Obsession Chapter 3 Part 2
CHAPTER 3 · PART THREE
Obsession
Grandma and I were all set to fly to the US tomorrow. Everything was ready, down to the last detail, and excitement buzzed through me.
But Mom and Betty would have to wait a little longer. Betty still had her WASSCE and JAMB exams, and Mom couldn’t leave her behind. They’d be joining us in about two months.
“I can’t wait to join you,” Betty grumbled, tossing a pile of my clothes onto the bed.
“Your exams, sweetie. After that, we’ll join them,” Mom said as she folded my clothes carefully into the suitcase.
Her hands shook—just a little. If I hadn’t known her so well, I might’ve missed it.
“Have you taken everything important? You’re not forgetting anything?”
“Yeah.”
Everything except one last thing—unfinished business with Beatrice.
Mom had officially quit, but that wasn’t enough. Not after everything that woman had put us through.
Grandma was on her way over, and once she arrived, we’d be paying Beatrice a memorable visit.
“I need us to go somewhere,” I said.
“Where?” Mom and Betty asked in unison.
“You’ll see.”
Betty eyed me suspiciously. “Why do I feel like you’re about to do something stupid?”
I just grinned.
“Temitope Sara Godfrey,” Mom warned, her voice firm. “Do not do anything stupid before you travel tomorrow.”
“Of course, Mom,” I said innocently.
Soon enough, Grandma arrived.
The sun shone brightly as we sat together on the veranda, a warm breeze rustling through.
“We need to go see someone,” I said.
“Who?” Grandma asked.
I told her about Beatrice—every humiliation, every cruel word, every moment she’d made Mom feel small and Betty and me invisible.
“Why are you going to see such a person, then?” Grandma frowned.
I smirked. “To show her that no one messes with Sara Godfrey and goes scot-free.”
Grandma threw her head back and laughed. “I should have known you’d take after me.”
“So you were petty too?”
“Oh yes, darling,” she winked, squeezing my shoulder.
“Then help me.”
“Of course. Now tell me—what’s the plan?”
I whispered it into her ear. Her smile grew wider with every word.
Soon, we were in the car, heading to the Richardsons’.
“What are we going there to do?” Mom asked suspiciously.
“To show them how much our lives have changed,” I replied calmly.
Mom clicked her tongue. “The Richardsons are very powerful.”
“Not compared to Sara’s grandma,” Betty said with a grin.
Grandma nodded. “Bullies should be dealt with.”
Mom stayed behind for a moment, then sighed and stepped out of the car.
Together, we walked toward the front door.
It was going to be a visit they wouldn’t forget.