IMADE AND JAMAL novel Chapter 22

NATASHA.

 Furious is an understatement to describe how I felt right at this moment.

Everything around me seems to be set on reminding me of what happened earlier today and the more it played in my head, the angrier I became.

I have never felt so humiliated and rejected in my life and I never in a million years thought that Jamal would be the first to treat me that way.

That brat had the effrontery and the audacity to kick me out of his house right in front of that useless and disgusting skank that calls herself Imade. He looked right at me, a whole me, Natasha Opara, and had the fucking guts to throw me out of his house like I'm some kind of crazy woman or useless beggar. The audacity!

  He'll definitely pay for that humiliation. Both himself and that ugly bitch with him will pay for this and I swear on everything I have, I will make life a living hell for both of them. I will not rest until both of them are unhappy for the rest of their lives.

  A huge part of me feels heartbroken at the moment. Jamal, the man I have sacrificed so much for, the idiot that I have been with for the last seven years of my life, cleaning up his messes, making sure he stayed clean, helping him with therapy, rehab, being his support system all this while, this same man just threw me out of his life for another woman who hasn't even gone through half of what I've gone through for him.

 He'll be sorry for this, I swear. He will be sorry cause by the time I'm done with him, he'll wish he had never met with me in the first place.

I pick up my phone from the table and furiously dial my elder brother's number. My brother and I weren't exactly the type of siblings to check up on eachother or anything like that so I'm pretty sure he already knows I'm not calling him for no reason.

  He and I may not actually be the closest siblings in the world but I know for a fact that I can trust him to help me whenever I needed help and although, I might be of too much help to him due to his reputation, I can always be of financial help.

"Hello." His grumpy and rough voice greets tiredly and I mentally roll my eyes immediately. He's probably drinking and smoking weed as usual which his why his voice sounds so hoarse. 

As much as I loved him, I was equally ashamed of having him as a brother. My elder brother, Samuel Uchenna Opara is a well-known drunk and a well respected gang leader.

He, unlike me, did not have the opportunity to study abroad and at age eighteen, he dropped out of school and started to fend for himself on the streets which eventually led him to become the criminal that he is today. To be very honest, I don't have the best family background.

"Hello, brother Uche. Good afternoon sir. I need your help." I drawl childishly, getting straight to the purpose of my call.

"Asa nwa, what is it? Did anybody wrong you? You are not sounding alright at all." He questions with his thick Igbo accent that sometimes irritates me.

"Brother Uche, everything is wrong with me. Nothing is going my way brother and I desperately need your help." I complain to him, knowing well that my brother hates it when I'm not okay. Any complaint I lay down to him, he'll immediately find a way to get rid of it for me even if it meant killing someone else.

"Tell me the name of this problem that is bothering my beautiful sister. Shey na pesin abi na thing? Asa nwa, give me a name immediately and I promise you, I will pieces whatever it is." He grunts furiously in his thick Igbo accent and I struggled to hold back my laugh.

(Asa nwa: Fine girl. Shey na pesin?: Is it a person?)