Broken-Broken - Episode 2

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So, in the last episode, our narrator had just committed an abortion and you could deduce that she is just sixteen years old...hmm...let's see what happens next and what the deal with the fear of her mother is all about.

I hope the picture up there shows, that is the mother!

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“Are you through with what I asked you to do? See, I have someone special from the government coming here tonight , I do not want to sight even the slightest dust. Where is that good for nothing child?”

I cringed in the corner of my room as I heard mother’s voice from the sitting room.

“She..she..is in the bathroom…” Mama Zainab replied, I could feel the lack of confidence in her voice. She was afraid of mother…

“What nonsense! Is she giving birth in the bathroom! Would you call her out for me this minute! I do not have time for this nonsense!” Mother shouted at her and soon I heard the sound of her shoe as she walked away, climbing the staircase that led to her room.

I waited until I could hear it no more, then I slowly stood up, holding a hand to my rumbling tummy, back to my bed.

My stomach hurt a lot, ever since I did what I did last week. It was like somethings that have come together probably to hold the baby in place are now  forcefully going back to their places…..the lady nurse had said it was cramps…to me it was a torture.

I could hardly breathe.

Mama Zainab was our cleaner who didn’t live with us, she would usually come from her house

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. She had been covering for me. She was the only nicest person to me and she was also afraid of mother.

The door creaked and I saw her come in.

Her white hair shone against the white bulb in my room…I could see concern all over her wrinkled face. She shouldn’t be that old, probably in her early forties or fifties, but, try working for mother for two years and you would look twice your age….pardon my grammar for that but you know what I meant.

She moved to me on the bed, placing a hand on my forehead.

“Oh dear poor child! You are burning up. What do we do? Your mother must not hear of this! You know how she does.”

I sighed heavily, closing my eyes, trying to stop the spinning room. I could still feel the blood rushing out of me, this time it was thicker, I could feel it as it squeezed it way out of its entrance, dropping into the last pad that I have been using since last night…actually the only piece that remained.

“Zainab, I don’t know what to do. I …I can’t do anything like this but I don’t want to put you into trouble so I will try stand up….”

I realized she wasn’t saying anything, then I looked at her, she was touching a red stain on the bed…

“Oh my God! Are you on your period?”

I nodded quickly.

She looked confused.

“Thought you told me you couldn’t see it.”

“Well…I later did.” I replied weakly, hoping I would have convinced her enough. We were looking at each other and somehow, she connected everything together, looking at me in horror, she placed a hand over her parched lips.

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. I knew I had lost.

“Oh my God! You were pregnant, from that rape, right?”

I nodded, bursting into tears. Quickly, she bent over me, hugging me and rocking my back with her frail hands.

“I am so sorry. Oh my God! You are too young for this. Why didn’t you tell me, I would have followed you?”

I said nothing, the tears were just flooding down my cheeks. I had only told her of the rape but not the pregnancy.

“Did you tell her about the rape?”

“Yea, she didn’t believe me.” I replied as I recalled that night I had gone to tell my mother.

She was busy applying make-up to her face when I burst in…she was terrified and angry but I was more angry when I saw the same man still lying half-naked on her bed, covered only by the towel around his torso, looking at me as if nothing had happened.

I was dumbfounded and my heart was beating so fast. I was so confused.

“What do you want you this stupid girl? Are you crazy to have burst into my room like that? How many times do you want me to tell you to never come here?”

I had said nothing...instead, I pointed at the man. “He..he…raped me…he raped me.” I stammered weakly, falling to my knee and looking at my mother desperately hoping she would arrest him or do something.

Instead, she had looked at him, he shrugged. “That girl is really out of her mind. Send her away.”

Just like that, mother had faced me again and said to me sternly, pointing to the door.

“Get out!”

I had wanted to protest but, she pushed me out, slamming the door after me…I had cried bitterly that morning until Mama Zainab had found me .

“Did you buy any pill?” Mama Zainab asked me, interrupting my thoughts and I nodded.

“Good, do you still have enough pad?”

I shook my head.

She sighed. “You need more pad, your blood flow won’t stop anytime soon. I am hoping your mother would pay me today for both last month and this month, with that I can get you some.”

I smiled and was about to say something when the door suddenly burst open-

Standing by the door, looking as beautiful as ever in her sparkling diamonds and expensive gown, was my mother, she looked very angry.

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Okay, let's just say that will be a big Gobe! So what do you think will happen next, knowing the kind of mother she is?