Anna's heart pounded as her aunt stepped into the hospital room. The air grew heavier, and a cold chill crawled up her spine. Aunt Regina's expression was unreadable, her sharp eyes scanning through Anna before turning to Dr. Collins.
“ You had no fucking right”, Mrs Regina said,her voice calm but filled with anger. Dr. Collins didn't make a move. “ I had every right, Regina. Anna is a child. She deserves an education, proper care, and a future and this is something you have been denying her of which is not fair”. Regina's jaw tightened. She stared at Anna, and for a moment some silence stretched between them.
“ You want to go to school?” She asked her.
Anna swallowed hard, her fingers twisting into the bedsheet. She had never been given a choice before. This felt like a trap to her.
“I….” She stammered out of fear.
Regina stepped closer, lowering her voice.
“ You think school will change anything? Do you believe you'll be anything more than what you are?”. Anna twisted her fingers confused on what to say. “I don't know,” She admitted, forcing herself to meet her aunt's gaze. “ But I want to try”. Aunt Regina studied her, something unreadable flickering in her eyes. Then,She turned back to Dr. Collins.
“ Fine,” She said. “She can go to school”. Anna's breath left her. Just like that?
“But,” Aunt Regina continued, her lips curling “ She will still fulfil her duties at home. She will wake before dawn to complete her chores before school, and when she returns, She will work until nightfall. I won't tolerate laziness”. Anna's stomach twisted.
Dr. Collins grinned . “ That's unacceptable. She needs time to rest and time to study.
“ Or she doesn't go at all”, Aunt Regina cut in smoothly. “ Those are my rules and terms. Take them or leave them”. Anna's chest began to shake. The hope she had felt just moments ago began to dim.
“ You can't do this”, Dr. Collins said, his voice lowering and filled with anger.” After all She's not a servant, Regina”.
Aunt Regina's stare deepened. “ Oh, but in my house, She is”.
There was silence over the room for a while. Anna could feel Dr. Collins' frustration, but she also knew her aunty too well. If he pushed too hard,She would take back her offer entirely. Anna took a shaky breath. “ I will do it,” She said calmly. Dr Collins turned to her.
“ Anna,You don't have to”. “ I will do it,” She repeated, louder this time. She met her aunt's gaze with quiet resistant. “ If that's the price,I will pay it”. Aunt Regina laughed out a mockery laugh. “We will see how long that lasts”. Without another word, She turned and walked out of the room, leaving behind a suffocating silence. Dr. Collins ran a hand down his face. “ Anna, this isn't fair”.
“ It's the only way,” Anna said , trying to steady her shaking hands. “ If I don't accept, She would not allow me to go at all. But by this way,I will have a chance”. Dr Collins exhaled sharply. “Then I will check in on you. If I see that you're struggling”. Anna forced a smile. “ I've been struggling my whole life, Doctor. I can handle it”. But even as she said the words , a seed of doubt planted itself deep in her heart. Because she knew Aunt Regina and she knew this battle was far from over.
The following week, Anna stood outside the grand gates of Brixton academy,a prestigious school reserved for children of the wealthy elite. The towering building loomed before her,elegant and intimidating, with polished stone walls and towering windows that shone in the morning sun. She clutched the straps of her worn out school bag, her stomach turning as she watched the other students arrive in pristine uniforms, their heads held high as they laughed and chatted with friends. She didn't belong here. The realization struck her harder than she expected. She was just the poor, unwanted orphan of the Earnshaw family. A girl who had spent her days scrubbing floors, not attending fancy schools.
“Move,” A sharp voice whispered behind her. Anna barely had time to turn before a girl shoved past her,nearly knocking her off balance. The girl had pink curls and cold blue eyes, her uniform crisp and expensive looking.She stared at Anna's second hand clothes with a disgusting look. “ Who let a beggar in?” Laughter erupted from the group behind her.Anna felt very embarrassed.
She opened her mouth to respond but stopped. She recognised the girl. It was Charlotte Earnshaw,Her cousin. Anna's heart pounded heavily. She hadn't expected Charlotte to be here. Charlotte itched her head, amusement flickering in her eyes.
