Scarlett Ngcobo

Chapter 40

The one who grabbed my neck when I tried to run. Slapped me hard I fell down. I tried to get up but his boot connected with my ribs. The pain was excruciating! He dragged me to the other two. I tried fighting him but that only angered him. He picked me up only to punch me. I bit my tongue and tasted blood.
“Uyindoda wena angithi? Uyalwa? Sukuma silwe njandini!” he kicked me again and again. All I did is lay there and shield my face. I will take the beating if it means I won't get raped.
As he kicked me like a soccer ball, I felt a vibration in my pocket. If only I could somehow answer it and hope that the person hears what's going on. I kept on trying to press the buttons on the side, hoping one of them will automatically answer the call. The vibration stopped. At this point I didn't know if I switched the phone off or answered the call. One of his friends stopped the one who was attacking me. Right now I was Rey Mysterio and he was Brock Lesnar! I was a cockroach he wanted to crush.
“Mbambeni!” one held my hands while the other held my legs. I tried moving but they were stronger. The one on top of me, unzipped my jeans and lowered them to my knees.
Please don't. Please..” I begged through hiccups. “Iemand help my asseblief.” (Someone please help me.)
“Umsindo yeses. Thula Sfebe! Trust me you will enjoy yourself.” my underwear followed. The coldness from the ground against my butt, reminded me that there's no going back now. I was going to get raped. Again. If only I had went straight home from.. I didn't even want to mention her name.
He tried to kiss me but I move my face. He slapped me again.
“Shesha phela nathi siyafuna!” (hurry we also want some!)
He used his dirty fingers and shoved them into my anus. The pain I felt. I couldn't scream due to him using his other hand to shut me up. Next thing I felt his penis on my vaginal opening.
“Please...”
“That's my girl. I want you to beg for it.” without any warning, he pushed his penis inside. I felt like vomiting. The alcohol that I had in my system was out! I was too sober for this. “So tight yeses.” he pulled out and rammed into me again. He let out a moan that disgusted me further. “Fuck umnandi baby.” I silently cried.
After he reached his orgasm. He got off me so his friend could enjoy his time as well. They pulled my jeans and underwear lower than where it was. He used his saliva as lube on his penis. I couldn't help myself I puked.
“Fuseg! Yini le manje?” (what's this now?)
Me puking turned them on. He spread my legs wider and insterted his member slowly in. Halfway through in, he pulled out again and repeated the process again. My throat was dry from trying to scream.
“Yerr saze samnandi isfebe Yoh!” I felt something wet on my forehead. The one who was holding my hands, was giving himself a Handjob. Him groaning and his friend painfully going in and out of my vagina. I lost touch with reality. There's no coming back from this. My boobs were squeezed and my clit was roughly rubbed. The part that angered me, was how my body betrayed me through this shameful ordeal. He turned me around. In a doggy style position. I had stopped begging. Right now I was praying for a miracle. All I could do is to cry silently. He inserted himself in the anus. This time I screamed. A scream filled with pain! I was weak! I kept on screaming. He was enjoying himself, my agony made it more fun for him. Me screaming and begging for mercy, gave them the strength to devour me. All I was to them, was a dish they got for free.
He would finger me as he mercilessly fucked my anus. “Out of them all, wena you take the cup stoko!”
I guess the one holding my hands got tired of stroking himself because he shoved his penis into my mouth.
“Suck it wena!” with the little bit of strength I had, I bit him hard. Through his screams of being in pain, I bit bit him and never let go.
“What the hell is going on here?” I heard someone's knee meeting someone's chin. I tried getting up but I kept falling down. I tried again until someone held me and I screamed.
“Please don't! Please just let me go. Please.. please.. please.”
“I'm not going to hurt you it's me.” I looked up and it was the guy I danced with. “It's me.” he helped me up. I looked around and his other friends were beating the shit out of those who raped me. “They won't hurt you again. Can you get up?” I shook my head no. He helped me up and pulled my jeans and underwear up. My entire body was on fire! I couldn't stand for a long time. I kept on loosing my balance, but he didn't let me go.
“We're waiting for the police then I'll take you to the hospital okay?” I nodded.
One of his friends approached us. From fear, I started crying again. He stopped where he was standing. Looking at me with pity. “I'm not going to hurt you I promise. I'm a doctor, take this it will help with the pain.” he put a bottle of water and painkillers on the ground. “We'll wait over there for the police.” He left.
“Do you want me to call someone for you?” the first people who came to mind were my parents. I sobbed. They can't see me like this again. Why do I keep on making the same mistakes again? I gave him Lutendo’s number. I don't know why I would want him to call Lutendo..
I tried to sit in my car as he called Lutendo but I quickly stood up because of the pain.
“Here, he wants to talk to you.”
“Khanyisile?”
I broke down. Hearing his voice.
“Baby talk to me. Where are you? I tried calling earlier but it took me straight to voicemail. I called Kele but she didn't know where you went as well.”
“I.. I .. I'm at .. uhh...” I couldn't say a thing. I gave the phone back to the guy. He can tell him where I am.
“I sent him the location okay. Don't worry you will get justice.”

