” I cry out,

licted on me and this family, Ayana. I am so ashamed to even

, right? He still has a soft spot in his hea

ot fair!” I howl, and it seems like luck is

hat he still has some symp

d expectations, but his are an assortment of something I cannot

llow

s, proving m

our own free will. If you cannot take what I am offering, then by all means, the door is wide o

d my mother and sister follow behind him, leaving me to make my own decision: to either lea

-END OF FLASH