ABUSED. Chapter 13

The deadly fear I felt almost made me pee on myself but I didn't. Instead, I puked my guts all over the floor and my blouse. He hastily stepped back to avoid getting stains on his clothes, he looked at me disgustingly but I didn't even notice.  I was too busy getting out the contents of my revolting stomach.

"Go ahead and clean it up," he said when I finished, his eyes glowing with an odd satisfaction. "And then come back here."

I leaped forward again, my hand clutched over my mouth to keep my vomit in until I reached the toilet. My whole body was shaking with fear and disgust at how pathetic I was. I just sat down there on the toilet floor; with fat tears rolling down my cheeks. I lost track of how much I sat there until I looked up and saw Kayode leaning on  the door frame.

"I told you to come back, " Kayode's cold voice jolted me awake again and I instinctively shifted into the wall. I looked up at him again, suddenly very dizzy.

"I was just going to,'' I croaked with surprising  hoarseness. My throat was on fire, the foul taste of the vomit making me sick again.


He didn't believe me. His first kick was directed in the general direction of my upper torso but it hit me straight in the middle of my stomach. I cried out, doubling over and subconsciously wrapped my arms around my stomach, hugging it protectively. As he kicked me again and again, pain waves shot through me and my screams got louder by the second. My arms weren't enough to protect my stomach but my arms never left it and he never stopped hitting me. He gave me a hard blow on the head and the impact knocked my head into the wall and my teeth bit down hard on my tongue. Blood rushed into my mouth and the room began to spin; slowly at first then then faster and faster. My piercing scream was the last thing I heard before I fainted.

I didn't know how long I fainted for but when I woke up, it was very dark and I was on the toilet floor. The house was dead silent and when I tried to sit up,  a sharp stabbing pain to my abdomen convinced me to say put.

"Kayode," I croaked with what was left of my voice.

Nothing.

"Kayode help me, I can't move."

There wasn't a sound other than the drip drop sound of the tap. My fingers scraped the wall and then the floor, attempting desperately to find something to hoist myself up but all I found were smooth bathroom tiles. The tears were streaming down my face until i managed to get up. I used the last of my strength to push myself forward; step by step, inch by inch until I reached the bedroom door.

"Kayode," I strained again but there was no answer. The bed seemed miles away. I edged closer and closer until I finally got to the bed. The pain kept gripping my mid body and my head was pounding.

"Kayode," I hushed my words.

He stirred.

I moaned painfully and he shot out of bed. The light came on and i closed my eyes as I collapsed at the foot of the bed, silently thanking NEPA for leaving electricity.

"Jummy!!!" he screamed in alarm, suddenly at alert. "Oh God... There's a trail of blood on the floor. He rushed to my side and tried to sit me up but my sharp cry of pain stopped him.

" I need to get you to the hospital," All I was able to see were his feet, pacing back and forth, trying to come up with a plan. "Can you get up?"  he asked.

A few minutes later, he carried me bridal style from the house. When he walked past the sitting room, I glanced at the time and it was 10:27pm.

He carried me until we got to a hospital around. The nurses led us to a ward and he placed me down carefully on the bed. I clutched his hand tightly, silently asking him to stay with me. I could literally feel his racing heartbeat. I glanced up in pain and saw that his face was as pale as that of a ghost, his whole countenance in panic mode. The nurses discarded my sticky work skirt and cleaned my lower region up with a soft towel and water.

"Will she be okay?" he asked, totally distraught.

"uncle what happened?  One of the nurses on duty asked him and he didn't even bat an eyelash.

"I was sleeping when I heard her screaming in the toilet. I rushed in and met her clutching her stomach. She must have slipped or fallen in the toilet from the pain because when I got to her, she was barely conscious with a bump on her head." He lied smoothly.

I looked up and he pinned me with a hard stare. I felt pitiful as I realized that all along, he already had the perfect story to cover up his act. He didn't hit me anywhere noticeable. He gave a flawless explanation.