"Come here!" I jerked up abruptly at the sound of my fathers voice.
With a shaking body, I made my way slowly to him, praying to God to save me.
"D-daddy, please, I'm weak, see my body is shaking. I'm very tired, please daddy..." A loud slap landed on my face making me fall to the ground.
I couldn't even cry out anymore, tears only flowed out of my eyes freely. My body was too weak to stand back up and my eyes were too swollen to close them or blink.
"Did I ask you to talk? Worthless child, just like your mother. I should have thrown you out or killed you a long time ago." He shouted at my almost unconscious body on the floor.
He would have thrown me out or killed me a long time ago....but didn't.
Why?....
"Get up and take off that filthy dress of yours." He commanded making my heart skip several beats.
This wasn't the first time he's asked for that, in fact, I didn't think there was ever going be a last.
"Daddy, please I'm begging you, another time...." I began to plead knowing the kind of pain that was coming my way.
"If you don't shut up, I'll give you another dirty slap. Will you do as I've said?!" He shouted again but I just laid there, motionless.
There was nothing I could do, he was obviously stronger than I was and no matter how I shouted I knew neighbors wouldn't hear and besides, I it was already late for them to do anything.
When he saw I wasn't planning on moving, he left his bed and pulled me....screw that, he practically dragged my weightless body with all his force and in the process, I hit my knee on the wooden frame of the bed, causing another round of pain for me.
I kept mumbling apologies for what I didn't do wrong but he was too concentrated on tearing my clothes off my skin.
"This is the simple thing I asked you to do. You can't do anything in this life!" He growled already unbuckling his belt and dropping his trouser down his legs.
Oh God let this be the day I die. Let me not wake up by tomorrow. I want to die. Please God.
With that last prayer in mind, I shut my eyes closed....
Then I heard...I knew....nothing.
Absolutely nothing.
My very own father was doing his business on top of me like nothing else in the world mattered. I knew I was crying, screaming, but I couldn't even hear myself.
The pain I felt between my legs were so much that it made everything around me a blur.
"Please stop." I croaked lowly.
My breathing was fast but I could feel my heart beat decrease.
I couldn't understand anything but that sharp pain between my legs as he thrusted harder inside me.
Blood flowed down my legs, staining the mattress but this man didn't care. I was loosing too much blood.
It was just a month since I flushed the baby that was growing inside me. The baby he made to grow inside me. And during the period of abortion, I almost lost my life. I lost so much blood.
The doctor told him to make me do lesser work and eat healthy food. But did this wicked excuse for a father listen? No.
He made me clean the house, hawk tomatoes and pepper for money, gave me less or no food...and now....rape me. All because he was drunk or depressed.
I watched a lot of news about how men were persecuted for rape. And trust me the thought of reporting has crossed my mind a lot of times.
But just imagine what he could do to me if anyone found out what went on in my house. My mother wasn't leaving with us, she was in another state taking care of my brother. I would've told her but he threatened her life. And I've seen the way he beat her up to stupor just because the food wasn't ready, imagine him knowing she knew what he did to me. He'd kill her...then come to me, and kill me...slowly. Just to hide his tracks.
"You stupid child better stay alive!" I blinked back to reality to realize he's still on top of me.
But his face wasn't clear any longer. Nothing around me was.
That's when I knew, this was my end. How I would die.
A rape victim.
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I screamed jerking upright on the bed. My body was shaking in fear and was wet with sweat. Still hyperventilating, I stared at the clock on the wall. 4:56am.
It was just a dream....another nightmare of my past.
Taking the bed sheet off my body, I made my way slowly to the bathroom to splash water on my face, just to ease my self.
Knowing I was not going to find sleep again, I decided to take my bath. It was five already. The drive to my work was about an hour.
~Elizabeth~I parked my car in the parking lot and threw the empty coffee cup in my hand into a waste bin as I walked into the organization. My heels clicked on the tiled floor as I made my way to the elevator. I wore a red pencil skirt that merged with my body perfectly and a white button up shirt that wasn't too tight but fitted my bust well.I was beautiful, I knew that, everyone that set their eyes on me knew that. And I made sure to be outstanding where ever I went.My name is Elizabeth Adeyemi, I'm 27 years old. I'm the personal assistant to the CEO of B-Corp. An organization in Africa for exporting Cocoa products. As a P.A, I'm in charge of the meetings my boss goes to, both home and abroad and also every appointment he is supposed to attend to. And many other boring stuffs like that.
