Her cries fell on deaf ears…

“No! No! Please don’t do this.” She begged and cried while also trying to wriggle her way out of his powerful grip. But, he was too strong; he backhanded her and slammed her against the wall effortlessly. He pinned her there with his thigh and began to rip her clothes off her body. But, she would not stay still; she could not let him get what he wanted easily, he slapped her again across her face. She stopped struggling for a moment and looked into his eyes and, she thought she saw regret in there; a piece of the man she once knew. But, it was gone in an instant as if it had never been there and the monster was back.

“It didn’t have to come to this. It is entirely your fault.” He said. His breath was hot against her face. She admitted that she’d had dreams of losing her virginity to him, of giving herself completely to him because she loved him. But that had been before she found out his true intentions. He forced her legs apart against the wall. She stopped fighting and scratching, in fact, she stopped struggling all together.

He was right, it was all her fault, she had trusted too much, she had fallen in love and now she had brought disgrace to her family. She would surrender to her fate; it was her punishment for being a fool, for disobeying her father who loved her more than life itself. She prayed that she wouldn’t survive the assault and if she did, she would end her own life. She would never let the bastard get what he really wanted; she would die with a smile on her face. And that would be her perfect revenge.

With her legs held firmly apart and perfectly in place, he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants to free his hard and throbbing member. He was almost there; she looked at him and saw the excitement on his face. It would be all over once he penetrated her. She smiled now, thinking of how disappointed he would be when he was done. All he had dreamed of would never come true. She closed her eyes and waited for him to enter her. But he never did, he was yanked off her by a force more powerful than a whirlwind.

Well… the fury of a father was a force more powerful than any wind or storm.

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I bought a fancy new binder this afternoon on my way back from school after class. It is purple and by the bottom left corner, is a picture of a pink cute kitten with a bow on its neck. Immediately I saw it on the tray of one of the school park vendors, I knew it would be prefect for my wish list. So, it isn’t from the mall or a fancy bookstore, it may not even be of good quality or, it may have lost its quality because of days of being under the sun. It is just as imperfect as I am and that makes it perfect for my wish list.

I have been staring blankly at my new notebook for almost an hour now and, I have come up with nothing. The first thing I did when I got back to my off-campus apartment which I shared with three other girls was to shower and relieve my skin from the stress walking under the burning sun had caused. Then I ate sardine and butter sandwich for lunch, I did all these so my mind could be clear when I wrote my wish list but, here I am, as blank as the page I was staring at.

My roommates will be back from their classes soon and, that will be the end of the peace and quiet; they are a noisy and nosy bunch. I have no choice but to live with them because, my father can’t afford to get me a private apartment and I would rather die than live in the overcrowded school hostel. When I was in my first year, fate had led me to meet a girl who needed a roommate but, I don’t want to tell you how I met my roommates. Right now, I want to tell you about how pathetic my life is. It so bad that I cannot find something to write that would make my father mad. I hate the man so much and yet I cannot think of one thing that would make him so crazy that he’d die of a heart attack.

But, what if I write the things I really want to do instead. Thinking about it now, my father has never agreed to anything I really wanted to do. I am smiling now that I think about it. The question now is; what are the things I really want to do that I may never be able to do, because my father would never agree to them?

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It didn’t take me long to figure out the first thing I really want to do; save a life. Ever since my father snuffed the life out of the little bird when I was eight, I have been afraid to be near sick animals or sick people because, I feel I will cause them death if I stay too close or try to help, the same way I caused the bird’s death.

I don’t know if this will make my father so mad that he’ll die but, I know that if I save a life, I’ll be free of the guilt I have carried for years over the death of the bird. And I also know that because of my phobia for sick people and animals, I will not get so close to save any life. In other words, I have my first wish for my impossible wish list.

1.To save a life.

I can hear loud laughter and talking, it means the twins are back. The twins always came back home before everybody else but, today I beat them to it. The twins are my roommates, I’ll tell you more about my three roommates later but, right now I have to hide my binder because as cool as the twins are, they are also too nosy for their own good.

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When my father called me into his home office last night, I knew he had something really important to discuss. When he wanted to ship me off to boarding school, he told me in his office. When he was mad at me and wanted to punish me, he did it in his office. And, when I grew older, he called me into his office when he needed my advice on something important.

