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Father's sermon against adultery and fornication vibrated through the mega phone as the congregation flipped through the pages of their Bible. Shouts of "Hallelujah", followed suit when father proclaimed, "Praise the living Lord".

Moments spent with Matthew, the guy next door, came flooding my mind. Those moments I go to his apartment; the moans that escapes my throat when he caresses and suckles my breasts not to forget the sweet sensation that follows suit as he thrust into me.
The lustful memories filled my mind till my thought lost its way. Father called it fornication. Matthew called it intimacy. And calls me his "Perfect Bedmate".

Dressed in the same attire, mother and I together with Junior, my little brother sat at the front pew. It was like our permanent position in church because father liked it that way. My gaze was on father; his white shirt was already soaked with sweat and at intervals, he dabs his face with a handkerchief. Everyone thought he was good looking, especially the choir ladies who would always giggle like school girls whenever he teases them or says something funny. Only if they knew the monster that lurks within the man.

In public, mother was his priceless jewel and darling. Behind closed doors, she was his punching bag.
My gaze shifted to mother. Her arms were folded under her bosom as she stared at father as though she was so engrossed in the sermon. The makeup she applied didn't conceal the bags under her eyes nor did it hide the deep scars on her face. She always suffered from persistent migraines and heart aches. She was often in tears and gets rather nervous and scared whenever father showed up at home. The humiliation and abuse she receives from him was traumatic enough to get her admitted for rehab.
Those nights father gets irritated because mother added much salt to the soup, he would pour the soup on her head before smashing the ceramic plate on her face. Mother had learnt not to cry immediately because doing so would only serve to fuel father's anger the more.
"Mum, why can't we just get away? We...."
"Marriage is till death do us part", mother will always cut me off leaving me completely dazed.

Lately, she barely says a word to us but walks around the house speaking in whispers and gesticulating with her hands.
"Mummy is becoming mad", Junior would always say. At three, he had witnessed much violence at home....
"Let the choir help us with worship songs", father's words shook me out of my reverie. I looked up and caught him with a lop sided smile as the choir mistress claimed the stage. The short gown she wore hug tightly to her body leaving nothing to the imagination. I furrowed my brows....."Won’t father say anything about her dressing?"

* * *
"Tell your father we have been waiting", mother asked almost in a whisper. I couldn't remember the last time her voice was audible. Briskly, I walked into the church wondering why father had kept us waiting. It was almost an hour since the service came to an end..
"Hi Ella", someone called from behind but I kept walking. Father never allowed us have conversations with the church members. His reason was still unknown and we considered it wise enough not to question his orders.
I increased my steps as I made my way to father's office. Pushing the door open, I felt a rush of blood through my body; my mind was too moulded to comprehend what was going on.
Father's moans choked the room. The choir mistress kept stroking and shoveling his member into her mouth. They were lost in their little world and totally oblivious of my presence.
My fingers quivered in shock as hot tears came perching at the edge of my eyes. There was terror in father's eyes when his gaze met mine. All I felt was the urge to rip off his head.
"Don't you dare say a word about this". His warning got me laughing loudly in the midst of my tears.

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.12:30 AM
My feet hit the ground amassing dust. Rivulets of sweat streamed down my wearied face, occasionally slipping into my fidgeting eyes, or hanging on to my lashes. Harsh breaths escaped my nostrils,as they grasp the little they exerted on the humid air.

Images of his stiff and cold body continued flooding my mind in flashes. Maybe I should have reported what happened... But would I have been given the benefit of doubt? I thought it best to just get away.... From the scene, from the deed and from the dead.
My heart pounded fast and febrile....
My mind motioned in circles....
Fear and confusion choked my reasoning....
"Lord, I promise to live a Godly life. Just help me get away from this.....", I prayed, my lips heaving the words beneath heavy breaths.
* * *
11:00 PM

"Five hundred thousand naira plus a trip to Dubai", his words kept replaying in my head. I was highly elated, who would have thought I will be this lucky tonight? My tuition this semester would be settled, mama's hospital bills will be paid, and same goes for the rent and my siblings tuition. Letting out a woosh of delight, I silently prayed that clients fully boxed up financially would always come my way.

