By Virginia Asenath
Karen’s POV cont.
I went to the study room and cried.
I don’t know what she told that girl to come and insult me. After some time I heard a loud knock on the door. I wiped my tears and opened the door only to find Michael standing there angrily.
‘Why did you hurt her?’ He yelled at me.
‘Don’t act dumb. Why did you hurt her and send her away?’
‘Excuse me, this is my house and am sick and of your maltreatment,’ I said.
Am tired of being beaten and yelled at every single day.
‘You aren’t supposes to talk when am talking,’
‘What will you do, hit me like you have always done?’ I asked.
I can’t imagine I can be this courageous. I spoke boldly but deep down in my heart I’m scared.
‘I will hit you and chase you out on the street,’
‘This is my house and you are the one to leave,’
‘It seized to be your house the day you signed this documents to transfer it to me,’ he said and handed some papers to me.
I stared at the papers with my mouth open as I tried to remember when I did it.
‘You fooled me. I wasn’t in my right senses, I was drunk,’ I said in tears as I teared the papers.
‘Those are just photocopies, I have others,’ he said and walked out on me.
‘I hate you,’ I shouted at the empty room.
He lied to me, yet he was never rich and now he has taken away my house. I called my mom and she said I go to the house.
‘What happened?’ She asked the moment she saw me.
‘He took my house,’
‘And you let him have it?’
‘What was I supposed to do? He always beats me. Am tired mum,’
‘Terminate the baby before it grows then I will get a man to marry you,’ she said and walked upstairs.
Is this woman really my mom?
I can’t get rid of my child. I picked my stuffs and took them to my room.
By Virginia Asenath
Life has been good for the last two months. Even though she hasn’t gotten her memory back, she is back to her old friendly self. I got home and she was in the kitchen with aunt. They were laughing and she is more beautiful when happy. I helped them set the table for dinner.
‘How was your day?’ She asked when we were at the table.
‘Fine, how about you?’
I watched her as they were making facial signs with aunt. Like she was telling her to go ahead.
‘I want to start a foundation,’ she said.
‘Which kind of foundation?’
‘To help girls who have suffered assault, physical and emotional torture and rape. In short those who are depressed and going through panic attacks,’ she said and I couldn’t help but smile.
All she thinks of is helping others.
‘Do you intend to help only girls?’
‘Not only girls but girls will be more. Men fear talking about their problems. Though I will try to reach out to them to,’
‘How much do you need?’
‘I want to work on the plan first,’
‘Okay, just tell me the amount then I will give it to you,’
‘No, I was telling you so as to help me get a job. I will raise the money,’
‘You can start tomorrow if you want. Then I will give you as a loan,’
‘Okay thank you, I will repay once everything is fine.’
I didn’t know when she stood but she hugged me from behind.