Stolen virginity

How can one go to bed just to wake up disvirgined?

My name is Ibikunle, i am 16 years old and i am the only child of the Jaiyeola family. Had i known the morning of 25th November would turn out as it did, i wouldn’t have slept on the 24th of November.

Just as every other beautiful night, i had retired to bed for the day on my king-sized cosy mattress in my room that could accommodate an entire extended family. My night was always beautiful as the temperature was sure never to exceed 190C which was made possible with the help of the uninterrupted air conditioner.

I woke up in the morning after an extended sleep hour, i must have over slept. I thought as i made to get out of bed with an aching body and severe pains in my private region but there it was, the bed was covered in bl00d, my p@nt was off, a lubricant was beside me and there was s3men inside me. It dawned on me that i had been defiled.

Who could this be? I spent the better part of the day crying and thinking who could have committed this offense against me? What did i do to deserve this? Even as the only child from parents that are wealthy, i have maintained a record of high respect and kindness to everyone i encountered, everyone obviously love me and act like they would never hurt me so. Who then could have done this to me.

My father always told me of the significance of virginity in our tribe, it was said to be the pride of every woman in our tribe. No woman married disvirgined had rights to talk back at her husband especially when he decides to marry more wives he would always say, He always made virginity special and i had grown to imbibe it and always look forward to the night i would gift it to the man i so treasure.

Now it is gone to a total stranger. If only i knew who the monster was, maybe i would have felt better. As thoughts ran through my brain, the first call was my father, but he had travelled on a business trip for over 4 days now and even if he were around, i trusted him so much not to even dare such an act. Who then could this be? My mother, that one is a holier than though person and never can she do such and even if she dared to, she is a woman and definitely has no pen!s to cause such penetration. Stop being silly i thought to myself.

Without giving up on my wild goose thought, i continued to ponder on who could have done this? The gateman? Never, The gateman was never allowed access into the house and that night, the routine was like other days, I locked the door myself and took the key into my room while my mother after preparing for work locked the door with her key before leaving for work so no one could have gained access, i cried even more.

The entire day was wasted as all i did was cry, think and wish what was before me wasn’t true but after a while, i accepted the ugly reality. How do i narrate this to my parents i thought to myself? The disappointment on my father’s face was all i pictured. This man is the best Dad in the entire world and does not deserve such disappointment i though. What do i do Ibikunle i kept screaming as i wept. The mighty bride price he always boasted to charge his future inlaw and the starched white flowing agbada he always joked to wear on my marriage day. I am doomed i said.

My mother’s harsh insults of you sleep too deep for a girl Ibikunle hit me. O mummy! Now i know why you were always so aggressive each time i slept so deep. My mother would always say i sleep too deep for a girl and needed to cultivate the habit of sleeping light but my father always came to my defence that she should leave me be that when the time was right, i would improve and if she said it in the presence of outsiders, my father would be aggressive towards her.

After brooding for hours, i had become weak and hungry, i decided to accept my fate as i made my way to the kitchen. I fixed myself a light breakfast and as i ate, i concluded within me that i wasn’t going to tell anyone about the incidence, i couldn’t stand to see the hurt in my father’s eyes when i break the unfortunate news to him, i packed the bed spread and duvie and took it to the drycleaner on the next street and replaced them with a new set.

My mum returned from work as usual and even though i was withdrawn, she didn’t notice until 2 days later when my father returned from his trip, i tried to hide my grief as i ran to the door to welcome him back but that man definitely has good sights and memory. What happened to my pumpkin he exclaimed! No no no… Something is wrong. Have you been crying? Who beat you? Is it your mum? What happened? Bukky! Bukky!! He kept screaming down the house and calling on my mother, daddy nothing, i was only missing you and i couldn’t help but cry i lied. O is that it? I am so sorry, i promise never to travel for so long ever again he promised as he carried me into the house.

Life continued for me as i tried to hide the pains i felt and the bitterness in me, if only i knew who did this to me maybe my mind would be at rest. My father noticed how withdrawn and would always ask what the problem was but i always had a lie for him.

