Short Stories

Where Were You Last Night?

“Where were you last night?”

“With Kunle.” I replied with a frown and  heard the crunch of broken pieces of glass beneath my feet as stepped through the front door.

“Why didn’t you call?” My mother stood in the corridor.

I shrugged and turned around slowly, noticing that the painting that used to hang above the wooden mantle piece in the living room was missing. The drawers of the side cupboard in the dinning were open, the chairs were upturned, the glass center table was smashed and most of our windows were broken. “What happened here?”

David was in the dinning rearranging the chairs while Hannah was sweeping the floor, trying to salvage the mess that used to be our living room.

“We were robbed.” Hannah’s father answered stepping out from the kitchen. “Three masked and armed men broke into the house and made away  with some cash, my laptop, all the phones, the painting and all your mother’s jewelry.”

“I’m sorry.” I stared at him above my mother’s head knowing that the painting was important to him. “I hope they didn’t hurt anybody.”

“Aside from psychologically, No.” He replied picking up a dinning chair.

“You could have called.” My mother continued quietly, her voice bothering on the edge of ice. “I was worried sick. After what happened I just wanted to know you were alright and we couldn’t reach you…”

“I was fine.” I replied glancing down at her. I could see she was doing all she could not to shout at me.

“Why do you do this, going and coming as you please? Why do you insist on just being difficult….”

I sighed, shook my head and brushed past her, making my way to my room.

“They took your father’s ring.” She hollered at me close to tears.

“Yetunde, it’s alright. Leave him, lets just clear the house.”

I stopped and turned at the door, watching as my step father placed a hand on her shoulder.

“It’s okay, it’s all over.” He held her as she sobbed.

I walked into my room and slammed the door, throwing my knapsack on the floor. It fell open exposing a few books and an expensive looking gold ring, which rolled out tracing a circular pathway across the carpet of my room to my right foot. I picked it up. It was the only thing I had salvaged from the booty that Kunle had come back with last night. I had told him he could sell the painting, and everything else.

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Comments
  1. Adenike says:

    lovely story… Buh i culdn’t believe she actually robbed her family?? Mouth opened o

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