Chapter 8: Chapter 8

Joanna's POV

I was laid on the love of my life which was my bed, I heard voices coming from downstairs.

'Please stop, please, please stop', I internally begged and aimed to cover my ears the best I could and sleep in but against my wish, the sounds increased.

If you were wondering why I was still sleeping, the answer is was a Saturday.

"Oh yeah, oh yeah," I silently sang while I did a little happy dance since the noise couldn't let me continue my sleep.

"Mom!" I heard Elvis whine from downstairs. Note: He was an internal three-year-old trust me.

Groaning, I looked at the time on my wall clock and noticed it was just 12:15 pm. Don't look at me that way, I needed my beauty sleep, which I sadly couldn't always get because of freaking school.

I grunted this time as sleep was now a lost cause and rose from my bed while I promised to come back by kissing it. I know that was weird.

I moaned loudly and muttered profanities under my breath. With half-closed lids, I began searching for the culprit, who destroyed the remaining shred of sleep I had left.

"ELVIS!" I yelled out as audible as I could. I was a sort of a morning person but to be woken up on a Saturday morning for no reason was unforgivable in my book.

"Elvis!" I thundered when I could hear their voices as I was descending the steps.

"Oh no," I heard him screech.

"Is that?" Mom questioned.

"Yeah mom it's me," I replied, the instant I spotted her. "Please tell Elvis to prepare his apology speech before I reach him."

"Mom, If you love me please tell me where to hide," Elvis whispered, in a low tone, as he appeared from behind the kitchen door.

"There is no place I would hide you which she won't find you," Mum responded.

"You all know I can hear you right?" I polled and strode over to where they stood.

"Eeeeeek," Elvis screamed before he took off running.

"Good morning mom, sorry I didn't greet you earlier." I smiled after which I ran after Elvis.

"Haaaa," I shrieked, the instant I caught on to him and leaped on him from behind.

"Aaaargh!" He wailed. "Let me go."

"Nah you are stuck with me for the rest of your life boffun." I chuckled as I held on tight in other not to fall off his back.

"I'm sorry, I won't do it again I promise," He begged.

"Nope, I won't let you go free this time." I scoffed. "You always do this and end up begging for forgiveness, remember that time you poured cold water on me?"

"I would do anything, just let me go," He pleaded.

"Anything?" I smirked, a plan already forming.

"That's a bad idea right?" He quizzed, fear prominent in his voice.

"Yep." I beamed, jumped off him, and skipped to the kitchen.

"Oh Lord why!" He cried as he followed me back to where mom was.

"Uh oh," I heard mum say as I entered. "You are smiling, what did you do to my baby?"

"Mom," I called. "Are you insinuating that I don't smile?"

"No, not that darling, this time it's different, it looks mischievous," she let out as she shook her head. "Again I ask, what did you do Jo?"

"You know me so well momma," I smirked sent her a kiss, and sauntered to my room.

*******

I was sprawled upside down on my bed at the same time stuffing my face with food. I was crazy I know.

I munched away my life and thought of what to do with Elvis.

"Should I force him to take me to a party?" I queried the empty room as if I would've even gone to a party if my life depended on it.

"How about I seize his apple laptop?" Nah, that was not good enough. I understood it would affect him a bit though I reasoned it won't benefit me hence I could do whatever I wanted on my phone.

I craved for something that would affect him and benefit me at the same time. I wasn't mean, he deserved it.

While I nibbled on my favorite biscuit, an idea struck, *food*.

I bounced off my bed and did a booty shake. Told you I was crazy.

"I will tell him to make me food, buy me food and bring me food." I listed off on my fingers, a wide grin on my face. I was also obsessed with food and still am.

"ELVIS!" I shouted using all my vocal cords even though his room was right next to mine.

"I could hear you breathe, there was no need to shout," He murmured, as he stepped into my room.

"Can't my home be quiet?" Dad implored as he passed by my room door.

"Love you dad." I laughed and mused on why I didn't hear mom's voice.

*She might be sleeping* I guessed because I knew how mom is when she sleeps.

I inherited the sleeping gene from her if that was possible. Mine was a bit different as I could hear the slightest movement during slumber, most times I choose to ignore the ones that I deem unimportant.

"Hello, I'm still standing here," Elvis scowled, as he glared down at me.