My father is the centre of my world, I wouldn’t be who I am today without him. He was quite the disciplinarian and I used to be afraid of him when I was younger. But, as I grew older, I realized that my father is as soft as a feather on the inside, he is only tough on outside because he wants me to be stronger than he is, to excel where he failed and not to make the same mistakes he made.

As I was saying, I knew my father had something important to discuss with me when he called me into his office. But, I did not know the extent of what he what it was. I simply thought it was business related. But, I knew something was amiss when he poured me a glass of whiskey. I always did pouring of alcohol into the glass as a sign of respect but, this was new and scary. I was suddenly very afraid. What did he want to tell me? Was he sick? Was he dying? These were the thoughts that ran through my head because, I knew he had been going to the hospital a lot lately and his doctor had been coming home to check up on him. But, I didn’t think it was anything serious.

My heart was beating wildly within me. I couldn’t bring myself to ask the question on the tip of my tongue so; I waited patiently as he sipped his whiskey and reclined on his leather seat. After a few moments of unnecessary suspense, my father finally spoke.

“I think it is time for you to get married.” He said without any preamble, looking straight into my eyes and, my jaw dropped more out of disappointment than surprise. Don’t get me wrong, I was so very relieved to hear that he wasn’t sick.

I know you are probably very confused; let me introduce myself properly. My name is Toberu Ade-Williams, the only child of my business mogul billionaire father. I am thirty-three years old and I don’t want to ever get married and my father knows why.

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Rosemary! Rosemary! My father yelled at the top of his voice calling me from his bedroom. But, I could not answer him because, what I was about to do was more important than whatever he needed me for. There was an injured bird under the mango tree in my father’s compound, it had broken one of its wings and I was trying to make it trust me so I could carry it into my room and care for it.

“It’s okay little birdie, I am not going to hurt you.” I whispered as I carefully inched closer towards the white bird lying on a bed of dry mango leaves that had fallen off of the tree. I think the bird was a pigeon but, I was not so sure. All I was concerned about was how to make the bed fly again. I had no idea how to do that but that wasn’t the main problem. If I didn’t carry the bird in first, bigger birds could find it and kill it.

The bird tried a little hopelessly to move away from me, the dried leaves rustled in the wake of its futile attempt. I paused a bit and whispered some more inspiring words. I think the bird understood me because it stopped struggling and looked into my eyes or, at least I thought it was looking into my eyes. Either way, I could feel that it had finally trusted me, so I moved towards it and scooped it into my palms, happy at my success but, confused about what next to do with it.

“What is the meaning of this rubbish? Did you not hear me calling you?” My father’s angry voice nearly made me jump out of my skin. I turned gingerly with the injured bird in arms to find my father staring down at me angrily clad in a white singlet and blue wrapper around his waist with his hands on his hips.

“I said did you not hear me call you?” He asked again. This time his voice wasn’t loud, it was more of a low rumble and I knew I was in trouble.

“I’m sorry Papa, but this bird was injured and I wanted to help it.” I said my voice shook as I spoke; with shaky hands I stretched forth my hands so my father could take a better look at the wounded bird. But, my father did not as much as glance at the bird, his angry stare never left my face.

“That is not the answer to my question. Did you or did you not hear me call you?” He asked.

“I did Papa.” I answered looking down at my feet. At that time, I did not know how to lie or rather I was too innocent to lie.

“Hmmm… so you heard me call you but you did not answer me because you wanted to help this little bird.” He asked his face softened and he smiled at me.

“Yes Papa.” I answered as I meekly tried to look at his face.

“Let me take a look at the bird.” He said stretching his hands to receive the injured bird.

“I think its wing is broken, look at it Papa, what do you think we can do help it? I don’t want it to die.” I said excitedly as I handed the bird carefully to my father. I was so relieved that my father had taken interest in the injured bird that I forgot that he was angry with me. “We have to help it so that it can fly again.”

My father still smiling examined the bird “I think you are right, it has a broken wing.” My father said and I nodded excitedly. “So, because you wanted to save this bird you did not answer me when I called you despite the fact that you heard me.” I watched in horror as my father pulled the head of the bird away from its body, its warm blood spluttered on my face.

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