THE MALE HATER : CHAPTER 11 – 20

THE MALE HATER : CHAPTER 11 – 20

7PM, CARSON’S MANSON*

Emory’s parents arrived from their business trip an hour ago.

Mrs. Carson is busy cooking in the kitchen while Mr. Carson is probably in his study.

Emory stayed in her room, trying to get her assignments done with a roll of joint between her lips.

Kitchen ain’t her thing, even a dog will reject anything cooked by her so she can’t help her mum.

She has decided not to go clubbing tonight to make her mum happy.

She took another puff from her joint and saw it’s already too short.

She dropped the butt on her ashtray and was about to start rolling another one when she got a text on her phone.

Thinking it’s from the girls group chat, she quickly took it, but she was bewildered to see it’s a picture of a dîck!

“What the…

She stood immediately, checking the number.

There’s no number at all, it’s an empty contact.

“Who the fûck sent this shit!” She spat, the phone falling from her hand.

She almost got triggered, but her mum came in that moment.

“Ma” she said awkwardly, trying to hide the ashtray from her.

“You don’t have to. I’m aware that you smoke joint” Mrs. Carson smiled, walking to her.

She took her hands.

“You knew?” Emory said.

“I’ve only been pretending, remember what I said about never judging you?” The woman smiled, and Emory hugged her.

“How’s school treating you? I told you not to fight the mad guy who ruined your car, I’ll just get you another one” she said.

“I didn’t fight him, didn’t even see him” Emory lied, and the woman smiled.

“Emory!” Mr. Carson’s voice came downstairs.

“Gawd, this oldie” Emory groaned, breaking the hug.

Mrs. Carson chuckled as they left the room together.

They got downstairs and met Mr. Carson in his study.

He’s standing beside one of the shelves, the one with the scattered books as a result of Levi’s violence.

Emory cursed him inwardly immediately…

She forgot to arrange the books!

“Care to tell me what happened here?” Mr. Carson questioned gruffly.

“It’s nothing, I’ll arrange it right now” Emory replied and started picking up the books.

Her mother helped out too.

“Rebelling like this won’t help this situation, Emory. You’re my daughter añd I won’t stop telling you the truth” Mr. Carson said, and Emory stood.

“What do you mean? You think I knowingly poured the books away?”

There’s hurt in her voice.

“What else? It’s not your first time throwing tantrums just to get back at me, and it’s not my fault ok? It wasn’t!” Mr. Carson snapped.

“Lies! If you had taken me with you that day, it wouldn’t have happened…if you didn’t leave me at home, uncle Fred wouldn’t have his way into my pants!” Emory shouted.

“Em…” Her mother held her, but she broke free.

“It was a business conference, I couldn’t possibly take you!” Mr. Carson said.

“I begged you, I begged you like crazy! I did…but you left me, the fault is on you!” Emory shouted and rushed out of the study.

She could hear her mother’s voice echoing after her as she took each step farther and farther from the house, but it’s not in her agenda to go back into that house tonight.

She doesn’t even have a car anymore, so walking it is the only option.

Her mother called many times, but she didn’t pick as she quickened her steps, wrapped by darkness.

She sent a text to the girls group chat.

Emory: anyone in for clubbing? I need to drink.

Lizzy: didn’t we settle for no clubbing tonight?

Emory: something happened.

Rebekah: Sneaking out of the palace will be impossible tonight.

Nina: I can’t come, I’m busy with mum.

Lizzy: I’ll come with you… should I come pick you at your place?

Emory: Nope, we meet there.

She pocketed her phone and quickened her steps, but then she felt a chilly presence behind herself.

She turned, but no one in sight, so she continued her walk, but still, her feeling of being followed persisted.

Actually, this is not her first time feeling it, but it’s stronger tonight.

She stopped and turned back for the second time, but no one again.

She hissed out and took the last step out of the street.

She stopped a taxi and got in.

“Void clubhouse” she said, resting back.

The taxi moved.

THE MALE HATER : CHAPTER 11 – 20

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