Daddy's Girl - II

Rays of sunlight streamed into the room through holes in the worn out curtain. I focused my attention on the little spots that fell on odd places around the room, letting my imagination play. Any distraction was welcome lately. I tried to get into a more comfortable position, but my body hurt too much so I just stayed there. I knew I'd have to get up eventually, but he'd be out for at least three more hours. Why rush?

I hated this bed more than I hated mine. So much more. Lying on it, even being in the same room with it, was a violation of my soul, my mind, my whole being. But, unlike with my bed, I couldn't refuse to lie on it. Why? Because I was usually thrown or pushed on it. I sighed as I watched dust particles dance in the sun rays. He grunted beside me.. Tears welled up in my eyes as another attempt to get off that dreadful bed and leave proved even more painful than the last.

The rain continued to fall outside, thundering and beating the dirt off the windows of the house, as I washed the day's dishes by the dim glow of the only candle we had left at home. I took my time with each plate, slowly and deliberately getting every inch of the ceramic clean. Honestly, the plate wasn't really dirty. I had to focus on it, or I'd start crying all over again.

I can't say there was anything unusual about the morning she'd left. It was every other day. As always, she and papa had argued loudly the night before, throwing and breaking more items from around the house. They were arguing fighting about me again, but this time I couldn't help but feel it was my fault. For some time, I'd been hammering on mama to allow me start school, and she'd finally agreed to talk to papa that evening. As the fight escalated outside my door, i'd stayed in my room, cowering under my duvet, unable to sleep, until the house fell quiet a little past midnight. The following morning, my mum had assigned me my chores for the day, picked up her bag, and left without another word. Fear and, dare I say, wisdom prevented me from inquiring about my request. She never came back.

Day after day, I'd sat outside, scanning the street from my perch on the stairs, as I wasn't allowed to leave the compound without papa's permission, looking out for any sign of her. Two weeks had passed, and I'd given up on sitting on the stairs in front of the house awaiting mama's return, and enduring taunts from papa regarding the issue. The dishes were a good distraction from the hurt and abandonment I felt. I couldn't think of a logical reason why she would leave without so much as a "goodbye", or why she would leave me with this horrid man. I finished the last of the dishes, adjusted my wrapper, and picked up the candle.

As I made my way through the sitting room, I heard a grunt from the couch. Papa had dozed off on the chair, it seemed.
I continued towards my room, and had just reached the door when he called to me "Ememgini."
I paused "Yes, papa."
"Come and help your father inside."
I reluctantly walked back towards him, and bent so he could put an arm round my shoulder in order to stand up. he reeked of alcohol and cigarettes, and I couldn't wait to be away from him. I led him to his room, helped him lie down, and was about making a hasty retreat when I felt him grab me. "Is there anything else papa?" I asked.
His speech was slurry "Are you happy now? You've chased my wife away."
"Papa." I tried to pull away, but his grip was firm.
"Who will keep me company now in this house? Ehn? Onye?"
"Papa, I want to go and sleep."
"Sleep?" His laugh was the sound of evil, and sent a shiver down my spine. "What sleep? Is this not what you wanted?"
"Papa, biko..." Before I could complete my sentence, he had pulled me down on to the bed.
I started to scream, but was quickly silenced with a blow. "Shattap!" He tore frantically at my wrapper until it came loose, exposing my bare chest and legs. "See? Prostitute! This is what you want, ehn?"
He was kneeling between my legs, unfastening his pants. The realization of what was about to happen fully hit me, and I began to beg again, only to be rewarded with another blow to the face.

I don't think I cried because of the pain I felt when he ripped me as entered forcefully. It was the feeling of my soul being wrenched from my body, as he hammered mercilessly into my pre-pubescent body, raining insults on me. Any form of protest or struggle was met with a blow, until eventually I just lay there and took it, silent tears rolling down into my ears. I felt like a used piece of rag, as he collapsed on me, snoring. I was too scared to try to move. At intervals through out the night, he would wake up and pound into me for a bit before drifting back to sleep. He never got off.

I've never felt shame like when he finally woke that morning. I was grateful when his weight was finally off me. He stood, by the bed, looking at me with disgust, and hissed "Get this place cleaned up. Look at you. Prostitute. Like your mother. Ekwensu." I'd cried that morning as I washed the congealed blood between my legs in the bathroom. The assaults had continued steadily after that day.

