Sexually Harassed By My Father
Oluwatomi Shabi@oluwatomishabi965098
11 months ago
I came back from school on a Friday and I met my dad home. It was strange because he usually came home late from work especially on Fridays. He was watching a news story on the television. I greeted him and he grunted a reply. He was only wearing a white boxer and shirtless. I felt in uncomfortable staring at my half naked dad.
I got to my room. Putting off all my clothes I went to the bathroom (every bedroom in the house had a bathroom in it). I came out of the bathroom naked, I loved doing so. I went to my wardrobe to pick up my clothes when a hand grabbed and fondled me. I swatted the hand away.
Daddy! Stop!
I yelled at my father turning to face him and saw him naked. I became scared and thought of a way to escape. My heart beat frantically as I was afraid. My dad ignored my emotions and grabbed my hands and threw me on the bed. He locked my room. He put off his boxer and I covered my eyes. He walked over to me and the bed creaked and I lost my virginity. My pride, my joy, my womanhood that I have been keeping for my husband has just been taken by my own father. My flesh and blood. After he was done with me, he stood up, opened the door and walked out. I laid down in shame. I was crying for the evil deed my father had done to me. I couldn't tell my mother because my father threatened to kill me if I as much squeak his name.
I became lean. My robust body suddenly became shrunken. I couldn't eat and the evil man would yell at me whenever mum is around telling me to eat else go to my room. My mum was oblivious to what her husband was doing as she worked hard to provide for us. It was two months later I discovered my dad had lost his job that's why he was always home. I knew I will suffer. My friends in school began to wonder what was wrong with me but I couldn't say anything. My favourite teacher tried to get me to talk but I refused. Even Anabelle my best friend didn't know what was happening to me and she was unhappy I didn't want to speak out.
I stopped going to church because I felt God couldn't begin to concern himself with me. I felt my problem was too big and embarrassing to tell to Him. My friends especially Elizabeth who attended Deeper Life Bible Church invites me to all their programmes but I turned them down. Why should I bother going when I knew I was a heavy sinner.
My father pressured and forced me to take abortion pills and I lost my womb due to this. I wept as I came out of the doctor's office holding the report in my hands. I was enraged. Why was this happening to me. I couldn't comprehend or do anything about it. Then I decided enough was enough. I went to visit Elizabeth who was traveling to Ekiti for a youth programme and begged her to take me with her. She smiled her holy and heavenly smile and accepted.
We traveled and I lied to her that I had told my parents. Getting there with other youths, we lodged at a hotel and the next day the programme was held. I was moved by the way Elizabeth preached and I repented and asked God to take care of me in His own way. Elizabeth told me she would be going back to Lagos in a week and I begged her to find me a place to live in Ekiti. I didn't want to return home. She asked me why and I finally opened up to her. She gave me pieces of advice telling me that forgiveness was the only way to receive true happiness. She also said being a Christian doesn't mean one should be a fool. She then took me to her aunt's place and said when I was ready to return I should give her a call.
I started living with Miss Grace and worked in her shop. I was able to make money and registered for the WAEC as an external student. I studied hard. I blocked my parents numbers. I passed my WAEC well and registered for the JAMB in with University Of Lagos as my first choice and Ekiti State University as my second choice while University Of Ibadan as my third choice. I picked a random university for my fourth choice. I later decided to unblock my parents, it was already a year I left them. The first thing that popped to my phone was a call from my mother. I sighed and accepted the call.
My mother told me about the deteriorating heart of my father and how he was calling my name on his sick bed, saying he needed to apologize to me. She shed tears saying why I didn't say anything about his harassment. I broke down in tears and promised to get back to her. I told Miss Grace and she prayed for me saying if I forgive my father, God would open up and repair my womb and I believed that prayer in faith and told me I should return home, forgive my father so that I would have true peace from God.
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