IN MY HEAD

CHAPTER FOURTEEN- SHE- DEVIL

Dedicated to wappywaffle for making a book cover for me(; Picture above)
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CHAPTER FOURTEEN
_SHE DEVIL_

JASON'S POV

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I stepped out of the she- devil's bedroom feeling disgusted at myself. She shoved the bundle of money at my face and told me to leave her room. Every single time I stepped into that bedroom I felt like a man whore, I wish I could leave but it was impossible especially since she's the one paying for my fees at school.

I entered my room, locked the door then I made my way to my study desk. I rummaged through the drawer as I intensely searched for my only hope of happiness, 'cocaine'. After minutes of searching I finally found it. Nobody would have thought some seven years ago I would ever become a drug addict.

_TEN YEARS AGO..._

It was just a few weeks after my mother's burial. I was the last child of my parents, I was given birth to at their old age. I had senior sisters who had long been married before I grew so big. I was the only boy in the family of the Opeyemi's.

My father had died three years earlier of leukemia, my mother was devastated but I tried my best to make her happy all the time so she wouldn't feel alone. The day she died in my arms was the day my world began to crumble, she'd had a cardiovascular arrest. I was naive and didn't know what I could do to save her at that moment.

I was sitting in the living room with my senior sisters and my mother's junior sister, ' aunty Lara' had come along with her first daughter 'Mbola' discussing on who would be able and willing to take care of me.

"Mbola, I think it's best if you could take care of Jason since you would soon get married to an extremely rich man". Aunty Lara, my mother's junior sister suggested.

"Hmmmm, mummy I hope you know I'm not going to marry that old man". Aunty Mbola clarified.

" If you don't plan on marrying him, why did you spread your legs for him?" Aunty Lara raised her brow.

"Enough of this back and forth argument". Aunty Eniola the first daughter of my parents interjected.

" All I know is that I'm not marrying that old man. By the way I thought we all agreed that he would take care of me and give me some properties instead of him offering marriage." Mbola continued the argument.

"Yeah, yeah we did. Please let's not divert from the main reason we are gathered together today". Aunty Katherine the second and last daughter of my parents whom I often called aunty Katy. I wondered why my parents decided to give the both of us English names while they gave Aunty Eniola a yoruba name.

"Well, you all know my husband's family will not allow me to harbour a child that is not mine in our family house, so count me out". Aunty Eniola confirmed.

"As for me, I can't take care of him. It's not possible. My family and I are barely feeding. I can't carry extra responsibilities on my shoulders". Aunty Katy said.

"Lie, lie with the way you have added weight since you married,just say you don't want to take care of him instead of making up flimsy excuses". Aunty Mbola countered.

"Hmmm, well..." Aunty Lara the eldest of them all and my mother's junior sister, was about to start before she was interrupted by Mbola.

"Mummy I will take care of him before you start saying you have five children you have to feed and you wouldn't be able to take care of Jason so I would do it. I hope everyone is happy". Aunty Mb said and adjusted herself on the seat.

" Thank you ma, thank you so much". I thanked aunty Mb I was beginning to think everyone was going to leave me to fend for myself.

"Aren't you my fine little cousin, anything for you". She said while playing with my cheeks.

That was exactly how I found myself two weeks later, seating on the back seat of the taxi, aunty Mbola boarded to pick me up. I said my good-byes to my sisters and the taxi drove off. The car parked at the front of the black medium sized gate. I watched her open the gate and to my surprise it was a beautiful white bungalow. She took me into the house and to my bedroom.

Hours turned into days, days into weeks, weeks into month but Aunty Mbola took care of me as her very own son, she'd given me special treats and made me feel like a special child to her. At times, I wondered why she treated me with care, love and compassion. Time went by and I began to see her as my second mother instead of my cousin. There were times I called her mummy because she catered for me like my second mother.

Little did I know that she was a wolf in sheep's clothing. I felt a slight tap on my leg in the middle of the night. I used my right leg to shove the hands out of my left leg. I was so tired that night, especially when I just finished watching a marathon of victorious an hour ago. It couldn't be morning already, so why was my sleep being disturbed. The slight tap became harder and I jolted up, my eyes felt really heavy because I was extremely tired.

"Mum?". I asked when I realized it was aunty Mbola.

"Jason remove your clothes now". She commanded.

"Why? The weather is cold". I questioned her. I blinked my eyes trying to fight off the sleep but within a blink of an eye, I saw aunty Mb standing in front of me naked. I tried shouting but it felt like my voice had disappeared from the surface of the earth.

"Remove your clothes Jason, don't make me repeat myself again". She said coldly.

"But why?" I asked again, fear creeping and making it's way to my mind. I wondered what she was about to do. The naive Jason back then, thought I was about to beaten but no it was a whole different scenario.

"Rubbish". Aunty Mb said as she made her way to remove my clothes herself, she removed my shirt, the trousers of my pajamas as she removed my boxers a smile broke into her face.

"For a ten year old, your penis is okay". She said smiling ludicrously. She laid down on my bed, carried me on-top of her and before I knew it I felt my penis inside a foreign hole. She moved my body and controlled my body movement that night. I cried profusely begging her to stop but she turned deaf ears to my pleas. Once she was done, she made me promise not to tell a single soul about what happened that night, if not she would throw me into the streets of Abuja.

Losing your parents made you vulnerable to life especially when you are still in your dependency age. The event that happened that night continued consistently till it was now my obligation to satisfy her lustful desires.

Years passed by, I was still constantly reminded of my parents death. I had nightmares that I couldn't help myself overcome.

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I find myself crying again, I can't help it. Each time I remember that night I still cry but just where nobody can find me because in the society where I live if a boy or man cries you are considered a weakling.

I sniffed the cocaine that was on my table. I took it till my head became blocked. I became sleepy, I checked if the door to my room was locked and I went to my bed. Cocaine wasn't cool but it made me feel much better, more like forgetting my pain for a moment.

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AN; Early update!!!

I won't be available by Monday and I was like I have to update because I don't think I would be available throughout this week. So please if I fail to reply to your comments on this chapter I want y'all to bear with me because I would reply anytime I'm available.

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