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- Allister Kolobe
- Aug 10, 2017
- 5 min read
I stood in the kitchen questioning myself about what just happened. Could it be that mom has lost her mind? Is this that much of a big deal that she has to resort to such drastic measures? I mean, I did lie about where I spent the night last night but is it not what teenagers do? Mom is just over exaggerating a little, she just needs to calm down and talk about this there way a mother should to her teenage daughter not what she’s doing, throwing tantrums like a four year old. She should be proud that I have morals, like I didn’t even have sex with Sands and she’s out here throwing a fit. Sometimes I hate my mom shem. “Ready to talk?” She had a class of whiskey in her hand. When did she start drinking? Me:” Mom, look this not that much of a big deal, come on!” I snapped at her. As much as I wanted to approach this situation calmly, I couldn’t. She is just being melodramatic, I can tell that she’s going through stuff but for her to overreact like this was just uncalled for and that infuriated me. Her:” What did you just say? I’d choose my words wisely if I were you.” She walked towards me. Me:” What do you want me to say? That I slept at a boy’s place and yes, we had sex all ni…” Before I could even finish my sentence, she slapped me so hard that I fell from the high chair and bumped my head against the door. Next thing I felt something tearing into my skin, it’s when I realized she was hitting me with the sjambok. I wanted to get up and run but I couldn’t, she had me cornered. She went on and on, all I could say was “Please stop, uyang’limaza ma…” I screamed for dear life but she was zoned out, she took out her frustrations on my body and when she saw blood all over the floor that’s when she stopped. Her:” Oh my… what have I done?” She started shaking. Her:” Zara are you okay? Baby girl can you hear me?” She wailed. All I can remember was her trying to get me up and then I blackout.
I woke up in hospital to the beeping sounds of the monitors, the room was so bright that I kept my eyes shut for a minute or so. I looked around and dad was standing by the window, it seemed he was far away. I wonder what he was thinking about. Me:” Dad…” I said faintly. My throat was dry and my body was in pain. He turned around and ran up to the bed and gave me a tight squeeze, it was painful but it got me emotional. We started crying together, I couldn’t understand why my own mother would do such a horrible thing to me. Yet again, I was heartbroken. Dad:” Baby, I’m sorry I was not there.” He teared up. I tried to say something but I couldn’t, words failed me. All I could do was cry and tears kept flowing. She really hurt me. I know one would say, what did you expect after what you said to her? But I didn’t deserve this. Now I am scared for life because of her, these scars will always serve as a reminder of this day. The doctor came in and evaluated me. It was now 23:00 pm and said that he’ll discharge me first thing in the morning. Doc:” You’re lucky dear, whoever gave you a beating wanted to make sure that you never heal from these scars.” I looked at dad who just looked away. Doc:” Do want to press charges for assault?” He looked at me. I looked at dad once again but he just looked away yet again. That really broke me. Dad:” Look doctor, we should let her sleep. Can I talk to you outside?” With that said they left and I just sunk in the bed and started crying. What if I want to press charges? This woman has ruined me. Dad:” Uhm doc, see I’d very much like for my daughter to press charges but we don’t know who the perpetrators are. My wife and I found our daughter lying lifeless at the gate, we don’t know who did it and why.” He looked down. Doc:” I understand sir, it is so unfortunate that whoever did this to your daughter gets to roam the streets, however, I still need to report this case to the police and they’ll take it from there.” He walked away. * * * The next day I was being discharged from hospital, I had bandages on my thighs, my arms, my hands, right around my rib cage and on my head. She did a perfect job, luckily she didn’t reach my face. Dad signed my discharge forms and brought me clothes so that I could change out of the hospital gown. I haven’t seen my mom since yesterday and I wonder where could she be, is she feeling guilty that she couldn’t come and see her master piece of art? Did she even care that she beat me to a pulp? I hate her, I will never forgive her for this, never!!! Dad:” Ready to go home?” He held my hand. I just nodded. We made our way to the car. I was limping so it took us a while. Dad didn’t say anything to me and I could feel tension between us. We got to the car he opened the door for me and helped me to get in, he went to his side and drove off. The drive home was silent, I was lost in my many thoughts and a part of me didn’t want to go home, what if mom is there? I don’t want to see her ugly face right now.
Upon arriving, before I could get off the car dad grabbed my hand and I looked at him, he looked sad and broken and had tears in his eyes, I could feel whatever pain he was feeling. He sighed and got off. I wonder what he wanted to say. I limped through the kitchen door and there she was, the devil herself and I just felt all this anger build up inside. I just clenched my jaws and wanted to pump my fists so badly but I couldn’t because I had bandages. She ran up to me and tried to grab me. Me:” Don’t touch me!” I shouted with tears in my eyes. Her:” Baby… I’m sorry, please forgi….” Me:” Don’t!!! You knew what you were doing so please keep your distance.” I wanted to run to my bedroom like any typical teenager would when they are mad but I couldn’t, I just limped my way upstairs which felt like forever. I sat on my bed and cried so hard that I even had hiccups. I reached for my phone which was on the side table and called the first person that came to my mind.
Over the phone: Sands:” Hey beautiful, did you forget you were hosting today?” Me:” I… I… She beat me up…” I sobbed. Him:” Zee… are you okay? Who beat you up?” I could sense the concern in his voice and that really touched me. Me:” My mom…” I whispered. Him:” I can’t hear you Zee, speak up please.” Me:” My mom, she hit me with a sjambok…” Him:” She did what?” He shouted My voice failed me again as I was now crying hysterically. He tried to calm me down but failed. Him:” I’ll come to you after school, be strong love.” He hung up. I took my teddy and cuddled him, which was painful but I just wanted to curl into a ball and try and forget about what transpired between me and mom. She did it this time. I ended up dosing off.
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