I was jolted from my memory as a sharp pain forced me to tumble off the bed and unto the floor. He'd kicked me "What are you still doing here? Ekwensu! Zuzu puta n'ebe a!"
I got off the floor and briskly left the room.

Daddy's Girl - I

Cold air rushed into the darkened room through the window, causing me to shiver as I lay on mat. The breeze was soothing to my aching body. It teased and tempted me, pleading with me to let it lull me, carry me, to the land of dreams. I knew I couldn't sleep yet. Not while he was still out. I had to wait for his return, or else.... The thought alone made me shudder.

I stared at my bed, reflecting on how comfortable it used to be. Hazy memories of lazy afternoons spent lying on it, reading, coloring, writing, and sleeping, danced around in my head. it was my private retreat. This whole room was. Now, all I saw when I looked around was the four walls of a prison. A torture chamber. The bed gave me no comfort. I couldn't even sit on it anymore without breaking into tears. I'd relocated to the floor, choosing to sleep on one of my mother's old rafia mats.. it wasn't exactly comfortable, but at least I could sleep. Given a choice, I wouldn't even be in the room.

I heard the compound gate open noisily. He was back. I listened to him struggle with the gate for about two minutes. He was drunk again. Of course. The sound of his feet crunching gravel and callously kicking stones and pebbles carried up to my room as he stumbled through the compound, making his way to the house. I could hear him struggling to unlock the door, even though I'd left it open, and shook my head.

After what seemed like ages, he could be heard shuffling his feet in the living room. Please, just go straight to your room. I prayed silently. That was when I heard it. A loud thud. I knew instantly that he had fallen. I knew before my name echoed through the house. "EMEMGINI!!!!!" I lay still, hoping beyond hope that he would just lay on the floor, content with screaming my name, and not come looking for me. I was not so favored.

The door to my room swung open. "Ememgini!!". I stayed quiet. He called again, as he shuffled round my room, bumping into objects. I'd made a habit out of changing my sleeping position every night., in an effort to frustrate him into going away. He started ranting as he approached the last location of my mat. "You think you will kill me in this house? Asi!!" Soon, he hit the wall and realized I wasn't there. "Where are you, ekwensu?!" I kept quiet. "Okay. I see your plan." He began to shuffle back towards me, pushing and kicking everything in his path. I closed my eyes and prayed he would leave. There was silence, and I thought he had left. Until I felt a kick to my ribs. "So, this is you?!" He shouted as I cried out in pain. "Ekwensu! So, you left water in front of my door for me to fall and break my back and die, Jhn?!" More kicks to my abdomen.
"Papa, there was no wa-"
"Sharp!!" Another kick cut me off. "Devil child! Like your mother!" I lay on the floor wheezing. "Ka m gwagi ihe!! You will not get me!! Your mother failed, and you will fail too!!" With one final kick, he hissed "Anuohia." And then left the room.

I lay on the floor, whimpering and gasping for air. Tears slowly running down my cheek. I couldn't afford to make any sound for, or he might return to inflict more damage. The cool breeze seemed to sense my need. It returned, resuming it's lulling and caressing. At least now, I could give in.

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Daddy's Girl

Hi everyone. So, I haven't really been writing, I know. I was searching for a muse, and I found one :D. So, the drought is over.

This is the intro to a new story I've been playing around with. Thought now was as good a time as any to start sharing. Please read and leave some feedback. I hope you like it.

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CRASH!!!

I cowered as the porcelain vase I'd spent a fortune on hit the wall, missing me by a few inches, and shattered. The pieces dropped to the floor near me. I thought it was amazing how they still looked like a glorious work of art even when reduced to mere shards and pieces. I could probably make some sort of mosaic out of them. Like the one in that magazine. My mind began to wander, as I played absently with the pieces of what had once been my most valuable treasure. His angry rants and curses became nothing more than distant echoes at the back of my mind.

Over the years, I'd learnt to shut this part out. Focus on something else so I didn't have to hear the demeaning words and cruel insults he had grown accustomed to flinging at me. Sometimes, it worked. He'd get bored with my lack of response and leave me alone. Other days, he'd get more aggravated. Today, it was the latter.

I didn't hear him walk over to me, and, before I had time to escape, he had me up against the wall in a choke hold. "Look at me when I'm talking to you, you ungrateful idiot!!!" He screamed, shaking me.
I stared at him, speechless. His eyes were bloodshot and bulging, and I could see the veins in his neck throbbing furiously. I searched his face, looking desperately for someone I wasn't even sure ever existed. I knew what was coming next. "Papa, please." I whispered.

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