A few days stay with my impudent cousin

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I gnashed my teeth as I glared distastefully at Kelvin. I clenched my fist as I was ready to do anything.

"Kelvin!" Kelvin's mom's loud voice called out again.
Kelvin on the other hand acted like he was deaf, and I even began to ask myself if he had gone deaf.

Just a few days with my aunt's family already got me hating Kelvin's behavior. I had already heard the normal gossip that went around on how he was, that he had disgusting and disrespectful behavior regardless of whoever it was. I felt like it was just an over-exaggeration by the elders in the family. Because I didn't believe that a 10-year-old child would be so discourteous. Well, they say seeing is believing and within those few days I saw enough.

I removed the earpiece from my ear dropped the movie I was watching and started at Kelvin waiting to see if he would even move, but no he stayed lying down on the ground drawing cartoons in his book.
"Kelvin," I called him as I touched him on the leg leg with my foot from where I was sitting.
He looked at me with anger and answered me "What" in a very rude tone.
"Don't you hear your mother calling?" I returned a reply with the same energy.
"Who is calling me?" He answered me.

I was at a boiling point because even when I heard his mom the first time call him, I was with my earpiece on and I was concentrating on the movie I was watching and still could hear her so there was no way he could pretend like he didn't hear her call him.

I took a deep breath as I held all my anger back trying to keep my composure, "so you mean to tell me you didn't hear your mom shout your name like five times now,"
Kelvin shrugged and continued with his drawing, took some seconds, and then replied to me "I am busy,"
"What do you mean by you are busy, your mom is calling you and you are lying down here drawing rubbish and you are saying you are busy," I had been watching all he did since I arrived at their house and this one was the last straw that broke the camels back.

Kelvin didn't move or even reply to me again, instead, he just hissed.
Immediately I lost all composure, I couldn't restrain myself any longer. I stood up and grabbed him by the arm and raised him. He was trying to get free as he hit and clawed against my hand, but with the adrenaline I had rushing in me I felt nothing. Besides I was bigger than him, I was far much older than him, I even had a memory of when he was born and carried him as a baby.

"Leave me alone," he said as he dragged back. But I kept on dragging him to the backyard where his mother was. She was sitting down on a stool washing clothes.
"Aunty see him here," I said as I pushed Kelvin towards her away from the door and blocked the door. Kelvin was panting as his chest rose and fell, eyeing me from head to toe.

"Don't worry I have already done what I wanted him to help me do, I just wanted him to help me get some clothes from my room," my aunt said with totally no anger.
"It doesn't matter, he heard you call for him and didn't even answer you. It is very wrong and he does it all the time," I replied to my aunt.
Kelvin who saw my attention wasn't on him anymore made his way from the backyard around the house back into the parlor.
"Don't mind him, that is just how he is right from small," my aunt said as she continued her washing unbothered.
"He is just lucky he isn't staying with me as a senior brother because if I was his senior brother he would be getting hospitalized every week with this behavior," I murmured as I went back in the house.

I took my phone from the chair where I kept it and went inside the room because he had gone back to drawing and I couldn't stay there with him.
I honestly was thankful to God that I didn't stay over with them for long because I would have made sure he changed. And the way his mom and the entire family were so dismissive and negligent of his behavior set my teeth on edge. I was glad to leave the house after two days because I would never be able to tolerate that kind of character for so long.

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