Chapter 54: Chapter 54

Frank's POV (cont.d)

"I know, but it's been years dude."  He scoffed, "Don't you think it's time we give her hints, like the way Harmo---" Ifeanyi stopped short as he realized what he had just said.

"The way Harmony what? So it was a plan!" I exclaimed in panic.

"Kind of," He spoke. "We knew you wouldn't be too keen on it, so we somehow decided it."

"We, as in." I glared.

"As in, Tony, Blake, Dora." He announced, listing them off his fingers.

"Wait, Blake agreed to this? Oh shit." I groaned. "Does Elvis know?"

"Nope, only the three of us," He answered.

"How could Blake agree, Elvis is his close friend and Ana is Elvis's sister, fuc--" I rambled, but he cut me off.

"Your sister is in on it too," He added.

"Fahvour?" I disputed, alarm imprinted on my face.

"This is so risky, I was sent away for Christ's sake, oh no---" I muttered, instead he cut me off, again.

"As I said, it's been years, her check-ups had been coming out fine for about two years now.  That was why I gave you the idea to come back," He said with a shrug like it was no big deal.

This warranted me to grab his shoulders and shake him hysterically as I interrogated. "You knew all this for about two years and didn't care to let me know?"

"See? This is exactly the reason I didn't want to tell you, you are freaking out!" He yelled and slapped my palms off his shoulder.

"Me and my big mouth," He murmured lowly.

"So you mean it's safe to tell her," I voiced out, a little shocked and happy at the same time.

"Yes." He smiled as he noticed my excitement build. "But we have to take it slow, the plan is almost complete."

"Plan?" I polled, perplexed.

"Shh." He shushed me. "Don't stress your brain, everything will fall in place."

I gave him a cautious look in response and shut up.

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Joanna's Pov

"Eeellvviiss!" I screamed, stomping to his room, picture frame in hand.

"What's with you all screaming my name." He grumbled as I walked in on him sitting on his bed. "First Dad, now you? In case y'all don't know, I can hear clearly, thanks for asking."

"I don't need that attitude right now." I growled, and shoved the picture in his view "What's this?"

"What's what?" He tested, eyes on his phone. "Leave me the hell alone, let me do the work dad ordered me--, oh shit!"

"Yeah, oh shit alright. What's that Elvis?" I implored with a glare.

"Umm, umm--" He stuttered.

"I said, what's that Elvis!" I shouted and knocked down a flower vase that was beside his bed

"Calm down sis, calm down." He voiced out nervously as he stood up.

"Don't you fvcking tell me to calm down!" I blasted and took a step backward.

"Sis, sis, it's me, just breath--" He spoke and tried coming closer.

"I can breathe fine! Explain it all right now or I swear I will tear this house down!" I shrieked.

"What is the matter, we heard screams," Dad spoke, breathing heavily, mom behind him.

"Thank GOD!" I heard Elvis exhale in relief, as I stood there with a thunderous expression.

"Sweetie, honey, what's wrong?" Mom invited in a sweet voice as she walked over to where I stood.

"Hold it there." I sniffed, surprised to notice that I was crying. "Don't come a step closer."

"Elvis, what did you do to get your sist--" She rambled, but stopped, as her eyes landed on the picture frame Dad and Elvis were holding and muttered a "fuck!"

"You all knew?" I squeaked in query too dumbfounded when I acknowledged they all hid this from me.

"Dad, Mom." I gasped, but I was met with silence. "Answer me!"

"Sweetheart," Mom called sadly and instantly yanked me in for a hug afterward.

"Mom." I sobbed in her shoulder "Why?"

"It's a long story sweetie," Dad said and ambled to me slowly as if I was gonna hit him.

"Am sorry sis, the doctor told us not to," Elvis apologized, while he soothingly patted my back.

"Stop crying baby," Mom whispered in my ear, her voice shaky. "Let's go downstairs and talk about this over ice cream."

"I love the sound of that," Elvis answered.

"No ice cream for you," Mom told, a stern look in his direction. "It's only for the victim."

"But I'm a victim too!" He whined. "She broke my beautiful flower vase!"

"Your vase is the victim, not you idiot." Dad laughed and snatched my hand after Mom released me from her embrace. "Let's go hunnie."

When we reached downstairs,  Dad sat me down like a baby as Mom went to get the ice cream.

"Ice cream's here," Mom declared in a sing-song voice and positioned a tub of ice cream on my lap. Taking a spot on the right armrest of the sofa, Elvis sat on my other side and Dad, on the table opposite me.

"Mmhmm." Elvis cleared his throat. "Dad start."

"Why do I have to start, your Mom should start." Dad defended, his voice unsteady with nervousness.

"Me?" Mom scoffed. "I wanted to tell her a long time ago, but you bozos were so scared."

"How come she's emotionally stronger than us?" Elvis raised a question, stunned that Mom wasn't a tiny bit apprehensive.

"She's you mother why won't she be." Dad shuddered.

"You two, please stop arguing and man up." Mom scolded, while I sat there and watched them all bicker with a small smile on my face hence I felt better already.

"Okay, showtime." Dad sighed.

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