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"Shut the hell up!" The girl shouted, dragging Boma's hair."Abigail, stop that!" Donovan cautioned the girl but she kept on dragging Boma's hair.Boma cried out in pain as she struggled, her eyes shut tightly because of the pain.Donovan drew forward and separated them."Fucking slut!" Abigail cursed out at Boma."Stop it!" Donovan cautioned her again."No. She's a fucking whore!"The insults got to Boma. Donovan's grip on her wrist was mild so she easily slid free and threw herself against Abigail with all her might.Her move was so swift and unexpected that Abigail and Donovan were stunned.Abigail landed on the ground on her side. Boma seized the moment of her helplessness to sit on her and proceed with raining slaps and blows on her face.Abigail screamed in pain. "Get off me!" She cried out. "Get off me, you whore. Donovan, do something, please.""You -are -the-whore!" Boma yelled, punctuating each word with a blow. She continued her assault on Abigail for a few seconds until sh
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"Maybe you should just turn back time," Boma mumbled. "What did you say?" Donovan questioned darkly. She looked up at him with tear-filled eyes. "Maybe you should just turn back time," she repeated with a cry. "What do you mean by that?" He demanded with brows furrowed darkly. "You brought this upon me. If you had not forced me into your life, this would never have happened."His face registered fury."I chose you as mine and that is that. You will cease to complain about this issue. Do you understand me?"Even though she was frightened, she decided to speak out in resistance. Her chin lifted with defiance as she stared at him.He ignored her defiant look. "I said, do you understand me?" He repeated."I do not accept it. I never really did, so let me go now. Release me. I-I don't-I don't-" her voice began to waver horribly as he began unleashing his belt."Keep talking." He said, folding it in half."I don't-I don't-" she began, but paused as he took a step forward. At this poi
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She had no choice but to sit down. She did it slowly already sniffling softly because she knew it would hurt. Biting pain stung her bottom as she sat down. Her eyes filled with tears that began slipping down her face. He drew out a plate, put a couple of bread slices in it, and added the omelet. Then he made tea from the hot water in the flask and set it before her. "Start eating." He told her, a stoic expression on his face. The others at the table were eating already. Both seemed oblivious to her plight. One of them gave her a pitiful look. Even in her state, she knew he was feeling sorry for her. He was the same guy who had opened the door while she was locked in Donovan's room. Their eyes met for a few seconds before he shifted his eyes and focused on his food. She picked up the bread with shaky hands. She had no appetite. She sniffled tearfully as she took a bite. Donovan hissed impatiently, startling her. More tears flowed down her face. "That's it." He said roughly. "I d
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In class, Boma managed to concentrate as the lecturer analyzed the book -Little Snake and Little Frog. Boma thought about the story. The little snake and little frog were friends until the snake's mom found out her child's friend was a frog. She advised her child to eat it and not play with her food. Coincidentally, Frog's mum also found out her child's friend was a snake. She advised her child to stay away and not be an easy meal. Both friends adhered to the advice given to them. Playtime came and the snake called out to the frog but the frog won't venture close. The snake tried to trick the frog into coming close, saying they were friends but the frog's response to the snake was, 'What your mother told you, my mother also told me.' Boma found the frog's response perfect. She wished that in her situation, a piece of simple advice from her parents would save her. Maybe it would, but she didn't want to bother them and make them worry. Boma tried to ignore the threatening looks that
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The following morning, Boma stayed seated on her bed. She was ready for class but could not find the courage to leave.Hilda was already gone to class because their timetables were different based on the different degrees they were studying for.Memories of the threats and bullying she received at the bush path caused her heartbeat to pummel against her chest. Whenever it occurred, she would lose the courage to move forward beginning with baby steps such as leaving the hostel.Deciding to skip class, she settled back on her bunk bed, folded her arms, and stared at the ceiling, wishing she was somewhere else instead. She wished she could afford to leave the campus but there she was, stuck because it was a financially impossible feat for her.Boma's heavy thoughts came to an end at the abrupt ringing of her phone. She took the call, seeing that it was her Fidelis, her reading pal. She had not seen him for a while because he had been down with malaria and had to go home."Hi, Fidelis." S
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It was an evening void of rest because it was laced with anxiety for Boma. She stayed in the hostel, on her bed, worried.Ever since she was forced to part from Fidelis she was yet to hear from him.Several times, she had tried calling him on his phone but he neither took her calls nor returned them. The messages she left on his phone brought no response.All efforts to contact him were driven by her concern for his safety. She was dying to know if he was alright. She had to know because of the kind of dangerous person Donovan was.With regretful feelings of not knowing her friend enough to know where he stayed, she had gone to the library to check. She didn't find him.She had been hoping to find him during their evening class but she didn't see him there eitherAnger entered her as she imagined Donovan doing something bad to him. She hoped it was not the case. He couldn't hurt his cousin.The possibility of him not caring about hurting his brother infuriated her as she put a call ac
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After crying her eyes out, she managed to get control of herself as her phone rang with a call from Hilda. "Hi." She responded, fighting to make her voice steady. "I'm back at the hostel. Where are you?" "Do...Donovan..." She sniffled, unable to continue. "Are you okay? You sound troubled." Hilda's voice was laced with panic. "What about Donovan?" "I'm- I went to his place and now he-" she began with a rush. Hilda urged her to take a deep breath, and try to calm down before explaining. Boma managed to follow her advice and explained her current plight. "I'm really sorry, but you need to be strong and stop crying or you will break down completely. Try and keep your cool and see how things go and just avoid his trouble. Alright?" She sniffled. "Okay." "Survive, okay?" Inwardly, she knew she was on her own and decided to follow Hilda's advice. she would try and survive. "Okay." After the call, she felt a huge part of the tension leaving her. Talking to someone did help allevi
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Boma successfully reached the main gate and exited without encountering Phillip. Outside, she quickly took a cab headed for the campus.On her way, she noticed Phillip driving toward the direction of the estate. She turned her face away to avoid him getting a glimpse of her.Once she reached the campus and entered a shuttle inside, her phone started ringing with a number she could not recognize.She wanted to receive the call but the shuttle began to move and she could not receive the call because it became quite noisy with the noise coming from the engine.The phone stopped ringing but then the caller was calling again. She waited until the shuttle dropped her outside the library. Then she received the call."Hello." She said, moving to a corner and hiding behind a pillar. She was afraid of being sighted by anyone that might tell Donovan about her whereabouts."This is Phillip. Where are you?""I'm- I'm-" she searched for what to say. "I went for a walk.""But you know I was on my way
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