Sexual Assault - S01 E02 (Story Episode)

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Sexual Assault - S01 E02 (Story Episode)

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 2

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Tears rolled from my step father’s eyes i was
thoughtless.

‘Please forgive me and please don’t mention to
any one my rape attempt please’ My step
father pleaded, ‘is like you are back to your
senses’, I almost said.

I never wanted to forgive him my plan was to
tell my mum about his attempt and therefore
he’ll be thrown out of the house Mr. Iyke is a
jobless Man all he do is to watch football and
order for food I wonder what my mom saw in
him is like he charmed my mom who knows.

Since my Pastor’s favorite topic was about
forgiveness i didn’t know how my lips forced
itself to say ‘I’ve forgiven you already’.

Ever since the event took place he shouts at me
in my Mum’s presence but teased me at her
back.

Am just a young girl of 16 years am in ss3 in
‘Crowter High College Ikeja’ i was well known as
‘sister mary’ in school i barely talk to people in
school, i have no friend right from my jss1 in
Crowter High College, i was seriously engaged with
my studies, and church services was what I’ve
never missed. it was friday morning when my mom
announced dat she’ll be traveling to the village over the
weekend for her friend’s wedding. I helped her
packed her cloth and folded it neatly into her small
bag pack. and I escorted her to the motor park and
waved her off.

I went home there after to meet my step father
watching football before NEPA or PHCN or whatever they are called them seized power. At
around 6pm that friday my step father disappeared
into the dust surely he’ll be at Madam Ngozi’s bar. Later the light was restored
and thereafter i watched Emmanuel Tv until i
dozed off.

I woke up in the night at about 10pm the heat was
too strong for me to hold since NEPA were so
frequent in seizing electricity when its needed most
I decided to have some shower. ‘at this time my
step father is not yet back home’ I said while i looked
at the time and i sighed and went straight to the
bathroom…
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