Peter pov
During the party,the MC played a silly game. I didn't like that he made Reth kiss another guy in my presence, though I haven't told her how I felt about her,I wouldn't let anyone touch her, she was mine.
I couldn't watch any longer I could feel blood in my palm,I already gave myself injury my blood was boiling I wanted to murder the boy that kissed reth, I stood up to go home but my body kept pushing me back to the school party,I didn't want to leave Reth alone in school so I went back when I saw she was already in one of the classes. On my way to see her,the guy who kissed reth crossed my part and I couldn't control my anger I punched him unexpectedly,his nose and jaw were bleeding,I wanted to disfigure his lips so he would never try it again, people came to separate us and I saw Reth,she looks so disappointed. I felt embarrassed,and I left the scene. What if she never wanteTwo days passed, and I heard nothing from Peter, I had to take permission before going to visit him,I got to his house and was given a warm welcome from his family. It was like my second home, Peter's older siblings knew me and also my history,They were like my own siblings. Peters mom never suspected anything,she just thought peter and I were best of friends,so she sent me to his room,to wait to him since they had other visitors in their parlour. I went to his room nervously and he wasn't there,so I relaxed a little, while looking around,I stood up to look at his frame on the wall,it was a picture of him when he was much more younger,he looked so adorable. I let out a slight smile but immediately I heard someone approaching me. I froze on the spot. It must be Peter,as I turned to confirm I was pinned to the wall and my hands hel
When I got back home,I felt relaxed,and still guilty,my legs finally got used to standing,"if my legs were wobbly after being fingered now imagine,it's condition after sex" placing my hands on my lips like a fraustrated woman," how can I say that outloud,what If someone hears me" "Reth who are you talking to" my mom's voice startled me,that's when I realized I was talking to myself in darkness,in the middle of the parlour, I went to take my bath then wore my pyjamas, my sister wasn't around so I had the whole room to myself,it used to be fun, but after the intimate scene with Peter and I,I don't feel good sleeping inside any longer. But I had no other option anyway,I layed on my bed and took my phone,it was the only cure for boredom,and I slept in peter's house so I won't sleep early today,I watched some cool videos about dogs,I really love animals well not all.
I stare at the people holding hands while passing, the balcony has been my quick pace to depression, even prison is freer than my current life, how can they contain happiness so freely, they are human rights. “ Rethabile !” Mom yelled from the kitchen what is she yelling for in particular?I stood up sluggishly walking to the kitchen, and there she was with bulgy eyes, and I prepared myself for a deafening sound, that was sure to come. “ The kitchen’s dirty! Why are you standing there? What have you been doing since morning ?” All these are questions I have grown to get used to, but can't express, you really don't have a say in a n African home, it's totally impossible , and my mom wasn't any different, even in the 21st century. I just can't wait to be a little bit free from yelling, why can't she respect my boundaries knowing I love doing things at my own pace? And besides, those endless water droplets that I always match in the kitchen make my hair spike,
I try to tell myself that there's nothing serious. She is just mentally ill, that's all, besides my life is more complicated than normal, but my heart couldn't stop dancing to the horror music played in my head, and all I could was take a warm bath, it always helps. After my lunch and gradually drifted to sleep, just to be awaken again this ime, my brain had formulated a nightmare capable of paralysis, this wasn’t like other cliche dreams with animated monsters, but this time i was totally convinces i had murdered somone in my past life. This time i was chased by angry villagers with war forks and flaming woods, dressed in animal skin and had dreads, weird for a child born in the early 2000s, perspiration trickled down my body as i ran for my dear life, it was hard with the rocky ground And soon i had began to feel dizzy from all the running and slumbed just beside a river bank and thinking all hope was lost , i felt everything freeze, i knew something bizarre would happen, immediat
I stare at her, why is she so happy that her own daughter is bleeding? “I know you are confused, but you are totally fine, you have finally become a woman,” she said, and my eyes popped, her statement stupefying my sense of reasoning. What have I been all my life? a human? That's weird, “ so rethabile do me a favor, stay away from men, you know women can get pregnant, and any man that touches you, you become pregnant,” she added, making my heart pump. Not only have I attained the name woman, but I can as well get pregnant. I don't want that, I overheard someone saying it's painful, I don't want that, and now no one can touch me anymore, “ Mom, if James and David touch me will I get pregnant?” I asked as confusion settled in my heart, “No Reth, your brother can touch you and that's all,” she said, then taught me how to fix a pad on my panties, it looks like a chore already, and once again, I was so reluctant to actually try it, but if my blood keeps oozing like t
"Ma'am, I have personally come to report rethabile to you, she has been a bad child, and as you can see this, she has forgotten her bags in school." " You don't mean it". " Yes I do, am I lying?" He asked Tears had stormed my eyes again as I began to fidget, " speak up rethabile!" Mom yelled, making me fall on the floor, " Please don't scold her, she's just little, their mouths are full of lies and deceit just to get whatever they want, they don't know real-life struggles," he said. Mom stared at him like she was actually listening. Maybe she was, she nodded to his every word and I know she felt connected in some way, it hurts, she won't believe me, she never does " Take this inside," she says. It felt like my demons were staring at me, in human form, and walking a step felt like a thorn in my flesh, " fast!" She yelled and I yelped, taking it from her and then heading into my room. She didn't ask about the bruises she doesn't care either I run into my ro
Depression had rolled in, and all thanks to my mom's hospitality and assumed doctrine certificate I had been diagnosed with an illness. Deep down I knew I was fine, and fear had its place in everything. But oh well, welcome to Nigeria. Three days passed and I seemed to have to return back to school. I felt like I was going on a journey of no return. I did a series of prayers and mantras, hoping I won't see him. The school gate welcomed me, but he wasn't there. That's a relief, the classroom was void of his presence as well, no one spoke about him, he usually parades the class, but he didn't today. Every second felt like my end was just near, but he wasn't around, and the day ended. After hours of waiting for a bell, I ran home thanking God for a successful day with a panic attack. Two weeks passed and he wasn't in school. I was happy that I didn't have to face him, things were going back to how they used to be until whispers began to spread. We were all
Mom was so busy with work, I won't say I wasn't happy she was, but her presence matters a lot, sometimes, we had days when we braided hair, it was like a tradition, and having a 4c natural hair means war and pain without proper management. And that's more than enough reason to keep my hair braided for a long time, and after so much detangling, washing, and tying tight buns, I couldn't take the pain of combing, so I confronted mom about it, weird enough when she was in the middle of a conversation with a client. Bad timing, but I don't want the stress anymore. I could see the annoyance on her face, which soon disappeared, ‘ you won't kill me before my time” it's also a normal word, in an African home, which is usually accompanied by, I did not kill my mother so you won't kill me. She directed me to a salon a little bit far from my house, though it was the first time going outside to dress my hair, Mom would always dress my hair for me, even though I had full a