Memories Of The Sun - Chapter 2 Chapter Two

I don’t resent my dad but I don’t adore him either. He is a tyrant. It’s not the first time he has compelled me to do things, all in the name of ‘our company.’ I invariably hangout with the son of the biggest man in the coffee business, Evans Hart. We were paired since our sexes came to light, I think. So since we’re just toddlers, Evans and I kind of see each other. My dad says it’s for the benefit of my future to have a stable man, one who has money of course and maybe appears everywhere I am? Great! Thanks Papa.

Don’t get me wrong though, Evans is a great guy. One that every girl must have. Besides his cute face, he is really adorable. I mean really independent, funny and oh yeah… filthy rich. However somehow, somewhere, I have never really been interested in this perfection. Evans has always upset me with his stupid little love letters, yes they are stupid! We are past the 90’ssomeone tell the lunatic… And most importantly he buys me pink gifts, everything pink like am some Little Pony. My favorite color is black, idiot! All in all, guy suffocates me yet he keeps telling everyone how we are datingwe are being paired! Damn it!

When we were in highschool, Evans proposed on Prom. Surpriiise! He shouted as I sucked in the greatest hem of my life. When I suddenly replied his proposal with a ‘no’,he told me I was his no matter what I would say. And I quote as he proclaimed “no where safe, darling.” You see why I hate his ass, he is a second daddy.

But now that I am leaving, I don’t want to imagine how his control face would look, probably a broken dog? I continue packing some of my things as I call my girlfriends. The old man was clear, “you will set off tomorrow at 9Am” and he banged his way out. I call the last person I love, my best friend, Ashanti. Ohhh, she is going to freak out…

“your dad hates you” she explodes with panting breath through the speaker, I can’t help a laugh when she proceeds.

“I would have helped if I had become your step mommy, you know we could tear him apart”she shouts through the phone. Am thinking she is acting while speaking, sometimes she means to do things.

I met Ashanti on my first day in highschool, we both were rich girls, didn’t really need anything and had all the cool stuff. So we were compatible. There is a time she planned my escape from home, with my then gangster lover, as my dad called him,Drake. Spoiler alert: the escape failed, I was retained.

Anyway, so I met Drake on my 16th birthday, I felt lonely. Ashanti had brought me to this Club to have the birthday fun or whatever it’s called. I was seated watching her being sandwiched by two overly hyped Davids, when Drake found his way to my table. “Hello princess… Not having fun? ” I thought it was obvious, my heart spits.

“My name is Drake”he stretches out his hand… I didn’t know gangsters introduce themselves the gentlemen way, my heart is shocked.

“Vanny,” I introduce myself

“Vannito?” what the heck!? I examine the creature rolling my eyes.

“Va-ne-ssa”I say through my teeth ,angry!

He doesn’t pay attention but summons me out with his bearded head, he is a lion! He lights a cigarette and summons me again to his car, as if am some criminal. We sit in his old car as I narrate my Snow White story. By this time,am high with whatever he is smoking “My dad is overly busy… He always forgets my birthday, so if I don’t celebrate it with my nanny, Dalia… Maybe Ashanti or the man I hate but have to marry, Evans… Blah blah” I continue as my company is just looking on? Has he experienced my life or just finds it childish… Either way I carry on… “My mom left me….”

So that’s how we get to date and for the next days we hang out. The only reason I really liked Drake is that he was the only man that ever really gave me attention, and listened. Perhaps that’s all I ever want from my dad. When Ashanti planned for us to escape to Kenya together, little did I know that Evans had planted a spy on me, and guess what… The chief of police eventually found out and I was imprisoned in my room with curses I don’t want you to hear from my dad. It was awful!

We would be happyI kept thinking.Drake was going to start recording Jamaican music, and I….i don’t know, we would figure it out…