The Colonial Heart ✓ (Editing)

Chapter 16

A M A

As I collapsed onto my bed, exhaustion enveloped me, and my mind wandered back to William's gentle smile and soft, curly black hair which made me ever so want to twirl my fingers around.

His thoughtful gesture of bringing me exotic desserts had touched my heart. Perhaps I should reciprocate with a gift?

A soft knock on the door broke my reverie.

"Come in,"

I said, but my stomach clenched as Akwasi entered. His presence was like a dark cloud, suffocating me.

"Get out," I hissed, but he ignored me, sitting on the edge of my bed with an air of entitlement.

"Ama."he started

"I was wrong to hit you. Forgive me," he said, taking my hand and kissing the back of it. I pulled away, revulsion coursing through my veins.

"Leave. Now," I commanded, pointing to the door, but he remained, his eyes pleading.

"Ama, are you cross with me?" he asked, his voice laced with feigned innocence.

My anger boiled over. "You hit me, humiliated me in front of my parents and made my mother hit me!, all of it at your own father's funeral... You should be ashamed."

My words cut through the air like a whip.

Akwasi's face contorted in a mixture of pain and desperation. "I'm sorry, my love. I was jealous of your indifference. I promise to love and cherish you, to be worthy of your heart I won't ever touch you again." His words dripped with sincerity, but I saw through the facade.

"Akwasi, I appreciate your words, but I don't love you. I love someone else." The truth spilled from my lips like a liberation.

His face twisted in rage, and he slapped me, the force sending me stumbling back. Akwasi's grip on my wrist was like a vice as he pulled me close, his hands roaming my body like a possessive claim.

I struggled, panic setting in, as he forced his lips onto mine. The kiss was a brutal assault, devoid of passion or love. I pushed him away, but he only deepened the kiss, his hands tightening around me.

Liar

Liar

Liar

'you said you would not hit me'i thought still trying to break free.

Tears streamed down my face as I feared the worst.

Surely he would not go against a woman's will .....right.

'he kissed you against your will surely he would do more against your will'
The stupid mocking voice at the back of my mind said putting more fuel on my state of panic.

I managed to break free and ran, my feet carrying me to the safety of the tree I and William have grown fond of.

There, I collapsed, tears consuming me until exhaustion claimed me.

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As I emerged from slumber, the melodic chirping of birds greeted me, a stark contrast to the turmoil that churned within.

Memories of the previous night's events came flooding back, like a relentless tide of despair. I rose, smoothing out my skirts, and began the arduous journey back to the house that I resided in which now felt like a prison.

My mother's voice, laced with venom, assaulted me as I entered. "Ama, where have you been?" Her gaze scrutinized me, devoid of warmth, filled with hatred and
disappointment.

It was astonishing how one man's treachery had ravaged our relationship, leaving only a barren landscape of resentment.

"I was almost ravished by the man you wish me to marry," I declared, my voice cold, detached. "The man you see as a god is nothing less but a rapist." I expected solace, a glimmer of empathy, but my words only fueled her fire.

"You dare call your betrothed, our chief, a rapist?" she spat, her face twisted in disgust. "What have you become, Ama?"

I stood tall, tears streaming down my face. "What have I become? What have you become? You behold your daughter in distress, yet it stirs no compassion within you. Why refuse to see Akwasi's true nature? I shall never find happiness with him, and you know it, yet it matters not to you!"

My mother's expression remained unyielding, her eyes flashing with contempt. "Get out of my sight, you wretched woman."

The voice within me whispered, 'She could be the wretched one.'

I turned to my father, seeking solace, but he averted his gaze, his face etched with sorrow. "Ba-" I began, but he turned away, leaving me with a chasm of despair. I felt betrayed , I felt as if I had been stabbed, I felt as if I had been crucified by the ones I loved the most....

I retreated to my room, locking the door behind me, and surrendered to the torrent of tears that had been building within.

The lump in my throat threatened to consume me, as I wept for the love and understanding I had lost.

When was life so bitter?

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Oh poor Ama but her sorrow is only going to deepen and deepen and deepen.

Well I hope you enjoyed it thought and thank you so much for reading