“Over your dead body, you say? Then so be it.” I spoke in anger, woke up from my seat and
pulled her by the hand and took her back into her bedroom. “Change into a new dress, we are
are going to the hospital now.”
“I am not going anywhere. Leave me alone. You are a very wicked man. You want me to get rid
of my unborn child, your own blood.”
“Yes, it is my blood. So, I have the power of life and death over it. Now, get dressed.” I ordered.
“I won’t, I am not going anywhere. Since I came to this house, you have been suffering me, you
have been suffering me and my daughter, Chloe. Now, you have gotten me pregnant and you
want me to risk my life terminating it. I won’t.
“If you think I am maltreating you and your fatherless daughter, then, why don’t you just leave?
Leave my house in peace and go back to the hog’s trough I found you.”
“Yes, I will go, but as for the baby, forget it. I will keep it and have it. When I do, your fiancée,
your beloved fiancée will know about it.” She threatened.
“You will do no such thing.”
“Dare me.”
“Oh, you have got mouth now to speak, you have got mouth to speak because you are carrying
my baby? Okay, let’s see how it goes. I will take you to the hospital right away even if it means
carrying you on my head.”
I walked towards her and started pulling her, but she held on tight to the post of the bed and
wouldn’t let go. The sound of the commotion woke Chloe, who was fast sleep, up. She just sat
there watching us and wondering what was going on.
“You don’t want to go to the hospital?” I asked, enraged.
“I am going nowhere.”
I lost my patience and gave her a slap that was so loud and so powerful that she saw stars. She
fell on the bed and started crying, Little Chloe could not stand the violence. So, she fell on her
mother and together, they turned my guestroom into a mourning house. In spite of my anger, I
wasn’t happy seeing Chloe like that, crying beside her mother. So, I bent double in an effort to
carry her.
“Leave my daughter alone, evil man.” Jane shouted.
“Who are you calling an evil man, enh?” I asked and gave her a kick in the stomach.
She screamed loudly and in great pains, sprang up from the bed and tried to grab my neck. I
violently pushed her on the bed again and gave her another slap. In fear, little Chloe ran out of
the bedroom and into the living room.
I waited for her to rise again and attempt to fight me, but nothing happened. The pain caused by
the kick I had given was taking hold. She was barely able to breathe. All she could do was
clutch her stomach tightly in great pains. Many times, she tried to wake up but fell again on the
bed.
Instead of me to help her out, I instead slammed the door behind her, went into my bedroom,
changed into a casual dress, got into my car and drove off to drink with my colleagues. While I
was leaving the house, I noticed that little Chloe was not in the living room.
I was only to find out later. However, when I left the house in anger, the neighbours noticed that
all was not well. Little Chloe who was still trying to master the human speech managed to go to
the ever-helpful neighbour and managed to indicate that her mum was being beaten.
The neighbour couldn’t dare come to intervene while I was still at home. So, she waited until I
had driven off, then she walked into my house and what she saw horrified her.
Jane was bleeding profusely, and the whole bed had been soaked with her blood. She ran
towards where she laid in great fear.
“What is happening to you, Jane. Tell me what happened.”
“Take me to the hospital, Madam. Please, take me to the hospital.” Was all she could manage to
say.
A taxi was hired, and she was taken to the hospital while Chloe stayed in the neighbour’s
house. I got home that night, and the house was very silent. I found neither Blosom nor her
mum, and assumed that they were already asleep.
I went into my bedroom and slept. I woke up late from bed the following day because I had
taken alcohol the previous day. I had slept so deeply that even my alarm wasn’t able to wake
me up.
When I woke up, I was first surprise and then, vexed that Jane had still not woken up to start
doing her house chores. In great anger, I left my room and stomped to her room, hoping to
teach her a lesson that morning for waking up late.
Instead, what I saw was blood and blood everywhere. The room looked like an ancient battle,
the type only seen in movies like Spartacus and The Lord of The Rings, had taken place there.
As I stood there, my anger started changing to confusion, realization and then to shock. I
replayed everything in my mind, and realized that Jane might have been badly injured during
the fracas we had last night and might have been rushed to the hospital by neighbours. I went
back to my room, took my phone and dialed her number. It rang for a short while, and then
someone picked.
“Hello, who is this? I wish to speak to the owner of this phone.” I spoke calmly.
“Mr. John, this is your neighbour.”
“Oh! Neighbour, how are you? Where is Jane?”
“She is unconscious and that is because of what you did to her last night. It may also interest
you to know that she has lost the baby. Are you happy now?” She asked.