Chapter 33 INHUMANE
SOFIA
Years ago,
Papa.
He was the quiet type but it was conditional. Most especially on days, he had bottled in a lot and he just can't wait to lash out at the least opportunity to gets.
That very afternoon, he was just seated in his decorated chair in the sitting room when my mom walked in.
I had a toy named Juicy, the very first gift from my beloved mother. She was always lissed each time I leave it lying around.
It became a habit to always carry it around wherever I go or wherever I am.
I was just by the dining with Juicy when I overheard my mother talking to Papa, “Are you really not going to work on what I talked to you about?” Her voice came aloud.
I doubt she knew I was just around the corner, staring at them both.
“Work on what exactly, young woman? Don't you hear how crazy you sound?” Papa lashed out angrily.
I placed Juicy by the side and this time around, I was locked into the conversation.
Eager to know what the conversation was all about.
My body became stiff. It was as though I was trying my best not to make any sound so they don't suspect I was there.
“Dimitri, why are you talking this way? How many times do I have to say this? I don't want this life for my daughter or for myself. Please just make us travel elsewhere…”
“Pffff….” A loud scoff fkllowed suit.
“And where the hell do you all think you will be going to?”
“Anywhere but here,” the voice of my mother rented the air. I could sense she was deeply seated in getting it out of my father that very afternoon.
Papa laughed out….
Gently, I bent my head to rest them on the table. Maybe it was the way he laughed, I really couldn't tell.
But I knew I didn't feel comfortable sitting that say any longer. I had to lay my head to listen still.
“Woman, you are not going anywhere. I am not spending a dime to take you or that thing anywhere!”
Thing?
Did my Papa just call me a thing? Could he actually be talking about me?
“Oh no no, it can't be. Its probably something else. They are talking about something entirely different..” I thought to myself.
“You called my daughter….our daughter a thing??? Dimitri, are you realy saying this to me?” I could hear my mother's voice shake as she spoke out of anger.
There was that laughter again, thus time louder. It was like though he didn't care about how she felt or was feeling.
Papa had never mind how his reaction or words hit the other person. After all, he is a Mafia Boss with hundreds of men under his command!!
“Oh come off it. This isn't some Nollywood drama where you can just act as you like and I would be the fool to fall for it…..I am not buying into your bullshit, Gloria!!”
“And yes, that girl is a thing cause I never asked for her. I wonder if she is actually my child cause I mean, how can I Dimitri have a girl as a child? What happened to sons??”.
“Imagine you gave birth to a girl..cause that is not from my balls. Katherina is not from me. My father never had a girl child, even my grandfather never did!!! So where did this one come from me?? Uhn???”
“Slut!!!” Papa spoke with so much vigor.
At this point, I couldn't control the tears that escaped my eye as those words came out hot and heavy.
I was thrown into a state of shame and utter sadness even as a a little girl. I heard my mom cry and Papa didn't even make a move whatsoever to pacify her.
What was I expecting?
He never really wanted me. So I was a mistake, an unwanted child!
“So…..you are denying the girl I carried in my womb for nine months for you?” My mother sobbed out aloud.
I cried along but I covered my mouth almost immediately so I don't give up my location.
“I don't care if you carried her for more than nine months. She is yours not mine, not ours..Get that into your dumb skull…fhe ony reason I am still keeping you both alive is because I need the company…”
“What?” Mother sobbed.
“Yes. You heard me right. I am only keeping you here to occupy the dapce with me. I have no use of you or your daughter….Well, maybe I enjoyed fucking you still but oooh…the girls coming to th club mow are just so sleek, I bet you can stand them, Gloria..”
“You want to know why? Cause you are old cargo so I'd advise you enjoy what I am giving to you as a husband….nothing more nothing less!” He blurted out.
“This is about the Mafia right? Because Katherima isn't a child you can put a gun in hands and order to your dirty job??”
“Right? It has always been about you!”
At this point, Mother wasn't just crying but her anger had risen above her tears and she was lashing out uncontrollably.
I became really scared.
This can't end well, not with my Papa in the background. He was brutal. Fierce amd Ruthless. He could slit her throat if she crossed her bounds. I know he was capable of that undoubtedly.
“Yes, its about me. She is of no use to me, her father so why should I call her my own??!”
“That girl is nothing but a weed, staying where she is not wanted. Amd what do you to weeds??? You fucking cut them off and that is exactly what I will end up doing if you don't watch it, Gloria.”
“Now leave my sight before I lose it completely..” I heard as he threatened.
I became so terrified. My tears had become heavy that my nose dripped with mucus and in that same moment, my hand mistakenly hit Juicy and she fell to the ground making a loud sound.
“Oh there she is….the thing..just like her mother…doing useless things!!” Papa lashed out.
I froze.