Chapter 3: Chapter 3

I pleaded with my 'supposed' father but he did not listen, the urge has gotten over him and he did not think about what I will go through after having his way. I struggled to no avail, my energy was failing me, I couldn't help it again, I submitted myself after struggling it out for a while. I was raped by my foster dad. I lied down devastated after Mr. Roba had his way, he got up and cleansed himself, said "I'm sorry" in a remorseful manner, and left my room, he left me to sort out myself. That's it, that was what I got after he took my pride forcefully, just 'I'm sorry'... I wonder if 'I'm sorry' will be enough to bring back my virginity if it will be able to cover my shame, the trauma, the difficulty of saying it out that I was raped my by foster dad. I got up from my laying position and discovered I couldn't walk properly, I staggered to the bathroom and cleaned myself up. "Who am I going to report to" was the question on my lips the whole night, I couldn't sleep during the night, I cried till the daybreak and the following day, I couldn't go out, I couldn't go to school, the pain was much. Mr. Roba only came into my room to greet me good morning and dropped some cash on my table, said something like "I'm sorry for yesterday" and he left my room immediately.

Have heard and read about rape cases, but I never for once take the time to think about me being a victim one day. I was not the type that kept so many friends, so I had no one to share my story with, I had to deal with it all alone. I brave myself up and continue my life since I was helpless and he has apologized for his doing, he won't do it again, so I thought

Five days after the first incident, Mr. Roba came into my room and raped me again. This time I was sleeping and that gave him little trouble finding his way. Mr. Roba continued the ravishment for months and whenever he was done, he always drop money and will ask me to go and take care of myself. I didn't know what he meant by 'take and go and take care of yourself'. I must have mistaken the 'Take care of yourself' for refreshing up because that was what I always did after his assault.

There was a day I had malaria, it was serious that I was rushed to the hospital from school, I was taken care of and it was at the hospital that I heard that I was pregnant. I pleaded with the doctor not to disclose it to the teachers that brought, instead I asked him to call 'My Dad'. Mr. Roba came to the hospital and paid for my bills then took me home. He slapped me two times immediately we entered the house and that got David rushed out of his room shouting "What happened?". Mr. Roba did not know that David was inside because there was a little shock on his face at the emergence of David.

"This good for nothing girl is pregnant," said Mr. Roba pointing to me.

David was short of words, he stood looking at me with his mouth wide open, I couldn't say anything but wept, I couldn't say he is the one responsible for the pregnancy. Mr. Roba asked David to go back to his room that he will handle it. He took me to his room and pushed me to the floor

"You think you can disgrace me?" Asked Mr. Roba

"Why have I been giving you money all this while, I gave you money so you could take care of yourself so that shits like this would not happen," he said fuming at me.

I felt like shouting back at him, I felt like jumping up and confronting him, I wanted to shoot back at him and curse him for tampering with my future but I couldn't, I had little strength left in me. Getting pregnant for my foster dad was something so hard for me to take in. Mr. Roba warned me not to talk about the pregnancy or the person that impregnated me or else he would kill me. He said if he should kill me, nobody will ask about me because I have no one that's looking out for me. He ushered me out of his room and told me we will both go somewhere in the morning of the following day. The following day, Mr. Roba took me to a doctor and asked him to help me abort the pregnancy. Within some minutes, the doctor was done, he gave me some drugs to take once I get home and Mr. Roba paid and we left. I thought that was all.

Mr. Roba never stops coming to my room to have his way, I had three more abortions for Mr. Roba in the space of three months. The doctor warned me about coming for another abortion, stating that my womb was weak already. I got home that day and wept and pleaded with Mr. Roba to stop taking my life away and he said he will stop. I didn't have enough courage to speak out or arrest Mr. Roba for his deeds, I didn't even know who to talk to.

I was in my room one day when David entered my room, he entered completely naked, he was not putting on any cloth, not even a boxer, I used my hands to cover my faces and shouted. David was not even moved with the shout, he came close and started using his hands to caress my body, I slapped him and pushed him away but his power was too much for me to handle, David used a pillow to shut me up and he raped me without even wasting any time. David also raped me. Unlike his father, David did not utter a word after having his way, he just stood up and left.

My room was the last in the apartment, you will have to walk past David's room and Mr. Roba's room before getting to mine. How David was able to walk through his dad's room naked was beyond me, it all looked like a planned work to me.

Mr. Roba and David continued raping me anytime they feel like, they will come, have sex with me and drop some money for me while going out. They were making it seem as if I was a sex worker. I had to deal with father and son having sex with me against my wish. I cried every night as a strategy to keep them away from my room but it only helped for a while. I did another lock on my room's door but Mr. Roba removed it

stating the house being to him and that I don't have the right to just put another lock without informing him.

I became pregnant again and I had no choice but to go for an abortion. It was a difficult decision for me, knowing fully well that it's either I won't be able to give birth again or the abortion will take my life. But I had no choice, I would have left the pregnancy had it been it was for Mr. Roba alone but who will understand with me that I got pregnant for father and son at the same time. People will call me names, the society I found myself in will praise the father and son for a job well done and condemn me, I was not ready for any more trauma after the one has been through. I made up my mind and went for the abortion. After the abortion, I was unconscious for three days, I regained consciousness the third day and I was told nobody has come to check on me. I stayed at the hospital for two more days, the doctor told me that it will only be by miracle if I should get pregnant again. I know something like that could happen, I was still grateful my life was spared. I got to Mr. Roba's apartment and I was chased as if they did not me, it was like a dream to me, "where do they expect me to stay?" I asked myself crying. I packed the luggage that they have thrown at me and headed to my dad's house. "This is something I should have done a long time ago," I said to myself. Those that rented the apartment have left three months ago, their rent expired and I told my foster dad not to accept new payment and not to rent out the apartment again.

I got into the apartment and I couldn't help but cry when I saw the apartment again, this is somewhere that was once a happy place for me to return to, now I don't know what to feel again. I dropped my and lies down on the sofa in the sitting room. I cried throughout the night, just within that short period has been tampered with and my dreams shattered. Someone that has been thinking of having two or three children will now end up not having anyone, someone that has dreamt of building the best house for her parents is now an orphan. This world is cruel.

My parent house was a storey building, two rooms on the upstairs and four rooms downstairs. I called my dad's agent and told him to rent the downstairs apartment out, that way I will be able to get some money and go back to school. I didn't want what Mr. Roba and David did to me to determine who I'm going to be. I will brave myself up, work my socks off, make name for myself and come back to avenge myself.