OM THE WHEEL I FELL AGAIN chapter 2

ON THE WHEEL I FELL AGAIN

Chapter 2 

Femi’s POV

The sound of the glass hitting the wall echoed through the living room.

“Useless!” I shouted angrily.

The maid standing in front of me began to tremble. Her hands were shaking so badly that the tray she was holding almost fell.

“I told you I don’t drink tea when it’s cold!” I snapped.

“I’m sorry sir… I will make another one,” she said nervously.

“I don’t want another one!” I barked.

My hands gripped the wheels of my chair tightly. The anger burning inside me had nowhere to go, so it always came out like this.

On people.

On everyone.

“You’re fired,” I said coldly.

Her eyes widened in shock.

“Sir please… I need this job.”

“I said you’re fired! Get out of my house!”

Tears filled her eyes as she quickly walked away.

The door slammed.

Silence filled the house.

Then I heard the slow sound of footsteps behind me.

My mother.

She stood there with her arms folded, staring at me with disappointment written all over her face.

“Femi,” she said calmly, “this is the fourth maid you have fired this month.”

I didn’t answer.

She sighed.

“You cannot keep firing every maid that works here.”

I turned my wheelchair to face her.

“And I cannot keep living like this!” I snapped.

My voice echoed across the room.

Her expression softened.

But I wasn’t ready to hear sympathy.

“None of them understand anything,” I continued angrily. “They are careless, slow, and useless.”

“Or maybe…” my mother said gently, “you are angry at something else.”

I laughed bitterly.

“You think?”

My hands moved slightly on the wheels of the chair.

The wheelchair.

The prison that had become my life.

Everything changed the day of the accident.

That day still plays in my head like a broken movie.

The rain.

The loud screech of tires.

The crash.

The moment everything went black.

When I woke up in the hospital, the first thing I asked about was my father.

But nobody answered.

They didn’t need to.

I could see it in their faces.

My father didn’t survive the accident.

And I…

I survived.

But my legs didn’t.

Since that day, I have been trapped in this chair.

My father gone.

My freedom gone.

My life completely different.

“Femi,” my mother said softly, breaking my thoughts. “Not everyone around you is your enemy.”

I looked away.

“I’m tired, Mom.”

She walked closer and placed her hand gently on my shoulder.

“You need people around you. You cannot keep pushing everyone away.”

I didn’t respond.

Because deep down, I knew she was right.

But anger was easier than pain.

And pain was something I didn’t want to feel again.

Meanwhile

Ifeoluwa’s POV

The sun was hot above my head as I walked down the busy street.

My legs were beginning to ache, but I kept moving.

I had already visited five places today.

Five.

And every single one of them said the same thing.

“No vacancy.”

I walked into another small restaurant and approached the counter.

“Good afternoon ma,” I said politely.

The woman behind the counter barely looked up.

“Yes?”

“Please… I’m looking for a job. Anything at all. Waitressing, cleaning… anything.”

She shook her head immediately.

“We are not hiring.”

Another rejection.

I nodded slowly.

“Thank you.”

I stepped outside again.

My stomach growled.

I hadn’t eaten since morning.

But food was the least of my worries.

House rent.

Four hundred and fifty thousand naira.

One week.

And now no job.

I sat down on a bench by the roadside and covered my face with my hands.

“God…” I whispered quietly.

“What do I do now?”

People walked past me.

Cars drove by.

Life continued.