The Evil Called Love - Episode 1

 

She walked hurriedly to the door and shut it as quickly as she came in. What had just happened played vividly on her mind as though it was still happening.
She fought back pain, regret, and tears. But amidst her battles was the realization that she was broken, and as she had concluded, beyond repair.
"He raped me! He actually raped me!!"
Her minds eye remembers every excruciating detail, she was again on Dele's blood stained bed sheets, how he tried embracing her with a hug of peace after what had seemed to be war, how each thrust brought total pain and not the pleasure she had hoped for, how his firm "loving" and caring hands lost character and pressed hard on her breast as though he tried secretly to pull them out, how those same hands that she called " hands of kindness" took today what she did not intend giving after they had ripped off her underwear.
" He is a total monster!" Tears rolled down her eyes as she let out sobs that turned to wails and then uncontrollable crying.
" You are even sweeter than I imagined, now pull yourself together before the neighbors will start thinking we fought"
It took an hour to recollect herself and go take a shower; because if she had stayed any later than that on the floor, her roommate would be home. She washed sweat, blood and condom scent from her body. 
After a change of clothes she laid down trying hard to forget the worst day of her life, but it was all she dreamt about for the next two days.
Knock knock!
"Who is it?" A female voice replied.
"Dele!" ( Of course, who else!)
" Give us a minute"
"Okay". 
" Please I don't feel the need to be around him at the moment" she tried telling her love doctor of a roommate who was adamant on fixing her relationship, even though she wasn't contracted.
" Ahn Ahn babe! Whatever he must have done forgive him na, it's obvious you people fought because for the past two days you really have been acting strange
It was exactly this kind of peer pressure that lead her to wear she is right now, even if girls talk everything, there was no way she was going to admit to her roommate that she was about to open the door of their apartment to a guy who raped her.
" I don't want to see him" this were the words that were able to pour out from her open lips, and yes, this was better.
"Dele! Please come in, you're welcome

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. She's not being herself of recent and I Know you guys must be at loggerheads again. Do what you can to make it up"
"Thanks Bukumi"
" Don't mention, what's that you're holding?" 
"I bought you girls a little something"
"Dele Dele, u shouldn't have".
"Stop making me laugh"
"Am stepping out, u guys Better settle your little misunderstanding." She called it "little" because she didn't know, she shouldn't even. How easily a bag of surprises made her roommate abandon her to "the rapist".
Dele enters the little jam-packed student apartment that boasts off a reading table, a bed, a DVD player and a flat screen TV. Not forgetting the colorful wardrobe he had bought her for her birthday.
"Can we talk?"
He sat down but her back remained unturned on the small corner she claimed on the wide bed.
" We have nothing to talk about"
"But in my defense, that was not what I intended. I got carried away!"
Her silence futher reinstated that this conversation was not going any further than a dead dog. Dele paces the room looking for decent ways to explain an indecent behavior, he stops, he stands, he sits, and draws close to her, she resists , shrugs, and is infuriated by his touch.
" Please dear it was just sex"
"Forced s*x" she said, I cried, I begged, I pushed, I pushed, I told you i was not ready. But you turned your heart to the other side because you already had your order of the the day planned out."
"Am sorry".
"You can save that apology for the one who will listen".
He tried pleading and he looked like he regretted what he did, but how was she to believe him again.
"I love you"  The door slammed and the scent of his perfume disappeared.
She did love him, but what he did was unforgivable. It was not just virginity, it's a trampled will.
I can't continue like this, I have to go to lectures. She pulled out her phone to call Alfred. Her besty( the one who had loved her and told her he needed more than the camaraderie they share, the same guy whose heart contained more than his pockets did).
" Alfred would not have done this to me" true as that is, the reason why Alfred wasn't choosen was because he couldn't meet the high standards of her friends who said beauty like hers isn't meant for the poor.
"Hello" the baritone voice echoed from the receiver.
"Yeah! Alfred, how are you?"
"Am fine, it's been like four days"
"Two weeks actually" of course he knew, but of what good will it be if she knew he was counting.
"You sound down, what's up?"
" Just a migraine that's all, not like am dieing" he laughed, and his laugh made her laugh (her first laugh in days).
They were known for their inside jokes and strange set of diction that could make an outsider lost in their conversation. He was special to her, the way he smiled, how bookishly smart he was, the only difference between him and Dele was the car and gifts she got.
And though Alfred tried, he was good enough. And this somehow made her sad.
" Should I come over?" He offered.
"No need I can manage" it took strength to subside the voice in her head telling her it would have been better if he were here.
" You have a lot to cover, call me when you can"
"Okay, bye". She drops the phone, puts on the TV she knows she's not watching, stirring at the ice cream melting on the reading table, and let's her mind wander.