Repeating Mares (IZRA SERIES) BOOK 1

Izra Gone sour

I barely paid attention to what was being taught all day. l could only think of the cake I would bake later, I outlined the steps from start to finish and I can already perceive the heavenly smell wafting through the oven. mmmmh I sighed softly as I cast a glance at the clock on the teacher's table. Almost there.

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The sound of the chair clanking on the floor was the only thing heard as I stood up abruptly glaring daggers at mum. what did you just say? Oohh come on, you've got to be kidding me, I whispered, still trying to understand if my ears were playing tricks on me. I knew it, I just knew it. Things wouldn't just go perfectly with me without something going wrong, it's just not possible. I already felt it in the morning, I had this feeling gnawing inside me but I just brushed it off. My voice was very loud now as it kept increasing with each words I uttered. "please listen to me", she said trying to reach for me. I snatch my hand away from her, while shaking my  head violently. No mum I'm not going anywhere, I'm certainly not. You just can't do this to me, why do you think it's okay for you to make choices for me without my consent , I yelled. Or have you forgotten I'm 2 months away from my exams, if I leave now I might have to repeat.  

The meaning of what I said dawned on me and caused me to retreat from my mum using my back, when I was sure I was out of her reach I turned around and bolted off to my room making sure I locked my door as fresh tears streamed down my cheeks. I crashed to the floor as there was no strength left in me, letting my pains consume me. I have always been obedient to my parents and even my overwhelming sisters but I couldn't help the feeling of fear that took over me when she said those words.  I know who she was talking about, a national figure. "How did she even come in contact with him"? I wondered. I know many people would say I am lucky but right now I don't feel that way, rather I feel betrayed.

A sudden idea fills me with strength  as I got off the floor, "there's no way I'm letting them do this to me" I murmured picking up my black hoodie that was hanging off the side of the bed, grabbed some money from my savings. I took a few clothes and things I think I might need and stuffed them into my backpack. I climbed the bed, slowly opened the latch on the window and gradually dropped my backpack to ground. Now I am actually thankful we're living in a bungalow. I climbed out and crouched down so as not to be seen. Since I locked my door no one would be able to come in. By the time they realise I am gone it would be too late.

I have to be fast so  I can get to Melie's house on time before she leaves,  because she   works night shifts at a restaurant and bar so she usually leaves around 8 and this is almost 6,   I believe she will be around right now, she doesn't know I am coming so it might be a problem if she leaves before I arrive. I have to walk for 5 minutes to get to the bus stop,  waited a few more minutes before a taxi came along. I am very lucky because this is the rush hour, there's always lots of taxies around. I got in  and gave him the address.  I soon  became on guard when I saw how the driver kept glancing at  me. I was about asking him what was the problem when I caught a glimpse of myself on the mirror, even I was shocked! My hair was all over the place, my eyes were red and swollen, drying tear streaks on my cheeks, infact I looked miserable and that's exactly how I was feeling right now.  

I smiled at him, brought out my hairbrush and brushed my hair as I could then put it up in a neat bun, then  used wet wipes to clean my face and after a little while I applied powder. I looked up and he nodded in approval, he was obviously watching me. He then smiled and said, "you know, tears should never be seen on the face of such a beauty and whatever it is that you are going through  just know it'll pass". I nodded as  I tried looking out of the window for the first time since entering the car. We drove in silence for the remainder of the time each lost in their thoughts. I have never visited Melie before, despite her inviting me over several times. So I didn't know what to expect causing many questions to swirle in my mind. Has she changed ? Would she be happy to see me? And most importantly would she be able to help me out of this? I was brought out of my thoughts as the driver announced we're here.

The place was easier to locate than I imagined, I actually saw the house before I saw the post welcoming people to the Williamson's property. I walked slowly taking in this beauty that stood proudly along the lane the white roof and bluish grey walls gives out this welcoming aura that draws you in. The air  smelt of freshly cut grass. Well this place sure does looky homely I thought as I worked closer to the few steps that lead into the property and I was mesmerized when I came across colourful pots of flower set along the front porch they looked like they would bloom any time  and I couldn't wait, the whole place would be smelling like a perfume shop my morning. I stood there a while admiring the other houses that stood across the place each and everyone of them were unique, they were neither too big nor too small. I believe the people that own the properties here all loved simplicity. The whole place was clean and the serenity further added to it's appeal and I can understand why my sister chose to live here.