7 Years Ago He Raped Me And Ran Away, Now He Is Back And Wants My Son- Part 1

I wasn’t doing too well in school, well, the truth is, I never liked sciences but my parents wanted me to be a medical doctor hence I had to take science subjects which were not really my forte.

My dream has always been to wear the wig as a lawyer and appear in court to defend people and cases, all that dream has long disappeared. It has been 3 years of struggle since I started my senior secondary education in Owerri.

If only my mother hadn’t died from that breast cancer that tragically took her life, I would have still remained in Aba with her, but now am in Owerri with my step-mother who does not really believe children have a say in what to do with their lives. 

I cant say she disliked me but giving me an opportunity to chose, the same way my mother would have allowed me was a far distant cry. So I ended being a good and obedient daughter and followed her wishes. But my grades were not encouraging, not at all.

As the final exams approached, she decided to get me a private lesson tutor. I initially liked the idea since it will afford me the perfect excuse to leave the house to the extra moral lesson center with my friends since most of them were already attending same.

But my excitement was quickly dispelled when I realized I was to have a one on one personal tutor, worse is, he will be coming to the house every evening to take my classes. This means, I get to stay at home longer now and face the house chores too squarely. 

The first week was hell. The guy was so boring with his teaching and the fact that I had to attend to my step sister in between the classes just made it worse for me. By the second week, our interaction had improved and I realized he wasn’t that bad after all.

2 months passed by quickly, Francis was now an integral part of my day. From school, I will hurry back home to clean the house and every other instruction my step mum had dropped for me. All this was so I have enough time with Francis, lesson or no lesson.

He was the choir master and youth leader in the church and also an engineering student at the state polytechnic. I felt safe around him. You should have seen the way he prays when we about to start a class, he was spirit filled, or so I thought.

I normally don’t have classes on Sundays but my exams were starting in a weeks time, we needed to do a revision of all we have been doing and hence the extra day was added. It was also meeting day, so my step mother had to leave for the town hall. It was just Francis and I in the house. I had no reasons to be scared because of how well he had been behaving himself.

I remember I was 18, my feminine features were well pronounced. I had a size C cup bra and a waist size of 34. Not bad for an 18 year old girl. I also just finished my menstrual circle for the month; my breasts were bloated and extra sensitive at that particular period.

When Francis came, I realized he was gazing more at my chest than he usually does. I went in and added an extra sweater just to wade off any silly ideas. On my return, he asked; “are you feeling feverish?” To which I responded in the negative.

1 hour into the lesson, he requested for water as usual. I stood up to go get it and I could feel the weight of his gaze on me, scanning my backside in the skirt I wore. I was beginning to feel a bit uncomfortable because he normally does not pay attention to me or my body parts before now. 

Little did I know he had something planned for me, as I bent down to fetch water from the water dispenser in the dinning section, little did I know he had tip toed behind me and grabbed me from behind. 

Jesus I screamed, what are you doing? Please I beg you leave me alone please. All my pleas fell on deaf ears. He lifted me up and brought me to the sitting room, I was struggling to break free his hold but he was way stronger than me, he slammed me on the 3 seater couch, I hit my head on the arm railing at the edge of the leather seat. The pain was sharp and instant, I felt it right through my bones.

With that, I lost my coordination as I reached for my head, I could feel my hands slightly soaked with my own blood. My head, my head, he looked up to see what had happened to my head and dismissed it with a wave of hand. I could hear him say from afar “If only you had not struggled with me, you won’t have this cut on your head, but it’s not deep”.

He tore through my clothes, while I battled with not losing total consciousness. He went ahead and violated me. I was too weak to shout but still, he covered my mouth with his big sweaty palms. The taste of his salty palms in my mouth was awful, I puked the moment he removed them. I can’t recall exactly how long it took but the pains all over my body suggested he was at it for a while.

By the time he stood up, I was motionless and barely gasping for my breath. He quickly wore his shirt and zipped up his pants. “I am very sorry, it’s the devil that took over me, please forgive me”, and with that said he turned and left me.

To be continued