Total tranquility prevailed as we drove to the hotel. Though at intervals he will glance at me for a while and smile while I do same. At times, his gaze would linger more on my cleavage which was greatly revealed by the short handless gown that hung tightly on my body......
This night would be awesome, I thought. My mind though, was more focused on the reward...

* * *
12:00 AM

Lying totally unclad on the king size bed in the hotel room, I watched him grin like a school boy while he undressed himself. His cloths completely gone, he downed two tablets of Viagra to stimulate his erection. I scoffed at the sight. It seems some old men can't do without Viagra, like Buhari can't do without foreign trips.....
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At the church, I caught his gaze. I looked away immediately, my hear beating.
He always looked at me: funny enough I always met his gaze. Tall, fair, muscular, cute, were his physical attributes. yeah, he was the cynosure of all; his maker took time in creating him.
"Go in peace, the mass is ended", the priest announced. I felt bad knowing I would only get to see Mr. handsome the next Sunday. Too bad I had no guts to walk up to him and say, "hi". The priest walked out with his entourage as the choir sang the dismissal song.
With my right knee on the tiled floor, I made the sign of the cross. As I left, my eyes scanned the church in search of Mr. handsome. But all in vain as I never got a sight of him.
Now, consoling myself that I would see him the next Sunday, I walked briskly out of the church. Dad and mum would probably be waiting for me at the car park.
A touch on my shoulder brought me to a halt. Turning to see who needed my attention; I gasped at his sight. I was dumbfounded...._{At the church, I caught his gaze. I looked away immediately, my hear beating.
He always looked at me: funny enough I always met his gaze. Tall, fair, muscular, cute, were his physical attributes. yeah, he was the cynosure of all; his maker took time in creating him.
"Go in peace, the mass is ended", the priest announced. I felt bad knowing I would only get to see Mr. handsome the next Sunday. Too bad I had no guts to walk up to him and say, "hi". The priest walked out with his entourage as the choir sang the dismissal song.
With my right knee on the tiled floor, I made the sign of the cross. As I left, my eyes scanned the church in search of Mr. handsome. But all in vain as I never got a sight of him.
Now, consoling myself that I would see him the next Sunday, I walked briskly out of the church. Dad and mum would probably be waiting for me at the car park.
A touch on my shoulder brought me to a halt. Turning to see who needed my attention; I gasped at his sight. I was dumbfounded....}At the church, I caught his gaze. I looked away immediately, my hear beating.
He always looked at me: funny enough I always met his gaze. Tall, fair, muscular, cute, were his physical attributes. yeah, he was the cynosure of all; his maker took time in creating him.
"Go in peace, the mass is ended", the priest announced. I felt bad knowing I would only get to see Mr. handsome the next Sunday. Too bad I had no guts to walk up to him and say, "hi". The priest walked out with his entourage as the choir sang the dismissal song.
With my right knee on the tiled floor, I made the sign of the cross. As I left, my eyes scanned the church in search of Mr. handsome. But all in vain as I never got a sight of him.
Now, consoling myself that I would see him the next Sunday, I walked briskly out of the church. Dad and mum would probably be waiting for me at the car park.
A touch on my shoulder brought me to a halt. Turning to see who needed my attention; I gasped at his sight. I was dumbfounded....