"Lighten up big bro." I beamed, "I've got a job for you."

"Yay, am gonna be her errand boy today, my life's going great." He retorted, his voice dripping in sarcasm.

"So." I gleamed, "For the anything, you agreed to a while back, you have to,"

"A: Make me food"

"B: Buy me food"

"C: Bring me food till I get tired of it," I spoke to while I bounced on my feet in excitement.

"Oh wait I won't because food is my life, so let me say, till I get married and I have my darling husband do it for me, whoever that is." I winked after letting him in on what I wanted him to do.

"You hate me," He sighed.

"Nah I love you, to compensate you, I will allow you to share it with me that's if you make extra or buy extra." I shrugged and granted him a kiss on the cheek before I strolled out the door and headed to the kitchen to get an iced coke.

"And bro," I called as he was about to my go-to do my bid. "I kinda need a burger to go with my coke."

"Yep you hate me," He muttered under his breath before walking out.

A few hours later I was lounging on the couch with food by my side and a bottle of coke in the quiet house with my thoughts and endless hours of <Keeping Up With The Kardashians>.

No Elvis or parents just me. I missed this you know, the peace and quiet. Trust me I love my family, I really do but I liked my alone time.

<Ding, ding> my phone pinged. Mindlessly I reached for my phone and mistakenly knocked it on the ground.

"Arrgh my baby," I fake cried and gently picked it up from where it rested to examine it for any cracks, when I was sure there was none, I cuddled it and whispered some nonsense to it.

"My love am sorry, I won't hurt you deliberately you know right?" Ha! don't look at me like that, if someone were there I would have cared but I was alone, so I could dance naked for all I care.

I unlocked my phone to see the reason why it pinged and nearly dropped it again when I saw a text from an unknown number.

<Hey baby, miss me?> It read.

I was gazing at my phone in shock when it pinged again and indicated a text from the same unknown number.

<Because I missed you> This time it slipped out of my hand and hit the ground as panic ran through me.

"Who the hell," I muttered before I inspected my phone again for any cracks.

The idiot should thank his or her heavens that my baby had no cracks if not, invisible or no invisible I would've tracked the idiot down and make sure to strangle him.

*Who the hell could this be?* I wondered. Could Elvis be doing it as a revenge to rile me up?

I discarded the thought as immediately as it came, hence I concluded my brother couldn't do that.

*Harmony?* Nope he was too stupid for that, plus he had no motive to do so.

*Ifeanyi?* Nah.

*Blake?* pttf that wasn't even a possibility.

*Tony?* Tony, I contemplated as I chewed on my popcorn, could he? Yeah, he could but I had his number.

I snatched up my phone and reread the message,

*Can it actually be him?* I pondered a warm feeling rising within me.

*No no no, I shouldn't feel this way, I shouldn't* That was against my rule after my past relationship.

I rejected those gloomy thoughts and relaxed back on the couch. Tuning the volume to the highest I refocused my attention on the recent episode of the Kardashians when Scott was cheating on Courtney.

While I enjoyed my life there on the couch, I felt a cramp pass through my spine.

"Uh oh," I uttered. "Please no please, am not ready."

Another stronger one passed through me which made me stand up "yep, it's here."

"Why, mother nature why!" I screamed angrily and matched to my room to get sanitary pads. I then proceeded to the bathroom where I did my business.

I hate this, I totally do, trust me I love being a girl even though sometimes I wished I were a boy, but I hate it when it starts in the night hence it would make the next day unbearable for me.

I don't get aggressive but the pain makes me dull, irritated, frustrated, and sick all at once.

After I was done, I carefully ambled back to my room to put on my off white joggers and a baggy white t-shirt.

I quickly grabbed two cold bottles of water from the fridge which I placed directly under me when I got to the living room and laid on the couch.

I breathed a sigh of relief as it helped. I then cover myself with a blanket and got comfortable on it.

As I was about dozing off I heard some voices. "Awwn, take a look at my baby," Mom faintly said.

I wanted to make a remark saying I was not a baby but I couldn't let out any intelligible word from my mouth.

"Should we carry her?" Dad whispered

"Nah let's leave her to sleep," Mom acknowledged.

Those were the last things I heard before I slipped into a deep slumber