~THE DEVIL ON THE ALTAR~
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Celestina came back in the morning to meet Patricia asleep on the floor and lines of tears on her face. She was so surprised and wondered what the problem was but because she saw her sleeping soundly she decided to let her be but she seriously hoped that all was well.
Patricia woke up around 10am with a severe headache and body pain, her entire joints were aching and she could not move for some minutes. When she summoned the courage to stand up, she felt an excruciating pain all over her body. She laid on the bed and the incidents of the previous night played in her head. She wanted to get it out of her mind so she screamed but immediately she was calm, the thoughts came back. She couldn’t help shedding tears again when the reality of her losing her chastity outside marriage in that kind of condition hit her. She could not attend lectures that morning and she was just crying and praying, she stayed in the room all day and spent most of the time in the bathroom trying to scrub out the feeling of his touch from her body and was also trying to wash away the filth she felt.
Paul had been calling her since she left his place and was so worried about her, he wanted to go over to her place to see her but he didn’t know what to expect because she might have told her roommate and so Paul could not visit her yet, he kept calling.
Celestina came back from school and met Patricia lying down and she greeted her but she didn’t even respond. She was so lost in thought and didn’t even know until Celestina touched her then she jolted.
“What is wrong with you babe?” Celestina said.
“Nothing oh! I’m just thinking about a lot of things.”
“What is that ‘a lot of things’ you are thinking about?”
“It’s nothing important.”
“Nothing important and you were so engrossed with it that you didn’t know when I returned. You have started with this attitude of keeping things to yourself right? You know it is not good to keep things to oneself? A problem shared is half solved,” Celestina said, hoping to get words out of Patricia’s mouth but she was not bulging.
“It’s nothing, girl.” Patricia turned to the other part of the bed.
“You have not taken your bath since morning, you didn’t go for lectures, neither did you cook and yet you keep on saying it is nothing.” Celestina was getting disgusted at Patricia’s attitude of secrecy.
Patricia did not even answer her. She didn’t know how to even start explaining that she stayed over because it was late and he was feverish then he forced her and raped her. ‘How does it even sound? Who will believe her? Who will defend her honour and say she was not guilty?’ Patricia thought to herself and started crying again. Celestina was fed up with this whole issue and didn’t know what to do. She had tried to ask her to know what was happening and she didn’t get a reply, yet, Patricia was crying nonstop.
“Maybe I should call Bro Paul, probably you will be able to talk to him,” Celestina finally said and was searching through her phone for Paul’s number.
Patricia heard her but she was too tired to protest. She could not raise her voice to tell her friend that it was that same Paul that caused her misery.
When Paul saw his phone ringing and the caller i.d, his heart skipped a bit and he started shivering, he didn’t know what to expect. Not knowing whether Patricia already told her friend what happened between them.
Celestina called back for about three times before she finally gave up thinking that he was busy and would call back once he saw her missed call.
“He is not picking, I guess he is busy.” Celestina spoke partly to herself and loud enough for Patricia to hear.
“He can’t pick up after all he did,” Patricia said and Celestina heard her.
“So now you are finally talking! Who did what and to whom?”
“I was not talking to you,” Patricia managed to say to her nosy friend.
“So, who were you talking to?” Celestina looked around to see if there was any other person in the room.
“I’m talking to myself,” Patricia replied sarcastically and they both laughed.
“Now my friend is back!” She walked into the kitchen to make food for them to eat.
To be continued…
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