Uyangijabulisa

chapter thirty-four

TW!: mention of sexual harassment and rape. Please proceed with caution. My heart goes out to anyone who's experienced SA, may you find peace and healing. You are strong for waking up each day and deciding to conquer this world again, despite it all. With love, rattytales♥️.

"No, no! Please don't hurt me, please!" I beg him. He walks towards me, a sinister smirk on his lips. There's an evil glint in his eyes, promising me pain I will never forget in my life.

"I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry, please stop!" I beg as he continues to assault my face with slaps and punches, my skin ripping from the rings he has on his fingers. I'm whimpering now, the pain too much to bear, taking away all my will to fight.

He stops. Relief washes over me, maybe this is over. But then I hear his footsteps as he comes back, the sound getting louder the closer he gets. And then, once again, the whooshing sound of water comes before it gets dumped on me.

I get up with a startle, gasping as the images of my dream are still clear in my mind. I'm sweating profusely, and very much alone in bed.

It's been three weeks since that night, and these nightmares still persist. Even after the sleeping pills I got prescribed by the doctor, they won't stop.

With a sigh, I get out of bed. I walk to the bathroom to do my morning routine. As usual, I avoid looking at my reflection on the mirror. There are dark healing scars across my face that always leave me in a state of panic whenever I see them.

Ready for the day, I head out the bedroom and to the kitchen.

"Morning babe," I say. He's in the living room, watching soccer, as per usual. He glances at me and smiles a little.

"Morning moth'wak. I placed your oatmeal in the microwave," he says, looking back at the TV. I smile, happy that he made something I enjoy. He's been catering to me ever since my return from the hospital. I can't say I hate it.

"Thanks babe." I warm it up for thirty seconds before pulling out some ingredients from the fridge. Yoghurt. Maple syrup. Berries. A banana. Once I've plated everything up, I join him in the living room.

"You always smell good," he says when I sit next to him on the couch. He pulls me close to him, making me lean against his front while we both stretch out our legs on the L shaped couch.

"I know," I say with a smile before taking a bite of my food.

"I could eat you up," he says, taking a huge whiff of my neck. This one is crazy.

"I know you could, but can I at least eat in peace?" I ask, moving far from him when he tries to inhale my scent again.

"Afetsa ompha what I want?" he asks in a low voice. Of course he's turned on, this one is forever ready.

"No babe, I'm tired. I feel like a massage nyana at a spa," I whine. While sex with him is great, right now, I'm not in the mood.

"Finish up eating, I'll take you to one," he says. I look at him with excitement.

"For real?" I ask him.

"Yeah. And mama has been asking me about when you'll meet. Should I invite her ebe a girls thing?" he asks. My excitement deflates a little. It's not that I don't want to meet up with his mom, it's just that ever since the incident, I haven't seen anyone yet, except the two girls I hired a week after the incident to work in the beauty bar while I'm still recovering.

"Uh sure," I say. You know what? I can't stay hidden away forever. I can also finally go see my mother and brother too, who I haven't seen this entire time. They don't even know what happened.