Mummy was outside washing her clothes one Saturday morning while continuously singing this song ‘COVER ME WITH THE BLOOD BY GLORIA OLUCHI’ I kept pondering on what to do considering what uncle Felix had been doing to me.
Mum sighted me and abruptly remained silent. She removed her hands from the clothes she was washing. “Come.” Mum said, mõtioning her left hand and I went to meet her. I kept biting my left thumb but mum shunned me and removed my hands from my mouth.
“This one you’re walking like someone that they’ve drained every single drop of blood in. Elohor what’s going on? Or you want to tell me that you’ve not eaten anything since morning? What happened to the spaghetti I cooked?”
“Mummy. I…, I.., mummy I’ve eaten. Mummy I’m.. I’m scared.” I stammered, cracking my fingers.
“Elohor. Scared of what? What is it, talk to me. I’m Your mother.” Mum quizzed as she sat me on her laps, buttoning my chest that was a bit opened while I turned my face to the other side.
“Elohor come here fast!” Uncle Felix thundered from the kitchen. “Elohor your uncle is calling you go and meet him.” Mum said and and I stood up and left. Going to meet him was like going to meet the Dêvil himself. In my mind I was crying bitterly but I had to just oblige.
“Elohor so it’s me that will wash this your plate for you abi?” “Please I forgot. I’ll wash them. It was actually mum that called me.” I pleaded kneeling..
“Is it not how you kept your face that made mum to suspect that something was wrõng? So if not that I called you, that is how you would’ve exposed everything abi!!” He bellowed and pressed me against the wall.
“I didn’t say anything. I didn’t say anything please. Please believe me. I only told her that I’m scared!”
“Hmmmm. You better mind your tongue I believe we had an agreement. So better respect yourself.” He whispered to me, released me and left. My heart began to race, I began panting like someone that ran a marathon race.
I dashed to my room, locked the door, pulled my skirt and began removing the small piece of cloth I had placed in the middle of the two pãnts I was dutifully wearing because of the excruciating pains emanating from my V*G. I discovered that the piece was soaked with blood as usual. I carefully removed it and rushed to the bathroom to flush the small piece. After successfully rinsing my V*G, I changed back to a different pant and left.
Uncle Felix had been staying with us for two months and he should be in his 30(s). Mum had always trusted him, oblivious to the fact that he was a wolf in sheep’s clothing. My elder brother and sister(Kevwe and success) were still in university and I was just 16 years old. My junior sister who was nine, attends a boarding school. Felix had been making moves on me for over two weeks and successfully got me deflowered one Sunday night. I was bleeding constantly but I kept it hidden from everyone exactly as Felix had threatened.
Daddy was constantly busy with work, so he didn’t have time to focus on family matters and on top of that, he was the one battling to sponsor us to school with his salary while mum provided for our eating and some home items like clothes, shoes, etc.. Mum was a part-time teacher in a private school, so she spends a lot of time at home, and she also owns a hair salon. She had a manager working in the shop, implying that her attention is not generally required before making transactions and for the past few years, I hadn’t paid a dime to make my hair.
We returned from church as usual one day. Mum and dad left, saying they needed to check on one of their friends with whom they had a vital discussion.
Immediately they crossed the gate, Felix carried me to his room pulled his trousers and began stroking me. During that time, the bleeding I was experiencing had stopped.
“Uncle please I’m not feeling fine. Please” I criêd out because I was aware of the sufferings and excruciating pains I had endured the previous time. It was still ringing on my head like a warning bell. “Relax it’s okay. I’ll take you to Market square and buy you ice cream. Don’t worry there’s nothing there to worry about. I believe you’re no longer bleeding.” He repeated this as he lifted my top to yank it off.
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UNCLE FELIX
To be continued.
Story was written by Nicholas Stephen
