I happily sang to the tune from my mobile phone as I walked to the bathroom. I loved my new message alert tune; P-square’s “Ifunanya”. I guess Anthony must have sent another text message. That would mark the fourth message he had sent this evening. I would read it, and possibly send him a reply, but that would be after I’d taken my bath.
I turned the shower on, water splashing on my face to remove every trace of make-up I had put on that evening to lesson. I remained in this position much longer than necessary, as my mind relayed back to me the events of the evening.
It was my first day of attending evening preparatory classes for my JAMB examination which was few months away. I was sure very few people would have gotten as much attention as I got on their first day in that lesson. My beauty made me stand out, so did my intelligence. First subject was Mathematics, and topic was Trigonometrical ratios. The teacher wrote “continued” after the topic. Mr. Remi started with an exercise.
“Who is confident enough to attempt this question” he asked. No hand was raised. I smiled. Though I was not in class when he started the topic, still, it was a topic I knew very well.
“Sir” my left hand was up. I was sure everyone had their heads tilted towards my direction. I was sure I had made an impression with my looks already. This was my opportunity to let them know I had other knowledge aside a good use of make-up.
“New student” he asked. I nodded, confirming I was new. “Come to the board”.
I got a loud round of applause when I had finished. Some boys chose to hit and knock on their desks till I sat down. I also got a handshake. His hand was large. That was my first contact with Anthony.
There was a knock. This time it was on the bathroom door. “Onyi” came a voice from the other side of the door. It was my father. “Onyi, please come out”.
“I’m not through yet” I replied. “Daddy, welcome”. I was sure he had just returned home from work.
“Please, come out. Just for a moment”. His voice as I could hear it sounded shaky. I tied my towel firmly around my body before I opened the door. The sight I beheld almost made me faint.
He threw the towel aside as he laid me on the rugged floor. I didn’t push or struggle, nor did I show any form of resistance. I promised myself I won’t make this look like any typical rape scene. I took his hands off his belt, as he struggled to take it off. He knew what I wanted to do, so he let go. He rests his lips on mine, same time my hands touched his bulge. I closed my eyes, my fingers measuring the length and width of it.
“Stop it. Please, let her go” dad begged. Tears choked his words. He had been crying, as he laid face-down on the rug. Every member of my family had been forced to take this position.
“Shut up”
“We’ve given you everything. Please don’t do this”. None of the robbers said a word. Their fists and legs were enough to keep him quiet. I was sure dad needed urgent medical attention. He had been bleeding from his head when I opened the bathroom door.
“Take me to the room” I whispered. I knew either or my parents or possibly my elder brother, David might do something stupid. The consequence of such would be grave. Losing my virginity could not be compared to losing a family member.
“Ok” he whispered back to me. I heard mum let out a shrill cry as he carried me to the room. She must have peeped when she heard Stanley’s footsteps.
I got to know his name. Stanley. He made me scream it as he emptied the content of his lust in me.
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