My Virginity Gone
He turned the shower and let the water run down our body before picking up my sponge and soaping it up. Tears refused to fall anymore at this time, . I just stood there, accepting my fate and watching him bath me roughly.
He approached to my legs and looked up at me and I gently opened them for him. He concentrated on my pus*s*y, taking his time to properly wash it while he kept smiling up at me.
I'd never being naked in front of anyone else apart from Chizzy, but surprisingly, I didn't bother to cover up my bosoms at least. I simply let him wash me up.
After he was done, he hugged me and the water washed both of us clean. He got down and pushed me out and we stepped into the room.
*First Man: Lie down girl. I looked at him one last time with pleading eyes but he pushed me down to the bed. The other man came down on the bed too and started sucking on my melons while the first guy positioned himself before my entrance.
He shoved into me with no care and I cried out in pain. It was this time that my tears started falling. I cried as they molested me, taking there turns to have fun with my body.
I know I passed out at one point but they didn't stop because I got back to consciousness but they were still there, having their fun and depositing their sperms inside me.
We've being there for goodness knows how long before the second guy stood up and looked at the clock. I followed his gaze.
*Second Man: Boss na 2am o.
*First Man: Na the last round be this nau. Wait make I finish abeg. He thrusted some more before grunting and collapsing on top of me. He looked at my face and smiled before getting up.
He dressed up as quickly as possible before they left my room. I laid there, praying that I die than live to being treated this way. How could mummy be so wicked?
What did my late mother do to her that made her hate me this much? If I had known where my parents had being buried, I would have gone to their graves and curse them for leaving me in this wicked world.
I laid there till the wall clock told me it was 3:30am. I stood up from the bed, with so much pain. I tried to walk but I wouldn't except I separated my legs very wide apart.
I looked at the bed and I saw the stains, which were a mixture of my virginity and my period. I wasn't staying in this house anymore, no, I won't stay in this house.
I dressed up slowly, the pains reminding me of the torture I had being in some hours ago. I dressed up, padding myself and putting on the first cloth my hand laid upon. it was a big polo, one of Emeka's polos which I always wore.
I rummaged for a trouser but I found a short instead. I wore it, picked up my diary with the money I had hidden at the back of the clock. I searched for my phone and didn't find it then I knew without being told that mummy had taken it.
I walked with open legs outside my room. I was going to leave through the back gate. It was always locked from inside without a padlock. Emeka always sneaked out from there to buy suya which we always ate at night.
I had never used that gate before, because I never knew I would be leaving this house without anybody's notice. I had always thought that things would get better between us but I was wrong.
I opened the gate as quietly as I could before stepping out into the tender bush. I found my way into the streets, walking past familiar routes and saying goodbyes to them like they were my friends...........of course they were.
I was leaving home for an unknown place, with just #5000 and my diary. I silently prayed to God to direct my destiny. I had walked out of the housing gate, thanking God that the security men were fast asleep.
I hit the express, walking head up, with open legs through the streets of the Marada. I had walked a long distance, only paying attention to my silent prayers and thoughts when I heard a screech of tyres.......and then, I hit the tarred road with a thud....
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I awoke with a heavy banging on my head and lower abdominal pains. I attempted to raise my head but was unable to do so.
The last thing I remembered was walking down Marada Street very early in the morning. I slowly opened my eyes and realized I was in a hospital bed.
A nurse sat beside my bed, and there were various machines in the room. When the nurse noticed that I was awake, she dashed out of the room. She returned a few minutes later with a doctor who was all beaming with smiles all over him.
*Doc: Miss, good evening. How are you doing? I shook my head and held it.
*Doc: Where are you still experiencing pain?
*Me: My stomach and head are both burning. I said.
*Doctor: tell me how..... Nurse Please contact the gentleman who brought her here," He said.
*Nurse: On it right away. She left the room, and the doctor took the seat she had previously occupied.
*Doctor: Tell me, dear, how old you are.
"I'm 19 years old Doctor." I said.
Doctor: What is your given name?
*My name is Jessica. I said.
*Doctor: Would you mind if I called you Jessy? I nodded and smiled.
*Me: Doctor, could you please tell me how long I've been here?
*Doctor: Three weeks and two days exactly.
*Me: Wait, what? It sounded more like an exclamation than a question.
*Doctor: Absolutely, my dear. You were escorted here by a gentle man. He claimed he hit you without realizing it. However, after some tests, we discovered that it was more than just an accident. Please tell me where you were going that morning if you don't mind.
My eyes welled up with tears as I remembered the events of that Sunday. The events, I was certain, had permanently altered my life.
*Doctor: Jessy?
*Me: I had no place to go.
*Doctor: Where do you live? he asked.
"I live at marada" i responded.
*Doctor: Do you stay with your family?
*Me: No. They are not my my family. They are cruel and evil people. They are truly evil. They can never be my family.
He came in and sat on the bed, holding my hands.
*Doctor: Relax, dear. Please relax.
*Me: Should I relax? Should I calm down? Do you have any idea what they did to me? Do you have any idea? Should I calm down? You should stop asking me to calm down. He kept pleading with me to calm down, but the more he did, the more enraged I became.
He stood up and left the room as I sobbed uncontrollably, cursing Mrs. Constance and Dera for everything they'd done to me. I had just stopped crying when a knock came and the door opened.
A fine young man entered the room. He was beaming with smiles all over his face.
*Fred: Good evening, sweetheart. I gave him a sidelong glance before turning away. I was certain he was one of those selfish men who only found Mrs. Constance by molesting innocent girls.
*Fred: Hello, my name is Fred. How are you doing?
*Me: It's none of your business how I'm doing. Get the hell out of here. He was shocked by my response, but he quickly recovered his smile and sat down.
*Fred: Perhaps you've realized I'm the one who hit you. Please accept my sincere apologies. I understand you're upset with me, but don't let it show. You're still healing, and......
*Me: So I shouldn't talk to you because I'm in recovering? Why do you care in the first place? He smiled as he said, "Thank you for hitting me."
*Fred: But even if I hadn't hit you, you still needed to go to the hospital. I was afraid you wouldn't open your eyes and forgive me for adding to your suffering.
*Me: What exactly do you mean by suffering? I found my diary when he coughed and I looked at his hands. He clutched it as if he were the owner. I know I don't write about my daily life events in my diary, but it contained the most important aspects in my life including Daniel's number.
*Me: Please give that to me. He handed it to me quietly and without arguing, and I was grateful.
*Fred: So, tell me what you want to eat. I'd go get anything for you. I sighed as I looked at his face.
*Me: Mr Fred, you were talking about pains. What kind of pain are ou talking about?
*Fred: You're such a tenacious and stubborn woman. Actually, the doctor had told me everything that had been discovered while you were unconscious. But don't let that bother you. After you eat, we'll contact anyone you know to let them know where you are.