IN NEED OF A LIFE

IN NEED OF A LIFE

I was tired of the cycle of my life of just cleaning up this huge house, making sure that food is always available, getting beaten up by my aunt , getting raped by her husband and being his sex toy. 

I went nowhere apart from the store, knew no one apart from the beasts I lived with and understood no true emotion aside pain. I needed a life of my own and at nineteen, I had read enough books with numerous motivations to get me through but I needed a plan.

 I thought to myself and knew I had to get some money because I have heard of how unsafe and unfair the world out there was and did not want to jump from a great fire to a greater fire but the question was how I could get money since I knew no trade and had no education. 

The only educated thing I knew how to do was to read and it was something I enjoyed but it could not fund or feed my escape plan. I would not really need a plan because a month after I racked my brain on how to get the finances or plan my escape, an incident happened and I knew I had to escape and that was what I did. I escaped.

My aunt was off again for a fashion business venture as usual in Italy and I was almost rounding off my chores. I wanted to arrange Dr Matthew's room last because even though I knew he was not around, I was scared of that room but I had to clean the room and dress his bed. 

After reciting some motivational words that I read from a book, I entered the room. With careful steps I began to carry out my duty. I looked to the bed and the image of him cuffing me and raping me flashed before my eyes and I had to close my eyes and breathed in and out for a while before I continued.

 I looked under his bed and saw some used tissue paper under his bed and I knew what they were used for but I chose to act like I did not. I was sweeping them out from under the bed when I heard the door open. 

I stood up abruptly to meet the face of a man I have dreaded the mere thought of all morning. He barged in like he was in a rush to take something but stopped on seeing me. He had an angry scowl on his face and my uneasiness increased a tenfold on seeing that look. 

He gruffly what I was doing in his room and I stutteringly told him how I just wanted to fix his room and do his laundry. He eyed me up and down and I tried excusing myself from his over bearing presence when he asked me to strip.

 I was tongue tied because I thought he just wanted to get something from the room and get back to work. I began to fidget and he bellowed at me telling me that he had no patience for my rubbish and I should do as told.

 I didn't know where I got the courage from or maybe it was because I was so tired of feeling less of myself or maybe I had come to terms of preferring death to the current state I was in because the next second, I looked him in the eye and for the first time, I told him ''NO'' in the bravest voice I could mutter.

 Shock crossed his facial features for a brief moment and left almost as immediately as it came.  If I was not facing him, I might not have noticed it. He looked at me and guffawed ever so intimidatingly.

 My newly built resolve almost faltered because I was expecting an indignant look but definitely not that despicable laughter he spilled out.

 As he quietened, his laughter transformed to a murderous look and I knew what was about to happen. I tried to rush past him when he flung me back. He flung me far and hard and I collided with the fine wooden edge of the bed.

 Tears gathered at the corner of my eyes on the impact and my right hand flew to my waist that felt like it was broken. He strutted towards me and grabbed me by my hair and started dragging me to the bed while I flayed my legs around like a displeased child.

 The tears I was trying to suppress earlier came rushing hard and he pulled me up to push me to the bed. He hovered above me and said ''why do you resist me when you know exactly how this would end?''. I refused to cry further as I looked challengingly into the eyes of the devil. He whispered in my ears and barely said two words when I bared my teeth like an animal and bit his ear hard. 

I felt a slight satisfaction on tasting his blood on my tongue and as I watched him clutch his ear. He held his ear and brought his hand to his face and saw the blood he saw on my teeth on his hands.

 I knew he was raving mad and I knew what was coming next. He dealt me several severe blows until I felt like there was a crack in my skull. He stood up from me and moved to recover something from his wardrobe and I took that opportunity to roll to the other side of the bed. He had already found what he wanted and turned to my face which had a lot of bruises and I could feel the wetness of something I was sure was my blood streaking down my face. My throat felt dry and parched and as I licked my lower lip, I felt the swell there but I could not concentrate on that because the mad man across me held a knife up and had a sadistic smile on.

I managed to push down the lump that was forming in my throat and he jumped on the bed ready to pounce on me when I tried rushing out the door again. His long legs ate up most of the space and he was in no time at my front and tried to slash me with the knife when I bent diagonally. He stood aright and tried aiming for my throat again but I rolled under the passing of the knife and was at his back. He turned around so fast and was obviously angry at missing twice. He lurched at me again and sliced at my arm as I was a tad too slow to move back. I held the spot and bent down. He came at me and I stood up fast, he tried slashing at me again and I kicked him hoping to aim for his groin as I had read many a time could be a weakness to his specie but at the last second, he had held up the knife so I ended up kicking away the knife from his hand and that left a cut under my foot. 

The both of us looked to the direction of the knife at once and as I was about to go for the knife, he threw himself at me and the both of us tumbled to the floor but I was in motion when he threw himself at me so he landed below my pelvic region. My gown was already ridden high up to my thigh and on seeing his 'prize' a stretch away, he rode my gown higher but I tried to stop him.

 With the little energy in my left hand due to the cut and my good right hand that had not much energy either, I tried resisting but it was fruitless.  I saw that he was going to have his way again so I searched for the knife above my head frantically. I came in contact with the hilt of the knife and slashed across his chest but I missed and dug the knife into one of his hands as he tried to defend the second slash. I did not stop there and stabbed him in his belly.  He looked at the knife in his belly, then at me and as he was about to curse at me, blood spurted out of his mouth. I stood up, opened his door and ran down the stairs as fast as I could.