The way out of the dance floor was a narrow corridor where different people have taken different spots discussing and dancing. Most of them were with different bottles of wine, while some had different shapes and sizes of wine cups with the content ranging from black to brown, and some red. Some of the guys had their trousers a little above their kneel, while their underwear occupied a greater part of their bom-bom. The very type of dressing they call "sagging". A particular guy was dressed in knickers, and he so drew the knickers below his waist that it almost became as long as a trouser. Another guy had his whole body tattooed with all kinds of marks, shapes and animals that one would think he is the sample from which every other customer picks their choice of tattoo. Fumes of cigarettes filled the entire place as if someone had decided to cook with firewood. A particular lady was smoking weed, and as Shola passed beside her, she oozed the smoke at shola's face. The lady was putting on a shirt which she deliberately unbottoned the first four bottons to show not only her brown bra, but also her cleavage which forms part of her advertisement. She was putting on a pair of snickers and a bum-short which largely made her look like what she is - a call girl. As she walked ahead of Babs, Shola could not fathom what was happening. "Why are all these people behaving like this" she asked herself. She was so surprised by all what she saw. She didn't know that was how parties are. Her opinion about parties was just a group of people dancing to different music, and eating, with drinks to aid digestion. A typical type of birthday she attended when their Pastor's son clocked 15. Since then, she had not attended any other birthday party. Shola could not withstand the whole scenerio anymore. She didn't know it would turn out this way. They had come so early that she didn't see or know when all those "boys and girls" came in. She wondered if those girls that were immorally dressed had left home pretending they were going for all night, just the way they themselves also did. "Sinners get grade" She muttered as she looked back once again at the lady.
"I'll wait here for you. " Shola told Babs. Babs was a little uncomfortable with her new declaration, but he accepted. He went to the toilet, and in less than a minute, he was out. "Are you through? " Shola asked surprisingly. Babs nodded, and suggested they sit at the bar. "Barman, a beg, give my baby 2 bottles of Smirnoff Ice and let me have 2 bottles of star. " Babs ordered after they had sat somewhere at the bar. "I don't take alcohol." Shola whispered to Babs after the barman had left. "I know. That's why I ordered for Smirnoff Ice" Babs replied, almost immediately. As if the barman knew what the plan was, he didn't waste time to bring their order. Before Shola could finish the second bottle of her drink, Babs had ordered a hot plate of pepper soup, and another bottle of Smirnoff to accompany it. It was just a matter of time before Shola who had never tasted alcohol in her life became tipsy. The "little" percentage of alcohol in Smirnoff Ice was enough to knock her off balance. Things began to occur to her in doubles, or maybe, she suddenly had four eyes. The chair became so uncomfortable for her as she requested that they go inside. Babs, caught her before she could fall, and all of a sudden, the whole place became a very peaceful place for her to sleep. "I want to sleep here." She said. "Don't sleep here, let me take you upstairs." Babs told her as he carried her to hasten things up.
As they say, "the goat that enters the same room with a lion would definately bathe with its own blood". So, was the case of Shola when she woke up in a room the following morning. She was soaked in her own blood, and she felt pain all over her. She had heard of cases of rape. She had even watched some of them in movies, but she never believed it could happen to anybody close to her, let alone, she herself. Her whole world was on display before her, as she tried to remembered what had happened. The last thing she remembered was eating and drinking at the bar with Babs. Shola tried to cry, but it seemed that everything she knew had betrayed her, even her tears. She covered herself with the blanket which was soaked with her blood as she rolled to a side of the bed in tears. She looked round, and there was not a single trace of Babs, except for a packet of condom on the floor, and it hurt her the more. She folded on the bed and wished she could disappear from the surface of the earth. She had promised herself that her virginity would be the treasure she would present to her husband on their wedding night. While on the bed sobbing and crying, she heard a soft knock on the door. At first, she didn't care about the knock or who it was. But, the knock became rapid, and that made her look around her. "Where am I? " She asked herself amist tears.
© 2015. Austus Ofmat Nwanne
Hmmmmmm......... Will you say Shola is a victim of circumstance? Will you say she is just one of the victims of rape? Well, as for me, I would say, she is a victim of parental negligence. Shola has been raped in an unknown place, and as she is still trying to deal with her ordeal, there comes a knock on the door. Who could be knocking? What else would they want from a young girl who knew only but little about life? The answers, as you know are in the next episode. So, join me tomorrow as we continue the story SPILT MILK.
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