*HE CALLED ME A CHEAT*
I kept pleading and pleading but he turned a deaf ear to my plea. He furiously tore my undergarments and gained access to my body, I struggled with him for some moment but I was no match for him. The moment he gained access to my body, I felt a surging pain pass through my body. I didn’t know when I screamed out loudly. Alas! My pride was forcefully taken away from me.
When he was done with whatever he was doing, he grunted and roll off me then slept off like nothing *happened while I keep shedding tears. I tried to stand up and go to my room to clean up myself but I couldn’t because of the pain I was experiencing* . Coolval stories I cried and cried till I slept off.
The following day, I was awoken by John’s loud scream. He was so shocked to see naked and lying next *to him, he asked me to get out of his room because he felt I took advantage of his drunken state. I tried to stand but ended up falling back to the bed, my tears *started flowing afresh. I tried harder to get up and was finally able to stand* up from the bed and dragged myself into my room which was opposite his. I heard him mutter the word ‘whore’ as I left his* room.
I locked my door and went to the *bathroom to wash, I kept scrubbing myself as if my life depended on it. I wanted to wash away every feeling of *John’s touch. After that* incident, I locked myself in my room and kept tearing my skin with a knife. The only thing* I did was to make John’s food then go back to my room to continue my isolation.
For the first *two weeks of my isolation, I didn’t eat or drink anything and I kept losing blood as a result of* the *cut I made on myself. In the third week, I became so weak and couldn’t do anything not even make John’s meal again, all I wanted to die hence, I didn’t stop cutting myself* .
When John didn’t come home to meet food on the dining again, he was alarmed. He *came to my door to try to open it but couldn’t. At first, he felt I didn’t want to open the door but he was later forced to break the door. After breaking the door, he was surprised to see me in the* pool of my blood.
He rushed me to the hospital where I was taken to the emergency ward and treatment was commenced immediately. I woke days later and *saw John sitting beside me, he rushed to help me sit up. His show of love surprised me* greatly. My wounds were stitched and the doctor warned me never to try such an act of suicide again.
I was discharged a week later and John’s care never stops. I was more surprised when he relocated me to his room and never let me lay a finger on anything in the house. He was the one in charge of the house chores, he even insisted he fed me. I was more surprised when he apologized to me and even gave him shocking news.
To be continued