Rufi sensed everyone is hiding something from her. They had pat her in a bubble.
She hated that feeling. Isolation.
Worse, she had an intuition that whatever it is they’re hiding was for her good, they’re protecting her from something.
Ivan is improving so it couldn’t be him. What then?
“Mum, what are you guys hiding from me?” she asked her mother later that afternoon.
“What?”
“Mum please, let it out”
“Its noth…."
“Mum?”
“Honey we ….”
“Mother?”
“Rufina please don’t make me do this”
“Come on mum”
Ms. Nelson looked like she’d prefer to walk on hot coal to talking, she did though.
“Alright! Alright! I don’t know where you got you stubbornness from, promise to handle it maturely”
“Promise” she does not like this start one bit
Jackson Grey was sentenced to life imprisonment yesterday”
“Jackson Grey?” she asked lost “who is Jackson Grey?"
Ms Nelson looked as though she’d been asked to kill half the worlds population
“Mum are you ok?”
“Y-yes”
“Jackson Grey?” she pressed
“Hmm….Jackson Grey … was … the man…”
“What man mother?”
“Rufi please!”
“Come on! Jackson Grey was the man …?”
Ms Nelson fisted her hands with her eyes closed as she let the words roll off her tongue.
“Jackson Grey was the man who raped you”
Rufi felt the ground give way.
* ***************************************
The cool breeze of June’s early morning was doing wonders to her as she strolled along her garden. Ivan had been brought home, the doctor had advice it. He still hasn’t regained consciousness but he was in top shape.
It took Rufi a lot to come to term with the idea that the monster who raped her had a face and a name.
She had found out too that he had not rape her because of anything she did or didn’t do. She just happens to have fitted into his 'victim squad'. Young, beautiful and naïve.
Different Anti-rape societies took it upon themselves to locate all Jackson Grey’s victims. It was easy since he provided their basic information in his album. Not surprisingly more than 2/3 were in bad conditions. Some had committed suicide.
It is heart breaking to see the parent of dead victims on TV everyday, some in a state of chronic depression.
There was another group of victims. These once were alive either because they did not succeed at killing themselves or were too broken to even think.
Then the little group that recovered well enough like Rufi and Yvonne.
So many people had died and so many destinies molested because of Jackson Grey.
Rufi had been having nightmares lately and her mother told her to seek closure.
She never looked forward to seeing Jackson Grey but after last night she booked a flight and decided to go.
Jackson did not give her that opportunity ‘cus just as she was packing her bag, breaking news announced his death.
A fight has broken out that morning in prison and that was where he was butchered.
Jackson Grey is dead.
Gone for life to wherever is fit for cold hearted monsters like him. She was relieved.
All that was left is Ivan waking up.
And she would be complete.
He would, he is strong enough and he would come back to her.
* ********************************************
Rufi sat beside Ivan, telling him everything that had happened during the day.
She told him how she, Bernice and the whole honey source team were holding things down for him.
She told him about Ana-Blaire's promotion exam that would end soon. The end of session party coming up in less than two weeks.
Ivan had always been present at Ana-Blaire's party.
She told him of Diana who had been sentenced to eighteen years imprisonment the week before.
“We miss you Ivan” she told him.
It was just her and Ana-Blaire at dinner. Callie had returned to Denmark. Everyone had returned to their life as thing were getting better.
Rufi would forever be indebted to Callie and every other members of her family for staying with her. Their bond had grown stronger during this trying period
She could boldly say she’s got the best circle.
She loved her family and now truly believed Ivan and Maria’s comment about her.
If she isn’t an angel to have this glorious life then she is a damned good angel charmer to be surrounded by many of them.
It is a pity that Alexandro Dallas Brown did not see that part of her.
She got ready for bed as Ana-Blaire concluded her essay.
“Mama would you read it before sleeping?”
“Of course dear, goodnight, love you!”
“Love you too mama”
Ana-Blaire dropped the note on the couch so she picked it to read. She had refused Rufi reading bedtime stories to her. That was strictly Ivan’s job and until he....
“Hmm”
Ivan?
He had moaned!
“Ivan?”
“Rufi” his weak voice replied.
“Ivan! Oh my God, can you hear me?” she hurriedly climb the bed to check him.
“Are you trying to rape me?" was his weak yet cute reply.
“Naughty, naughty, naughty, husband I’ve got" she cried relieved.
Her family is complete.
Then she laughed.
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General Fiction"No matter what happened to you back then Rufi, there ain't no thing dark about you. You are an Angel. My angel" his words.... She was raped in her thirteenth year of life, she was banished from her home. Rufina Brown loses her luxury life in a mome...
