𝗛𝗢𝗘𝗦 𝗡𝗘𝗘𝗗 𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘 𝗧𝗢𝗢💦

Chpt 10

                Chapter 10

             Zahaire's pov

"Did you really have to disclose all of that?" I asked Sharrie angrily.

  "Yes, she will be expecting money when I go there and I only have what we accumulate up for my stay if I don't get a job, it's better to tell her and sees how she takes it. What else can we do we don't have it," Sharrie said in defiance.

  Everyone sat looking at us, I hissed and walked out of the house, I was worried so much over Janay and ended up spilling everything to my mother. She being the ever worrying woman told them all, I know they love me but I've let them down so much I'm worried they may soon grow to hate me. I fanned down the taxi and went to work.

  I've been working for about half an hour when my phone rings with Sharon calling, I didn't want to answer it but when she kept on calling I walked to a corner and answer.

"Hello?"

"Oh so you answered, your sweetheart must be enjoying the bed room set that you bought with her new lover. I'm digging into everything you do and when I'm finished with you, you'll regret withdrawing your marriage proposal to me," she said while I listened.

  She sounded like she didn't have nothing to do and was on her period that she never had. "I'm going to continue digging Mr. Nobody, that man that tried to rape you he should have ripped your ass open-"

My phone fell from my hand and shell out on the floor, I stoop down shaking in shock trying to pick up the pieces. I can't believe my night has gotten this worst, it was clear I wouldn't be using my phone again for the night if ever the screen was badly broken and the back. I tried hard to focus on my work but made several mistakes that I had to redo and thus lost my break time.

  My eyes burn with unshed tears and I tremble every now and then, I told myself over and over that it wasn't my fault that the man tried to rape me and that I was now twenty nine. I would heal but does one really heal from such an experience, Gonzalez has taken away my life I'm never going to heal from it no matter how hard I try. I didn't go home when my shift ends the next morning, I walked to a private beach where I could cry and my family won't see that I'm still broken.

  I had never wanted to come back home from the moment I started traveling, I just want to be far away from here in a different country from here. I can still see my father stabbing him and each time I see baby oil or smell it my stomach turns, Gonzalez had been what they all thought was a good friend to my father. My father had grown suspicious when he kept giving me money and luring me to take walks with him, I had no idea the man was gay and was trying to take advantage of my innocence. Even though he's dead I'm still angry and hurt, I had always refer to him as uncle and look up to him a successful engineer.

I allowed my tears to fall as Sharon's words echoed in my head, how did she even find out. I will put in a ill day for my day job because I felt too unstrung to go and keep up a good face. We can't even go back to where we used to live, people mocked us and few men who had relations with Gonzalez had been trying to kill us. The paperworks for all of us to migrate to my father's homeland Norway had been severed and I had jumped at the job opportunity to try and migrate to the United States eventually.

  A car stopped by the road side and I hissed, someone else was coming to enjoy the quiet private beach. I hope they just go far over the other side and stay-

  "So you still come here to hide?" Someone said behind me.

  I turn around and rubbed my eyes, then I jumped up on my father. "You don't think your mama will worry when  you break your routine?" He asked putting me away from him and looking me over.

  He then clasp me in a great hug and patted my back, it was then that I saw the police car. "We'll start the filing process again," he said and walked off.

  He got into the car and it drove off, I went and stand in the middle of the road. I must be dreaming I thought in disbelief, I flagged down an approaching taxi and went home. There were tears shedding all around, so he had been there. After so many years of refusing us to visit, he came home and only spent a few minutes before being deported back to his country of birth. What an unfairness that we could not go with him when he was our father.

  I looked at Sharrie she was now our only hope, my father had nothing to go back home to, he had came here to work as an engineer. All his families savings was spent on lawyer for his court trial and after he got sentenced non of his family members came back to see us. Our life was such a nightmare.

  "I have been calling you the whole time," my mother shouted at me.

  I place my broken phone on the table and walked to my shared room, I was distraught. I bought a new phone the following day and a new simcard.

  "If you're ill go back home," the supervisor said as I walked in at my day job.

  "I feel much better than yesterday and my phone broke which was why I didn't call in," I told her.

"You are lucky you look so fine now move along before I start drooling over you," she said and I laughed.

  I helped Sharrie to pack and accompanied her to the airport, in the weeks that followed I got lots of pictures of my daughter from her and was told that Janay was doing an online job. Another post with Janay's photos came out a month after which had an headline that said.

𝗔𝗱𝗼𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗵𝗼𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗮 𝗱𝗮𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘀𝗹𝗲𝗽𝘁 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗽𝗱𝗮𝗱.

  It received both negative and sexual comments and it was all over the media, the comments were outrageous as everyone wanted to know who was the man in question.

One commenter said. If she's so fine what do you expect? You're trying to get the world to look down at someone who looks too gorgeous for anyone to do so.

And another :-
Blame the man and not her, you're posting her pictures where's his?

And another:-
She looks like such an humble soul leave her alone and go and live your life.

  I found the original post and typed underneath it. Hoes need love too.

  My comment received many likes and replies and I hope Sharon feels bad when she read all the comments. Sharrie told me that Janay saw the posts all over the media but wasnt paying it any mind and that she had gotten a job as a waitress and will be out of the apartment most of the time. I worked even harder and saved hoping she got someone to do a business marriage with so she can stay and get her citizenship.

  I was in shock when she told me the month following that she had gotten married and began doing her paper work, she did not disclose any information to me and when I kept pressing her she sent me a photo of she and Janay getting married. I almost had an heart attack then hear my mother begin to laugh, I sighed upon realization of what was happening. I totally forgot they could do that in the States without anyone looking down on them are judging them.

  My baby girl was now sitting up independently, my sister was helping out Janay with the bills and things were looking up, I went to my night job feeling better than I felt in weeks. My father sends pictures of his house that he was repairing and with him at his new job, one day I will go to college and be certified I told myself. This time I wasn't going to make any mistake and fail.

To be continued...