When the police arrived, Lutendo arrived as well. He was with Kele. They ran to me and as soon as they saw how I looked, Kele broke down with me as for Lutendo. I couldn't read his face. He turned and looked at the guy who was holding me.
“Tumelo?”
“Lutendo!” they bro hugged. It looked like they know each other.
“You two know each other?” Kele asked them.
They nodded. “From varsity.”
It felt as if my jeans were wet and I had severe abdominal pains. I touched between the thighs and my hand was full of blood. I freaked out.
“Chommie what's wrong?” Kele asked.
“Is it necessary for the police to question me now? I am in so much pain and the bleeding is making me weak.”
“You need to go to the hospital first. I'll go and tell one of the officers that we taking you to the hospital. They'll ask you questions there.” I nodded.
Lutendo held me and walked me to his car. I stopped him and asked him about my car.
“I came with my cousin. He will drive it to your apartment.”
“Okay.” we slowly walked to his car. It was difficult getting inside. I couldn't sit on my butt. The pain was unbearable. I couldn't lie on my sides as well because of how they attacked me. I had to lie down facing up. Uncomfortable as hell. Kele kept on brushing my hair as my tears flow. I silently cried until we reached at the hospital. Thank the heavens it was a private hospital. A porter met us halfway and I was rushed to the emergency room. I asked for Kele to be with me in the room. I didn't want to be left alone. Because of the amount of blood I was losing, the doctor suspected a miscarriage. It made no sense because there was no way Jasmin could get me pregnant. I had to remove all my clothing and put them in a paper bag. They used a rape kit to collect evidence to make the case stronger. I wanted the entire process to be done and over. Blood was collected for HIV, STIs and pregnancy.
I had an ultrasound scan and it showed some remains of pregnancy in my womb. Her speculation was right, I was pregnant. Blow after blow. I was not given a chance to decide for myself whether I wanted this baby or not. A nurse gave me pills that would help my cervix to open up and help me miscarry, the pregnancy remains. Luckily I didn't have any internal bleeding due to the broken ribs. After cleaning me up and inserted the drip, they wheeled me to a normal room. I was given, the morning after pill, antibiotics for possible STIs and Post - Exposure prophylaxis (PEP). I was also going to be on Antiretroviral treatment for 28 days (ARVs).
I looked around for Lutendo but he was not in the room. Who am I kidding, he is probably disgusted. I was in pain. The doctor said it's expected because of my broken ribs and the bleeding from the miscarriage.
“Ms Ngcobo, I would suggest therapy. After what you went through today.” she sighed. “I'll book you into therapy myself.”
“That won't be necessary doctor.”
“Right now is not the time to be stubborn Chommie. The doctor knows what's best for you. Let her help you.”
Your friend is right. You can't deal with this on your own. You need...
I stopped her before she finished. “I'm saying it won't be necessary because I'll go and see my own therapist. I'm sure she can squeeze me in.”
“Okay Ms Ngcobo, please do so. Ohh, the police will be here tomorrow to take your statement. I told them to let you rest for tonight.”
“Where's Lutendo?” I asked Kele.
“I don't know. He just left without telling me where he is going. Only thing he said, is that I must not leave your sight.”

My eyes got heavier with every minute. I didn't want to sleep I knew that their faces were going to haunt me for the longest time.
“Chommie you can sleep I'll be here when you wake up.”
“That won't be possible. I don't want to see their faces.” I started sobbing. She came and sat next to me. “I don't want to see them again. I don't want to relive that all over again.” she brushed my shoulder and hummed softly for me. I couldn't help but slowly close my eyes..
Stop! Please.. just stop. Please.
“Khanyi?”
Make them stop. It's too painful. Tell them to leave me.
“Khanyisile vuka!”
Nooo. Leave me alone. Just stop!
“Khanyisile wake up.” I woke up panting and looked around the room. I panicked seeing a male figure in front of me.
“No..no..no.. please don't hurt me again. Please.” I tried moving back but I only hurt myself in the process.
“I'm sorry for scaring you. It's me Lutendo. I'll go.”
“No! Please don't go.”
“Are you sure?”
I nodded. “Don't go...”