“ Wait… don't I know you?” She said mockingly. “ Oh, that's right. You're the little maid who lives at Aunty Regina's house!”
There was a roar of laughter at the back. Anna didn't say a word, She just kept on staring at her. Charlotte smirked.” You may have tricked Aunty Regina into letting you come here, but don't think for a second that you belong here”.
With that She turned on her heel and walked away, her group of friends following closely behind.Anna stood frozen,her heart beating fast and confused on what to say.
Not long After, She got a call from the principal of the school. She went to her office, sitting stiffly in the chair waiting patiently for Mrs Thompson in her office. Mrs Thompson was a tall woman with sharp eyes and an air of authority,folded her hands on the desk and looked at Anna with a measured gaze.
Mrs Thompson:” Anna Earnshaw, I called you here for an important matter. Do you have any idea why I called you?”. Anna hesistated, gripping the edge of her worn out school bag. “ No ma”. The principal sighed and passed her a letter across the desk towards Anna. “ This is an office from the school administration department. According to our records, your school fees have not been paid in full. In fact, you still have a large outstanding balance”.
Anna swallowed hard. “But…. I thought my aunt…” She cut her words, realizing the truth before she could finish. Of course, Aunty Regina hadn't paid.
Mrs Thompson:” Your guardian was informed so many times. This is the third letter we have sent home. Did she mention anything to you about this?”. Anna shook her head, her fingers tightening around the paper. “ No, ma. She never told me anything about it”. The principal's lips pressed into a thin line.
“ Anna, if your fees are not settled soon,you will no longer be allowed to attend classes”. Anna's stomach twisted in pain, She had fought so hard to be here. And now, if things were not acted fast , it could be taken away”.
Anna:Please ma, I didn't know about this. I will talk to my aunt, probably she forgot.
The principal raised a sceptical brow.
“ Anna, your aunt is fully aware. I personally spoke to her on the phone last month and she assured me that the payment would be made”. Anna felt her breath left her, at that point she didn't know what to say again.
Mrs Thompson:” I will give you to the end of this week. If your fees are not paid by then, you will not be able to return to Briston academy”. Anna's heart began to beat fast . She knew exactly what her aunt would say. She would tell her that she never intended for her to stay in this prestigious school. That she had only placed her here temporarily until she found a better alternative for her. That she didn't deserve to sit in the classrooms as the rest of the wealthy children
“ I understand ma,” She said gently. The principal studied her for a moment before nodding her head.” I truly hope this get resolved, Anna. You have potential. It would be a shame to see it go to waste”. Anna forced a nod,but deep down inside her. She was afraid. She had come so far. But was it all about to slip through her fingers?
The hostel corridor was quiet when Anna returned. The usual hum of gossip and muffled laughter from other rooms sounded distant, almost unreal. Her steps were slow, unsteady—like someone walking through a fog. She reached for her key with trembling fingers, struggling to fit it into the lock. When the door finally opened, she stepped in, closed it behind her, and leaned against it as if her entire world was caving in.Her room, dimly lit by the pale evening sunlight filtering through the curtains, offered no comfort. The same mattress on the floor, the pile of books she hadn’t touched in weeks, the dress she wore two days ago still lying carelessly on the chair. Everything felt foreign, like she was looking at a version of her life she no longer belonged to.She stumbled to her bed, collapsed on it, and broke into heavy sobs. Her chest heaved as she cried into her pillow, her body curling into itself. Her throat burned, her stomach churned. Every fiber of her being felt dirty, broken.