~Elizabeth~You're fired.Those words kept ringing in my ears. I lost my job. I used my own mouth to put myself in trouble. What have I done?Naturally I expected him to kick me out of his car since I was no longer working for him, but instead, we still drove to Lotion Limited.And I dared not talk. That would just be my demise. It was probably the last job I was going to be doing and since he didn't have a PA at that moment, he needed me.................I stayed quiet for about an hour in the the hall way of the company. My boss along with other company's bosses were in the conference room discussing whatever matter. And I was just seated. Again. For too long. And now my butt was beginning to hurt.
~Elizabeth~"Can't we just grab a drink after work? It's been long since we spent time together." Chidima said, subconsciously going through some papers on my desk."Babe you know how busy I get. I want to go and chill out but....""But David keeps bugging you with work." She rolled her eyes"You could get fired for even staying here with me. You this girl better mind yourself." I warned her."I'm on my lunch break. You should be too." She said."I'm busy." I began clicking the keyboard of my laptop."You know he's not your husband."
~Elizabeth~"Okay, thank you, I'll make sure Mr Badmus knows." I cut the call and let out a loud sigh.It had been a week after that night. Mr Badmus left for a business trip and would be back by the end of day. So basically, I had a ton of work to do."Good day, this is B-Corp, how may I help you." I said my usual words to whoever called."Miss Adeyemi." I recognized the voice immediately."Oh good afternoon sir." I greeted my boss."Is everything ready?" He asked "Yes sir. The hall has been booked and the decorations are done already, invitations has been sent to everyone you listed and the entertainment is prepared and the workers has been told to leave earlier th
~Elizabeth ~"You're still not answering me." My boss crossed his arms and I gulped.Why, again did I come here? Oh wait, my mum."D-did you...." I shivered."Get in." He stepped aside and I obeyed.I gasped out when I entered the house. I've known him for years but never have I entered his house. It was big and with blue and white theme. The parlor setting alone was breath taking. The furnitures, everything was just...right. Beautiful. And neat."Great you're dripping water on my floor." I snapped back to reality at the coldness in his voice."Don't worry, I'm no
~Elizabeth ~"What did you prepare?" I heard the voice that gave me creepy chills all the time growl.My weak and frail body just stood in front of him and I was taught never to look him in the eyes so my gaze was on the ground. "I'm talking to you." His voice grew darker with rage and it made me more scared."T-there's n....nothing. I didn't....cook. You didn't leave any money." My voice trembled, so did my body. I knew how much he hated hearing no food at home but it was the truth. But today, I wasn't fortunate at all, he came home drunk and whenever he was drunk, bad things happen."What do you mean you didn't cook." He got up from where he sat and headed my way. I just stood there waiting for the worst to happen."I swear I would'v
~DAVID~"What...is this?!" I looked up to see Sandra pointing her phone at me. It was too early in the morning for me to start listening to her drama. And I'm not sure I woke up on the right side of the bed this morning. What am I saying, I'm always waking up at the wrong side of the bed."What do you want Sandra? Shouldn't you be at work?" I asked focusing on my computer again."What is this?" She kept pointing her phone at me. "It's a phone babe, what's the big deal?" I still didn't pay much attention to her."It's not the fucking phone. It's the picture. I went online and see what I saw on the news. So you now go out with other girls hun?" She asked with rage and I finally looked up to see her phone. Great.It was a picture of Eliza
*****The cold breeze blew right past me and I shivered as goosebumps began to grow on my skin.I didn't know what time it was, but I knew it was too late. Too late to turn back, too late to go back to the hospital... Too late to go back to him.It was a big risk I was taking to be walking alone in the dark, empty, narrow street.Clouds were forming in the sky, it was about to rain in any moment. I did not have shelter or clothes or food. To be honest, I didn't regret ever leaving that house. Not like he had food to provide for me."Hey who's there." I felt my heart stop for a moment and when it finally started beating, it increased it's pace.&n