I didn't went back home. I spent the night there. Although I received countless of calls from my parents and Surhail. I still didn't reply any of them and I didn't call them back.
I was extremely grateful it was Friday, I wouldn't miss my papers. I didn't know how to face my parents. I was confused, disoriented, my mind was blank .After series of calls to Alhaji Bello finally picked up.
"What?"
"Um..I sent you a message and you didn't reply just an emoji. And I have been calling and you're not picking"
"I know."
"What do you mean by you know?"
"I saw the message. It just sounded funny." He chuckled. "Do you think I'm stupid Fatima?"
Fatima. No pet name. Just plain Fatima. When was the last time he called me Fatima?
"I.I don't understand. "
"What's that rubbish about you that you womb will be damaged? How's that my concern?"
"I don't understand. Its your child." I yelled.
"Abort it but even if you decide to keep it don't ever mention my name or I swear to God I will destroy your parents."
"Alhaji Dan Allah, please I'm begging you, you don't have to marry me. Just accept the child please."
"Accept what? How am I even sure that it's my child?"
"What are you talking about? You know you're the only one I'm sleeping with."
"I'm I? I didn't even take your virginity, Perhaps you have many others at your beak and call. Let me warn you now. That child in there is not mine and it's not my responsibility, do what ever you want to do with it but count me out." And then he hung up. I cried. I cried so hard that I felt I would stop breathing due to the tightening in my throat.
Why was this happening to me? What had i done to deserve this? Why me? I screamed to the air. When I felt my phone ping. I immediately looked at it. Maybe it's him, perhaps he called back to apologize and finally way out but it wasn't him instead it was Surhail.'I know where you are. We are coming to get you.'
My heart skipped. What did he mean by we? Could it be he and my parents?
The thought immediately made it way to my head..the same time I heard the knock on my door."Fatima, open the door." My father.
There was no where for me to go. I couldn't hide in the bathroom, they would still find me.
My heart was beating frantically. I knew what awaits me behind the door. I knew what my dad would do to me immediately I opened the door. I didn't want to even test the theory. For a minute I contemplated jumping out the window but then the suggestion itself was already proving futile in my head. I was on the third floor unless I wanted to commit suicide.
I heard keys rattling and the door handle turning. That was it. I was going to get killed
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The first person i saw when the door opened was my father, then my mom, Then Ammi and lastly Surhail.Every person with different expression. All sort of looks, angry, disappointed, relief and guilt.
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Teen FictionCompleted.✔ Highest Ranks. #1 in Kano on 22nd October, 2020. #2 in hausa on 1st November, 2019. In 2019, Fatima Bukar got a scholarship to study in Laura High. Amiss the private institution, she discovers a world filled with drugs, sex and abortion...