CAHPTER ONE

"Hey sophia, you are stained at the rear" a friend shouted from behind as i stood up to give my offering at the church.
A stain on my cloth? I thought as i turned to cheek if i really was stained and yes i was stained by my menstrual flow. I felt really embarrased as people were already starring the living hell out of me.
I was 16 yrs old nd was in my senior secondary school 3 class, thats the last class in high school. All my classmates were already seeing their menstrual periods but i was excluded. Of course i was the smallest girl in my class with the least age.
They teased me a lot nd made fun of me because i was yet to see my menstrual period; i prayed nd hoped i would see it because the teasing was too much.
So, nine days after my 16th birthday, i was stained at the church. I quickly sat down nd oh my gosh! People were still staring at me.
I immediately borrowed a sweater from my friend, Thelma nd tied it around my waist, covering the stain as i patiently waited for the mass to end.
I was happy but then was also embarrsed. I was happy because at last i wont be teased again by my classmates.
I really thanked God he wasnt around because it would have been more embarrasing. His name was David, my classmate nd the first guy to ask me for a relationship.
We were never friends though sometimes i usually caught him starring at me whenever we were in a class or at a gathering, and whenever our eyes met he looks away.
That was unusal, i had always thought i wasnt the kind of girl that can attract a guy's attention. No guy had ever told me that i was beautiful, so the fact that David was always starring at me really made me find it so ridiculous.
He was a 19yr old guy who was so outgoing with people, he wasnt anti-social at all though sometimes he appears to be so mean and serious.
I could vividly remember the day he asked me out, that was on a tuesday night after our evening prayers. As i was strolling down to the hostel, he stopped me by the way.
"hello sophia" he greeted with a smile on his face that made my heart stop beating at once. A smile that could sweep a girl off her feet. That was the first time he ever talked to me.
I really didnt know why i felt so nervous. He was looking too good to believe on his black skin-tight top, blue jeans and with a belt crested with a world champion buckle.
He had a nice pair of sandals nd black socks. It was obvious he wasnt wearing the recommended school uniform which was a blue shirt nd a brown trouser to match. David was good at going against the school rules and regulations, i wondered why he never got suspended from school.
"Hi" i managed to return his greeting at last. The scent of his perfume wafted to me, i couldnt guess the name of his perfume though.
He took a slow tour of my black sandals, and short blue gown which was just at knee-length. I had no makeup on my face and my hair was neatly brushed. When he had taken full stock of my appearance, he said, "you look better anytime i see you". He didnt know how unusual compliments like that were to me. I looked at him and he had a smile on his face that sent small shiver of delight running up and down my spine.
I tried calming myself down after all he didnt say i was pretty. "Ermm....thanks"i answered and kept my face downwards. I couldnt look at his face, i guessed he had no idea how that smile of his made my insides to mush.
"well, its okay. Can i see you this night, maybe 30mins before the nyt prep?" he requested, sliding his hands into his pockets as his eyes searched my face.
Thirty minutes before nyt prep? I asked myself what was it that he wanted to talk about. I continued wondering.

This story is pure fiction and it happens to be my first story here in Narialand.
Your criticisms are highly welcomed. #happy reading#

Ah! D first 2 comment! Nice one OP.....keep t up.

Hmmm, dats true dear. People should quit judging people wen they don't knw much abt d person. Nice work OP.

* CHAPTER ONE *

"Hey sarafina, you are stained" a friend shouted behind as i got up to give my offering at d church. I attended a missionary boardin school. When Blessing who was sitting behind me in d church shouted this, i realy felt embarrased as people turned and starred the livin hel out of me. Jezz! I was 15yrs old then nd was in ss3. Al my classmates, girls to be precise had already started their menstural period, i was excluded, probably because i was d smallest in our clas wid d least age. They teased me alot nd made fun of me cos i was yet 2 see my menstural period; i jst prayed nd hoped that i could see t. Somtyms, i envy my cornermates nd mst of my friends especialy wen i see them pad themselves. I jst love d sight. *winks*
so, nine days afta my 15th birthday, i was stained at d church! I quickly sat down nd OMG people wia stil starring at me. I borrowed a sweater 4rm a friend "Ezinne", tied it round my waist and patiently waited til the mass ended. I was happy cos at last i won't be teased again by my crazy clasmates; i am finally a woman.
Wel, i jst thank God he isn't around cos it wil be more embarassing if he sees my period. His name was David, my clasmate nd d first guy 2 ask me 4 a relationship. Though i had not accepted him as my boyfrnd buh i usualy feel butterflies in my stomach anytym i see him. *winks*
Our clasboys then wia suspended 4rm school because they failed 2 obey the instructions of our vice principal (can't realy remember wat were d instructions). That was why my soon-to-be boyfrnd wasn't around. He wasn't even around on my 15th birthday. Gosh! Who knows what would have been my birthday gift; he was kinda rich. *winks*......

Hi guys, am kinda new here and i have read some of the stories, thats why i decided to share with you guys this story which has always been in my mind. Hope u wil enjoy it....

And please your comments and critisims are highly welcomed. Lets ride on!