Olanipekun Olaitan
@olanipekunolaitan000404
1 year ago
SHORT STORY
TITLE : NOT GUILTY.
She gasped in pain as her butt hit the ground.
The dark room was now dimly lit, bright enough for any man to see.
Tears freely oozed down her cheeks.
She was hurting, it was painful...the pain was unbearable.
She felt so sore and sticky all over.
Crawling on all fours as her legs could no longer carry her.
She staggered within the room, as her knees were also losing strength.
She threw on a piece of clothing staring at the lifeless body which she now stood over.
Gabby...she muttered, her voice breaking as a new wave of pain encompassed her being.
I had hit the ground again.
But this time around no sound came out.
The ache my heart felt had killed me a thousand times and no sounds could compliment that.
Gabriel and I had been together for four years as I met him on the day of resumption at Lagos State University (LASU).
Although my parents had asked that Ienrolll in Lasustech which was closer to home, I declined.
I wanted liberty and I'd get it by being far from home, I thought.
One day, he rudely sent me out of his house while on a visit,
…because I refused to have sex with him again.
And we both hadn't reached out to each other for weeks.
He invited me over on the 14th of February, saying he wanted to make things up to me, he apologized a bunch (sniffles).
We constantly fought because of my refusal to have sex with him.
That wasn't the first or third but it was the longest.
He at times lured me, seldomly he assured me that it wouldn't hurt and no one would even know, Gabby persuaded and coerced me, but my parent's notes of warning seemed to be louder.
So even if I loved and cherished my boyfriend.
I wouldn't lose my virginity before marriage!
Even though our appointment was supposed to be at 6, I showed up at his house exactly at 5:30 pm.
I loved punctuality you know? (dark chuckles).
We hugged, talked, chatted, ate, watched a movie, drank wine and cuddled...like every normal couple.
Although the happiness I felt was totally different as he made me feel so special and wanted.
I was very glad.
It was around 7:30pm if I remember correctly, when I heard a knock on the door.
I had gotten ready to leave, but Gabe needed to ease himself and I had to wait for him as I couldn't walk the street alone.
The knocks grew louder….
Gabe, someone is at the door...I yelled from the parlour.
Please get it babe...he replied.
I hesitantly stood up, as I fiddled with my phone.
I cracked the door open and no sooner had I looked up to see who was at the door, I was shoved back into the house.
The only thing my eyes caught were four masked hefty guys, when everything suddenly became dark.
Pure darkness overshadowed the house, even my eyes couldn't make a shadow or silhouette of anyone.
Leave me, leave me alone, I cried and shouted as I was dragged on both sides.
Scared out for my wits, I called out to Gabriel but no reply came through.
I processed in my head that he could've been killed or knocked out.
Were they cultists or thieves?
Was Gabby in the frat? What would they do to me now?
Different questions popped in my clouded mind.
I jolted out of my thoughts as my back hit the soft bed.
...panic rose from the pits of my stomach like a tornado would.
Please...please...please, let me go, ...I'll give you anything.
I begged and begged and begged, I said every word my muddled head could grasp and remember.
But not even a breath or sigh came in as a reply.
The curtains and windows seemed to have never existed, even the moon shone no light.
Just the darkness and the harsh wind could be heard beneath my pleas.
My clothes were roughly stripped off me as both my hands and legs got tied to the bed.
I was open, vulnerable and bare(sniffles).
How many were they that took me?
Who they were and why they were here?
I had no idea (snorts).
I only know that those men took turns on me ... as I fainted time and time again through the night, their rough and heartless thrusts were what kept me awake and probably brought me back to life.
Suddenly everything went quiet, as I struggled to keep my consciousness.
When a palm came running through my thigh to my clitoris.
Disgust filled my being as a sort of energy rose from within me.
This sudden thrust jolted me to clear consciousness as I let out a pain filled moan.
This person was different, it seemed disgusting but warm at the same time.
I was in sheer pain but my stupid flesh decided now when she is being raped is when she would enjoy sex.
I loathed that shit they called hormones for a minute.
He increased his pace as I shivered in ache, my hands were scattered, my legs divided...still open and bare.
(Sniffles) I swear I don't know, I promise I don't know where the bottle came from, I sincerely had no idea how my hand got loose.....I don't know why he didn't fight back Detective!
I don't know I swear.
I only smashed the bottle on his head, but he just kept thrusting deep and deep, increasing his pace, he kept screwing me over like a whore in the darkness.
Even as the blood trickled down his head to my face he didn't stop.
I grew mad and irritated, so I stabbed him with the broken bottle. Once.. twice …thrice, I kept stabbing him on top of me, with the same intensity he fucked me, with the anger and disappointment my mother would have exercised if she found out I couldn't keep tight till my wedding night!
Even as the blood soaked me beneath him...I maniacally stabbed him till I fainted from exhaustion.
I then woke up this morning to find out it was my boyfriend I stabbed to death.
I woke up to see naked and lifeless Gabby on the bed.
Detective (sobs)
Please tell me now if I am still wrong to plead NOT GUILTY.
Am I truly wrong to defend myself from these charges made against me?
#nirclestories
