My nerd

5. Megan's past

Megan's POV

This is not your personality Megan stop smiling to yourself. The events in the past few days kept playing in my head. I was driving home after the meeting with Jason's grandma. I can't stop smiling.

'Enough Megan, you are a bad girl, smiling is not your thing', I whisper to myself.

Somehow I managed to stop smiling as I arrive at my house.

The house was a duplex with lawns and a garden at the back. All thanks to my dad who is a rich businessman.

I walked towards the garden as I always do to talk to my mom in her grave. My mom loves the garden very much and so she was buried there.

"Hey Mom. I paused as I knelt down in front of her grave. I just came from school mom. I know I came a little late but I went to that boy's house. That nerd I told you about that is tutoring me for a month in biology. I told you I will improve in my studies. His grandma is very nice and friendly and.........

"Hey pumpkin" my dad called out from in the doorway.

I wipe the tears that are already forming on my eyes and a tint of anger was spreading through out my body. I pick my bag and headed to the doorway. My dad was standing in the doorway with a plate of pizza.

"How many times have I f*****g told you not to call me pumpkin?" I said anger showing in all my features. Instead he smiled making my anger flare even more.

"Come and have some pizza darling?" he said turning to go inside.

"My name is Megan and I don't want your stupid pizza and leave me alone" I yelled at him as I made my way to my room.

"Come on Megan, your mom won't like seeing you rejecting food" he said walking towards me.

I stopped walking, he has just stroked a nerve. How dare he. I turned to face him with my head steaming with anger.

"Don't you dare call my mom because you are the cause of everything. You are the f*****g cause. Because of you my mom is lying in that grave, because of you, only you" I said yelling. Now tears were welling up in my eyes and my voice croaky but my anger was not demeaning in any way.

"Listen me...........", My dad voice trail off because I had already walked away. I don't want to hear any f*****g explanation from him. He was the reason for my mom's death.

I entered my room and closed the door behind me. I rested my back to the door and dragged my body down till I was sitting on the floor.

I bust out crying, that man has managed to spoil my rare happy mood.

"He did this" I yelled to no one in particular.

My mom was so kind and sweet, how can he do this to her.

My mom, Kate was the best mother in the world. Kind, loving,sweet and always cheerful. We lived together with my dad and my brother Vincent, who is now in college. Everything was going fine until five years ago. I was thirteen years old then. My mum happen to find out of my dad excapades with other women. I swear she loved my father so much.

***flash back

"George was the meaning of this?,after so many years of leaving together. You had the audacity to have affairs with other women, how could you?". My mum's soft and calm voice was croaky which indicated she was crying.

I just came back from school and was heading inside the house when I heard her, Vincent was still in school because he had soccer practice. I stopped by the door to listen to the conversation.

"Kate will you stop crying, there's nothing new in that" my dad said with a i-dont-care voice which made me clenched my fist in anger.

My mom was crying her eyes out because of his foolishness and he was there not feeling a pinch of remorse.

All the love I had for my dad began dwindling and was being replaced with hatred. How could he?.

I heard some noise as my mum stood up. She grabbed him by the collar.

"George why? Why are you doing this to me? I love you, please don't do this to me, please George we have children...." My mum said choking with tears.

"Come on woman, get a grip of yourself", my dad yelled at her and slapped her.

I heard a loud thud, apparently my mum has fallen to the floor.

Immediately I walked to the sitting room but bumped into him, that foolish man who caused my mum so much pain.

I looked at him in the eyes searching for any trace of remorse but there was none. My anger rose up and I said with everything I had "I HATE YOU".

My dad walked out on me, on my mother.

Oh, my poor mother. I ran to the sitting room but she wasn't there, I ran to the kitchen, she wasn't there, I ran to her room but it was locked. I could things crashing and her uncontrollable sobbing.

"Mom please open the door, mom please", I knocked as tears went down my cheeks.

My mom don't deserve any of this. None of it.

After knocking for 10 mins, my knuckles were already sore. Tears kept flowing continuously.

"Meg what happened".my brother said as he walked up me. I ran and hugged him tightly, tears streaming.

"Vin mom....mom......mom". I stammered as I was choked with tears. I don't know how to explain, everything happened so quickly.

"Meg Meg what happened to mom, tell me Megan what happened to mom" Vincent said hugging me tighter and slowly walking towards her door. I could sense panick in his voice.

I explained what happened from the time I came back from school to now admist tears. Tears were already flowing from Vincent's face. Of course it would, we both loved her very much, so very freaking much. Vincent muttered profanities against my dad as he walked to the door.

"Mum open the door, mum please open the door". Vin knocked loudly but his voice croaky.

We continued knocking for another 10 minutes but she did not open. Just sounds of things breaking and her sobbing.

We stopped knocking but were still begging her to open. We both sat close to the door, cuddling, begging and crying uncontrollably.

After 3 minutes, the noise stopped. No crashing sounds, no sobbing noises, everything stopped.

I looked at Vincent, we both sensed trouble and stood up immediately.

"Mom mom open the door". I called out as loud as I can, my throat was only sore from crying and begging.

"Mom please open up". Vincent said as tears were still streaming down.

We both knocked louder now with all the strength we could muster.

We were knocking for 5 minutes but the room was still quiet.

"I will go get help from the neighbours", Vin said as he ran out.

I continue knocking and pleading. The neighbours came Soon running towards the door.

It was Mr Martin with his wife Jane. They were friends with our family.

Mr Martin was able to break the door and we found mom lying on the floor unconscious. I gasped when I saw her, her body was oozing blood from where she cut herself. Pieces of everything was scattered on the floor.

"Holy s**t", Vincent shrieked as he bent over to my mom.

My vision was becoming blurry. This was too much to take in. Just too much. I felt myself falling and darkness was enveloping me. Before my eyes shut, I heard Vincent calling my name with panic.

***

I woke up later and Vincent told me that mom's brain was damaged because of shock and her whole body was paralyzed and she also lost her speech. She was confined to a wheelchair and she will be treated by a therapist. I had a glint of hope but it was crushed when after five days, she stopped breathing and died.

My heart was broken into pieces. My mum, my wonderful mom died because of that foolish father.

Fortunately we told Jane and her husband everything that happened before she died and she told my mum's family about it. A lawyer was consulted and since that 'monster' didn't kill her by himself, he wasn't arrested, but somehow the property was shared between him, me and Vincent and also he was to take care of us, his 'children" and he will be arrested for any sort of violence towards us.

I vowed that no one will step on me, instead I will step on them. My heart is open towards my mum and Vincent but not to any other body. I will intimidate people but no one will intimidate me. I searched for something that will fit my rules and I found one. I was going to be a bad girl.

***present

Now am eighteen and Vincent started college last year, the wounds are still fresh and anytime I think about it , I still cry.

My eyes began to drop. I dragged myself up to the bed and finally fell asleep.

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How is Megan's POV and life story?

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Schools are opening here in Nigeria after so many months of staying at home. So I have a lot of reading to do, it's even worse that everything is compressed together in a bid to catch up for wasted months. My exams is just a month away and I have 9 courses to read for. So this will slow down my writing pace a bit, but I am going to try update as many times as I can because I have to meet up the word count that this book needs for the contest before deadline.

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