BROKEN

episode 2

[Broken episode2]
"Dad"
"Zuhrah" he said, as a note of confirmation.

Almost immediately, the car door was opened and I was dragged out like a lifeless human.
The brothel disgusted me, I would have accepted being killed at the spot, but no, I deserve to die in a place far better than the land soiled with iniquity.
What I didn't understand was the reason my own dad dragged me back to the hands of this monsters, knowing fully well I was the one.

I saw madamme come towards me, her strides like that of an evil witch walking towards a victim of her evil spell.
She paid my dad off instructing him to go back to his duty post, while she asked Kaseem to take care of me.
He left without looking back, no trace of pain nor regrets. Oh how did my mum end up with this monster! That moment I knew I would somehow find my way to kill him if eventually I survive this, the only problem I would face would be my locating him.

Kaseem's lash brought me back to my present state. As instructed by madamme I was dragged into the room I shared with other victims and was stripped naked, This time, I served as a lesson to others.
Kaseem made fun of my breast which has slacked like that of a mother of ten,whilst ripping my flesh apart with each strokes of his whip landing on my bare skin. After the humiliation and whipping, my five years savings from stolen cash were collected, leaving me as penniless and useless as I was first brought in, tho this time far worse.

Fania, my Togolese friend and only friend I kept, came rushing to my sides immediately Kaseem left. She hated it when I called her Fania, for what is the use of the name she bore when the opposite was her fate?.
She washed the ordeal off my skin, muttering curse words under her breathe,but she couldn't wash it off my soul.

I woke up better, thanks to the pills that were forced down my throat, Madamme said she needed me to get back on my feet, loosing a customer tho practically mine due to preference, wasn't something she could cope with.

Tonight I resumed.
This time, totally different, dead yet alive.
The taste for freedom was suddenly quenched, replaced with the taste of getting to put an end to the man who gave me life.
The only thing I could wish for was the opportunity to pluck his heart out.
If he hadn't left, I wouldn't be here out of desperation, if he hadn't been heartless enough to bring me back to hell, I would have been half way through my freedom.

I laid on the bed, this time my feelings gone, fear, regrets and all gone, replaced with rage and hate,as different dogs have their turns on my body which has lost it's sweetness, sometimes I wonder what they enjoyed feasting on me.

8:15pm
13/7/2012.

I heard people wailing downstairs, the brothel was in a chaos.
"Fire" Fania screamed.
I was confused.
Didn't know where to run to, the Fire was coming from downstairs, nobody knew how it started out or who did.
I opened the door with the hope of making my way outside the building before being caught up by flames.
What I saw was alarming, they couldn't make their way past the door, the person responsible for burning down the building has locked them, no, all of us in.
The wail changed to that of persons being roasted alive, I saw Fania trying to make her way through the stairs, unfortunately she wasn't lucky enough.
I am not going to die like this I cried out!
Without hesitation, I took the small knife I had kept in my possession and did the only thing I thought as safe.

I wasn't sure if I should get up or stay put, fearing my ankle might have taken a different shape, still I had to move, as far from the building as I could.
Miraculously,
I didn't break a bone, checking for my knife, I saw it lying perfectly safe on the ground, just immediately, I heard a familiar voice call out.

Turning my attention to the direction I saw him running towards me, with his hands wide open like that of a baby reaching out for a hug.
I think his face were bright, his smile so wide I wondered what brought the spark.
This was a day I longed for, thank God I don't have to go through the stress of searching, the devil brought him to me.
I wasn't ready for a father-daughter reunion, I made it clear to him as I stabbed deep into his chest.

"Any last words before I get done with you?" I asked,giving him the last chance to make a wish.
"I am sorry,never did I abandon you, I left just to make a living, to give you a better life, unfortunately I could only get the fast money I needed through this, I made an oath not to leeeave unntil my years of service were completed. Th a day, I co dn't elp you out, ca use they wo ould ha ave ki illed us both.
I seeet the building on fi re so I could be a ble to t ake you home, I kn ew you were up and would make your way through"
"Dad!!!" I screamed, he was dying, I couldn't ask for help, his words piercing my heart,body and soul. There was nowhere or nobody to turn to, what have I done?!!
He placed his car keys and his phone on my palm,instructing me to use his ride and drive home as fast as I could.

"I am soorryy", he muttered his last words.

I came home safely, but the guilt of my irrational action, will forever cloud my vision.