ABIKE'S TALE

Chapter 2

Today I'm in my room doing what i do all the time. I'm drawing . When people see my drawings they laugh and I really don't know why. In my point of view I draw really well. Mom would probably come in soon with my food. She's always putting on a straight face when she comes in.

Honestly, I think she has a feeling dad is responsible for my child but she doesn't want to believe it. In a sense my child would  be my sister. That is really weird. Would she call dad her dad? I really wish I can cut this baby out of my body. I really don't want it. I'm not even done with school. You're probably wondering dads reaction whenever he sees me, well he acts like I'm a ghost hunting him. He hasn't tried any of his molesting habits lately.

He thought mom would tell me to get rid of the baby but mom said to keep it. I hear the door open. Mom walks in with a tray in hand. She drops it on the bed and sits down to watch me eat, if she doesn't do that I really won't touch that thing because I feel like eating keeps the baby alive. I just try  to make myself happy but its really hard. I pick up the tray and sit comfortably on the bed. She never talks when I'm eating. She just stares, its creepy. Imagine your mom staring at you with a straight face, I feel like if flies perch on her she won't flinch or if mosquitoes fly close to ears making that annoying sound she won't chase them away. Initially it was weird but lately I try to hold in my laughter when she tries her best not to chase the flies away. She asks me just one question everyday,"who is responsible? " I began a countdown in my head 5.......4.........3 , she would soon ask the mood ruiner question. 2....... 1........ "Abike, who is responsible for your pregnancy?" She says with a frown .There you  have it. I look up and then turn to face her,"mommy I don't know" How do you tell your mom your dad is responsible for your pregnancy. Dad once said she would never believe me and that made me not able to say a word. If I told her she might hit me and call me a liar. She purses her lips carries the food  out and slams my door shut.

I've always been socially awkward not because I want to but I just feel so misused and I feel others see the invisible scars my father leaves on me. I remember the day I summoned courage to tell my principal about what my father told me to do to him  (remember I wasn't comfortablewith it). I stepped into the office with my well ironed school uniform and well polished sandals. I knocked thrice and heard a voice say,"come in" . I entered into the office and sat down directly in front of her. She pushed her glasses down to the bridge of her nose, stared intently at me as if asking me what I wanted in her office. I didn't mind that. I told her I was going through alot at home and I needed someone to talk to. She stared at me for three seconds then burst out laughing. Between her laughs I could pick out her statement ,"children of now adays, too much film". I just looked her in the eyes to try to show her a serious expression. She asked me "Dont you have a class? why are you walking up and down ? Or you didn't do your assignment so you think you can escape punishment by coming to waste my time?" The irony of it all was I actually didn't do the assignment and I just knew that if she asked to see it she would feel she was right all along. I just realised she wasn't the right person to talk to so I just got up and said in a slightly audible voice , similar to a mumble," Sorry ma". I got up and left the office. This happened before the pregnancy. That day I laid on my bed , tossed and turned. I couldn't even pray before I slept. I woke up extremely early, the Sun wasn't even out yet. I  realised I should have told my counsellor instead, Mr Agbolade. He would tell me if what my dad told me to do with him was appropriate because I'm still not comfortable with it. I got to school very early, I wanted to get everything off my chest before the morning assembly. I got to the front of his office , I took deep breaths, in..... and out..... I knocked on his office door thrice and I heard a deep masculine voice say,"come in"

I wonder what would happen next😢
Thank you so much for reading. I'm sorry I haven't written in a while. I never knew writing was so hard. I love you guys so much😊.
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