Family my foot! (2)

 The day THE SHREW crossed the threshold of love to hate in my heart, I was looking for a memory card to use urgently, nobody was home that I could ask and my wicked brother has beaten it into me not to touch his things. So I was left with the option of searching THE SHREW's wardrobe. Remember, I was desperate, it is not as if I want to snoop deliberately.

As I pushed the clothes in her wardrobe to get a look at the corners, I got the shock of my life. I saw several missing items belonging to my mom, brother and I. chai! 

My mind immediately recalled those moments when my mum will scold me and say “see your sister, ehn, she could teach you how to behave” “chai!”, this time I said it out loud. Then I went to work searching all her belongings forgetting the memory card. Yes, priorities can change in an instant. I found a whole lot of things, money, jewelry (my studded earrings too! I took that), customized pen…
           
When she got back home, I decided not to accuse her yet but wait till I caught her red handed. Meanwhile, I went into “ bit*h mode”. I hate “two faced people” like chloroquin injection. Unfortunately, I was forced to spill just two days later when my brother came to meet me In the sitting room asking me if I saw a 500n note on the table the night before.
          
 “No”, I answered. I should have shut the heck up but I added “though if I told you of the person who took it you will not believe”
           
“Who?” he asked, puzzled. " we are just five currently staying at home".
“Yasmin” I said, smirking. He froze, looking shocked, while I looked triumphant and excited with the thought of exposing a thief. Then, disgust quickly followed by anger crept into his eyes, his huge nose flaring,

“You are a the definition of an idiot, I can’t believe you will be jealous of that girl so much that you will lie against her” he said pointing at me and dangerously closer to me. I moved backward with style like I want to bag my hand on the table for emphasis. You never know my brother, his 
slaps are epic.
            “But..” I tried cutting in. 
             “Shut up!” he roared.
               “I got proof!” I screamed, confident in the hoarded goods in the cupboard.
                “proof?”, he repeated, his voice lower,then rising again “if this is a joke..”
                 “ follow me!”, I commanded like the boss in an action film, “ and see them”

I marched with confidence to the wardrobe, threw the door open and swept away the clothes and spread my arm in a flourish looking at my brother’s face to catch the birth of the expected shock in his face.
 “look… and wonder” I said with the royalty of a queen.

I saw his eyes look at the corner of the wardrobe intently, then back at me. Then on his face 
grew this look you would have given a zombie assuming you suddenly saw it looking like your sister. He started shaking his head, all this in space of like 30seconds. I looked and I got another shock of my life, they were gone. Every single one. I spread my arms in shock and quickly realizing what my brother will think I started blustering like a fool (imagine me! Blustering! Oh how I hate that girl!), 
           “But, bbbut it it w-wa..” I struggled to speak. 
            “You are even worse than I thought, maybe you need a psychiatrist” he said and walked out
 before I could suggest searching somewhere else. I searched and searched but mehn… no loot anywhere. How the heck did she do it?

If it was only my brother she caused to think of me as dysfunctional it would have been manageable, but mum was informed and over dinner, the way to set me straight was discussed and I 
an appointment was booked for me at a psychiatrist’s. All the while, THE SHREW, even though she knew the truth, kept quiet as I was shipped to a shrink and whispered about.
           
Hey, believe me when I say God’s love can set you free, because I am a living example.she was eventually discovered and I was treated to all I want. Finally, I was able to wave my hand in flourish like a queen!