MOTHER HOOD (Short Novel)

Chapter 1

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OMOYEMI

I saw the people panicking around me
I saw tears in my mother's eye. I saw my body on the hospital bed laying hopelessly

I was confused, how could I be at two places at the same time? My first body was on the  bed while the other me was standing few metres away from the bed.

I shouted but no one heard, I wanted  to console my mother but when I reached to touch her, my hands passed through her body.

What am I? I asked my self. I panicked.

I tried to go back to my body but I was thrown back by an unseen force.

Did I suddenly become the ghosts I've read about in novels or perhaps seen in movies?

I am still young. I'm just at the young age of 19. Is this how my sadistic life would come to a tragic end. I would forever be known as the girl who got pregnant as a teenager and died during labor.

I once led a perfect life. I was at my prime. I was the top student at my school. I aced my external exams . I was the belle of my school.

My life took an abrupt turn when I met him. The guy who came into my life and went out of it like the wind passes by. Abayomi.

It all started when I went out with my friends to a eatery about a year ago.

FLASHBACK

" That would be all" I said to the lady taking my order at the fast food restaurant.

I was about to was about to pay when I guy suddenly came and gave the lady his card.

" I got that " he said and I allowed him, on a different occasion I would have declined, but I was rather tired, I had travelled to Lagos to acquire a room I would be staying in during my school days.

I was going to be attending the university of Lagos.

I smiled politely at the guy and thanked him as I collected my order from the lady.

I walked over to the table my friends already occupied and placed the plastic bag which out food contents occupied on the table and sat down on a chair they kept for me.

I was in the middle of explaining how the guy paid for the food when he came to the table.

" Can I join you ? " He asked politely.

My friends Bisola and Funke looked at me and I looked in affirmation.

" Of course, I don't see why not " Bisola said.

We sat on a square table which only occupied four chairs so he sat on the last chair which was directly opposite mine.

" My name is Abayomi, can you guys make my day better by telling me yours " he said sweetly.

" This one get sweet mouth o " I thought.

" I'm Omoyemi, yemi for short " I said giving him a dimples smile.

" Bisola"

" Funke " 

My friends introduced themselves in unison.

" Your names are as beautiful as your faces, anyways, can I get your number Yemi? " He asked with an hopeful look.

" Sure " I said and we exchanged contacts.

I didn't know I was giving the devil my number. I didn't know that underneath all that sweetness was a really bad boy.

We continued talking over the past month, and a month after we met, we started dating.

Our relationship was anything but a holy one. We made out on several occasions and did many other immoral acts.

The straw that finally broke the camel's back was the day Yomi invited my to his house, three months after we began dating.

Coincidentally he was also a student of the university of Lagos. Our houses were close to each other as we lived close to the school.

This wasn't the first time I visited his house, but what was diverse was that his roommates were always there with us, but this time around we were alone.

I didn't read it as something serious at first until he started kissing me.

" Baby, this isn't why I'm here, you said I should help you with a math problem " I said pulling away from him gently.

He laughed and stood up, he made to the direction of the door and locked it, he then put the keys in his pocket.

" What are you doing Yomi, why did you lock the door " I said standing up.

He didn't answer me, he just came closer to be and started kissing me roughly. I tried to pull away but he slapped me.

He pushed me on the bed and starting kissing me violently.

I shouted but no one came to my aid.

He then raped me.

When he was done, he stood up, wore his trousers and opened the door.

He then asked me to never contact him again.

I shamelessly wore my clothes and dragged myself out of his house.

Who could I call to come to my aid?

No one.

Should I have told my mom that I visited my boyfriend's house alone and I was raped.

My parents were not ordinary devoted Christians, they were retired pastors.

I was raised in the holiest way possible.

I had few social interactions. My parents got me my mobile phone when I finished all my external exams. But to what good is that now? All their teachings never said anything about sex.

I was abused and raped, but I had to carry my cross.

No one would know about it if I just keep shut.

That was my greatest mistake.

A month later, I missed my period but I dismissed it because I concluded it was probably as a result of stress, our exams were coming up and I was ready to give it my all.

I started noticing some symptoms like vomiting and nausea, but I thought it was malaria.

I told a friend of mine who adviced me to go to the hospital instead of buying malaria drugs without a proper prescription.

I went to a nearby hospital on campus and I got some tests done after explaining my symptoms to the doctor.

Hospital

" I have the results for a Miss Omoyemi " a nurse said looking at the clip board in her arms and looking up.

" Here I am " I said and collected the results.

I opened the brown envelope and scrolled through it.

It was mainly about things I don't understand, I looked at the end of the paper and saw:

Malaria: negative

Typhoid: negative

Pregnancy: positive

I felt faint as the positive for pregnancy hit me with a shock.

I laughed sadistically, thanked the nurse and walked out of the hospital.

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