Anna couldn’t sleep.All night she tossed and turned, her mind replaying the fragments of the horror she had only just begun to piece together. Her skin crawled under the blanket, and no matter how many times she shifted her position, the emptiness in her stomach and the dull ache in her thighs refused to go away.Just as the sun threatened to rise, she shot up from her bed, clutching her abdomen. The nausea hit her like a violent storm. She stumbled to her feet, barely making it to the waste bin before retching uncontrollably.Her breathing was sharp. Sweat beaded on her forehead as she wiped her mouth shakily. Her hands trembled. She sat on the edge of the bed, staring blankly at her surroundings—books scattered, the bedsheet wrinkled from a sleepless night, the air thick with confusion and shame.A knock echoed on the door.“Are you okay?” a voice asked softly from the hallway.Anna pressed her palm to her chest and tried to steady her breath.“I’m fine,” she replied quickly, her v
The first rays of morning crept through the sheer curtains, casting golden streaks across the tangled bedsheets. Anna stirred, her head pounding, body sore, and mouth tasting of dread. Her vision blurred as she blinked awake, the scent of stale alcohol and male cologne heavy in the air.Her limbs felt foreign, exposed—naked.Her breath caught in her throat.Panic clawed at her chest as she pulled the sheet tighter around her bare skin. Dimeji lay beside her, sprawled on his back like he had not a care in the world. Shirtless. Smirking.She scrambled up, clutching the sheet to her chest. “W-What happened last night?” she whispered, heart hammering against her ribs.Dimeji rolled his eyes lazily and stretched. “What do you think happened?” he said, his voice annoyingly casual. “You passed out. I handled the rest.”The blood drained from Anna’s face.“You... you touched me?” Her voice broke. “You had sex with me while I was unconscious?”He sat up slowly, yawning. “Stop acting like a chi
The hallway stretched longer than it should’ve.Anna blinked hard, trying to steady her breath. Her heels tapped unevenly on the sleek tiled floor as Dimeji walked ahead of her, shoulders relaxed like this was nothing. Like this was normal.But her mind felt like it was drowning in fog.*How much did I drink?* *Why is everything spinning?*Her steps faltered. “Wait…”Dimeji paused and turned around. The hallway light caught the side of his face, carving his features in sharp contrast. His smile was still there—too calm, too sure.“You okay?” he asked, stepping back toward her. “You need to lie down. You’re swaying like a candle flame.”Anna leaned against the wall. “I don’t remember agreeing to… to go anywhere.”“You didn’t,” he said lightly. “I just figured you could use a break. You drank more than you realized.”He held up a keycard and flashed it before her eyes, like proof that everything was under control.“I booked a room earlier,” he added. “Thought it might come in handy. You
The next few days unfolded like quiet notes of a new song—soft, unsure, and delicately stitched together with silence and almosts. Anna had started to recognize the rhythm: classes with dull-eyed lecturers, dry meals she barely tasted, late afternoons buried in textbooks—and Dimeji.Always Dimeji.He had a way of showing up, like clockwork, sliding into the chair beside her in the library, headphones slung casually around his neck, that lazy grin tugging at the corner of his mouth.“You always read like the world’s about to end,” he teased one afternoon, setting down a cold bottle of malt drink beside her.Anna didn’t look up from her book. “It kind of is. Exams in two weeks.”He laughed, the kind of laugh that vibrated deep and smooth, the kind that made people turn to look, wondering what was so funny.“You act like the book’s going to bite you.”She finally glanced at him, brow arched. “It already has.”He shook his head, still smiling. “You’re cute when you’re grumpy.”She hated h
The library smelled of aged paper and soft polish, the kind of scent that wrapped around you like a memory. Anna stepped inside, her bag slung loosely over her shoulder, eyes darting across the familiar rows of shelves. It was one of the few places on campus where silence felt like a sanctuary instead of a punishment.She needed this—space to breathe, think, and maybe escape the echo of whispered judgment that seemed to follow her everywhere. The events of the past few days had weighed heavily on her spirit: the fight with Mercy, her temporary removal from the room, the warning from Dr. Asake, and that anonymous message: "Why did you fight?" It all swirled around her like a thick fog she couldn’t escape.This morning, she had woken up in her temporary room in the quieter wing of the hostel with a pounding headache and a deeper sense of fatigue. Her exam in Post-Colonial African Politics was in two days, and although she'd tried to study in the hostel, the tension made it impossible to