THE LIFE OF A NIGERIAN TEENAGER ✔

35~THE PASSING OUT

The car ride was quiet. Too quiet. After finding me in the hotel, the only thing my dad said was we should go home. I knew what that meant. I was going to get my ass beaten.

My dad was a man of few words but when he's angry. It reflects on his face just like now. I cursed Surhail in my head, even if he knew where I was, why didn't he came alone. Why would he call my parents? And his mom? Didn't he realize I was going to be in trouble?

I was praying for the car ride not to be over. My mom and ammo were beside me but I couldn't bring myself to look at them. My dad was on the passengers seat while Surhail was driving. I was pretty sure everyone could feel the tension but there was nothing to do.

My heart beat more faster when I saw Surhail pulling into our streets. The only thing I could do was recite the Shahada and pray that Allah with his infinite mercy will make my dad not to beat me or even touch me.

When Surhail stopped outside our compound. He turned to look at me with sympathetic eyes. I hated that look. I don't like people looking at me with pity.

"Dan Allah karku dakata, Kunsan yaro. ( please don't beat her. You kniw children.)" Ammi pleaded. My dad didn't reply rather just muttered a thank you to them and walked in. My mom didn't reply, just smiled and went in. Ammo turned to me. I knew she had questions but knew it was better to just let it go.

My feet dragged me inside while my brain was screaming no. But I had no choice. I couldn't chance making my dad more angry than he already was.

He was standing at the center of the room facing the wall. He was still, too still which was proof enough that he was filled to the brim with rage. My mom was situated at the couch, left hand against her cheek. The typical behavior of Nigerian mothers when they're distressed.

'Baba..." I trailed off when I didn't know to continue.

"Me ya kaiki hotel? Har kika kwana? (What were you doing in hotel? And even slept there.)"

"I-i- I'm sorry." And then tears. My chest contracted, my face felt like it was on fire, large drops raged down my face and I couldn't stop it. I didn't want to. Where should I start from? The divas? Alhaji Bello? Or the pregnancy? Either way I was going to die, it's better for me to take it to my grave than let them find out.

"Answer me." He yelled out making me flinch. When I didn't reply, he raised his hand and a second later. The beats start pouring on my body. He was raising down hits to my body, fast, didn't even care where. It was painful. My stomach hurt like hell. Perhaps because he kicked me. My eyes filled with tears, my body numbed. I felt something dropping out of me. My eyes widen in fear but before I could react.

My mind blank out. I felt my eyes dropping. The last thing I heard was my mom screams.

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I felt like I was swimming. I couldn't place my head one place. I drifted in and out of consciousness. Sometimes i heard people voices. It was like any other time.

I heard my mom and dad speaking. What I heard made my breath to nearly escape my body.

"Ciki? Mallam ciki kace? (Pregnant? Mallam pregnant you said?)

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There's another chapter before this. And another one after. Don't forget. Una know how we dey run am