A story written by BukkyDan ([email protected])…
She had spent the night weeping in fear of what might happen to her.
The next morning she tried to tell her mother once more as she dressed her for school,
“Shut up! Parrot! I need to feed Kola.” her mother hushed her thinking she was a noise maker.
Her little innocent mind didn’t give up, she told her father as he drove them to school.
“what did you say you swallowed?” her father asked
“Iron.” she replied timidly not knowing the name of the object she swallowed.
“Funny girl, how can you swallow a pressing iron?” Her laughed thinking she was hallucinating.
“I swear daddy.” she swore.
“don’t you ever swear again, okay? If you need ice-cream and chocolates; just say it, stop beating about the bush.” her father scolded her.
She wept sore as she didn’t know which other way to express the fear that had gripped her heart.
Since then she had lived in a world of frequent stomach pains, she never told anyone for the fear of being scolded. And it has landed her on a hospital bed not in her own country but in another continent.
“Petite ma’am?” Dr Krishna cut into her thoughts, he’d been talking to her.
“I didn’t tell my parents.” she lied.
Dr Krishna observed her closely, he knew she was hiding alot of things. He felt sorry for the girl, she always turned pale each time her family’s discussed.
“Were you ever abused…like emotionally?” he asked holding her eyes.
“No.” she shook her head.
“You’re not telling me the truth”
“I swear… I…” Sasha started.
“You never swear when telling the truth Miss.” Krishna cut in gently.
“I’m not telling lies.” Sasha frowned.
“You should tell the truth now, we want to make sure you’re sound before leaving the walls of this hospital.” He tried again.
Sasha looked away, she’d never trust him. The few people she had loved and given her trust all kicked her into the mud, not again in her life would she try such.
“some things are better left unsaid.” she said firmly.
“Okay, I’ll leave now.” He rose to his feet disappointed, he really wanted to help, he made up his mind to ask her father.
“your father would be here by 5pm…I hope you’d recognise him.”
he said gently.
“I hope so.” she smiled faintly.
“If you remember anything, anything atall, just call my attention. Remember I’m a friend” He wanted her to trust him.
“Thank you” she gave him a weak smile.
She exhaled sharply as she watched the door close, she wasn’t sure she’d like to see her father anytime soon, what if she didn’t recognise him? She just hoped her memory won’t fail her.
“I’m back…what are you still doing here?”
“You have no right to ask me such question, I’m in my husband’s house.” Joyce cried.
“You should leave now, he isn’t your husband”
“I’m going no where! He is my husband.” Joyce cried again.
“No Joyce, you’ve enjoyed enough, go back to where you belong.” the girl replied backing Joyce.
“I belong here, I have a girl child for my husband.” Joyce muttered trying to view the face of the speaker.
“That child isn’t his, you should save yourself the shame by leaving now.” the gril continued.
“No way! Who are you?” Joyce screamed hugging her baby.
“who else if not me? Its Sasha Williams.” the girl turned to face her.
Joyce woke up with a start. She ran to the cot where her new baby lay, she picked it up with trembling hands and hugged it tightly like it was her last.
The little one protested the tight hug by releasing an ear piercing cry.
“Shush…” Joyce rocked it gently, her body stil trembling.
Another evil dream? She feared for her child, for her life. Was the dream real or its as a result of ther thoughts?
She knew it, she was losing fast. Her days in the Williams home was numbered.
She feared the shame she would feel if the truth’s discovered. That’s where her love for material things had landed her, ‘ a pot of hot shame’. She should have known better and left before thing became this difficult. Her only saving grace would be if Willaims didn’t do any test atall, which is like wishing for a blue moon.
She clasped her hands together in prayers, though she knew God would never answer such prayers.
To Be Continued….