Three days after the incidence, i soon began to feel itchy in my private region and soon there were rashes coming out. The itching was so intense that i couldn’t bear. I was tempted to tell my parents but choose to visit a doctor on my own. A laboratory test was recommended and the results came out positive for infections. I was given some powerful antibiot!cs and some skin cream. It worked perfectly as the rashes burnt off and the itching stopped. I was so happy i was able to take care of that without my parents knowledge.

I went about my normal life and soon i was beginning to forget to horrible experience when i took ill, i was down with severe fever, it was so bad that i was rushed to the family doctor, doctor was attending to me when i fell asleep after a drip line was drawn and some medications were injected into the drip.

I woke up after hours of sleep to see my father staring at me with a crimson red eye balls and veins all lined on his face, sweating profusely and gnashing his teeth like someone ready to w@r against an entire nation. In a soft weak tone i called out daddy, are you Ok but there was no response. I looked around but my mother was nowhere to be found. I wanted to ask of her but the look on my father was so scary that i even feared the air i breathe around him. I wished i didn’t wake up.

It was the longest one hour of my life, my father just sat there without uttering a word until he finally got up and left the ward. I got up to take a little stroll around the clinic, the stare on me by everyone around the clinic as i got out gave a message that alot had happened while i was asleep and as i went further, i was shocked to see my father in a ward talking to the doctor, a closer look showed my mother was on the bed on drip. I hurried in and that was when my father broke the bubbles. Don’t touch her you f!lthy thing he screamed. After all the love, time encomium and resources i have invested on you, you choose to bring shame and disgrace to me and your mother, you and whoever is responsible for that ba5tard thing you are carrying better pray nothing happens to my wife, else you will see the true stuff i am made of. At this, the doctor interrupted and tried to broker peace but i was scared of my father who was now the opposite of the man i had known. I was broken over the news of my pregnancy.

I was led out of the ward to my ward by a nurse, i couldn’t feel my legs, i was sweating and cold at the same time, my world came crashing down on me. Why me O God i kept saying in my heart, what have i done to deserve this torment? This temptation is too much for me to bear. Help me overcome. My prayers were unending. I managed to ask the nurse what happened to my mother? She responded as my mother collapsed on the pronouncement of me being pregnant by the doctor and hit her head and her BP had risen tremendously. I cried even more.

Later that day, we were all discharged to go home, it was the worst drive of my life as we were all in the car but the car felt empty, every sound from other vehicles echoed so loudly like i was inside an empty iron drum. When we got home, i knew i needed to tell my parents the truth if i wanted to stay alive for my father i experienced at the hospital was a different person. Little wonder Uncle Niyi always referred to him as Bone crusher, he was said to be very fierce before he made wealth and maturity set in. He could fight over 5 boys his age as a boy and in the University he was the mobilization officer of the student union for his fearlessness. There is no escaping now i thought.

When we got into the house, my father led my mother into their room as i made to unpack the car, that good girl attitude when you are scared to the bones. Almost immediately, my father returned to the living room with his fiery look, this time he held me by the arm so tight that it was like my nostrils were blocked. I couldn’t breath. Daddy please i screamed, who is responsible for that pregnancy he asked, i didn’t know how to start, so i stuttered. I don’t want to repeat myself my father said in a loud tone, with all the strength in me, i replied, Daddy i don’t know. What? You mean you have been a pr0stitute or what? I was r@ped i replied. My mother who had been ear dropping rushed out from her room hands on head. Yea! Ray what? When? Where? How? The questions were too many to answer; My father just stood looking all confused the more.

Answer Ibikunle was the next scream from my father. I woke up when you travelled to see i had been defiled but i was too shy to speak up i replied. What? My mother was in tears as i narrated my story, in this house? By who? That is impossible she screamed but my father seem to have a solution to the puzzled mystery, he hurried into his room and soon returned with his laptop which he soon connected to the internet. What is the date again you said he asked? 24th November sir i replied. Soon he brought up recorded footage from the cctv recording of events for that day around the house. O! Never did i know there were cameras around the house I had lived in all my life, motion sensitive at that so it wasn’t difficult getting the culprit.

It was 3AM, my mother had gotten out of bed to open the door for the driver, who was to go wash the car in preparation for their trip. She always do that whenever she had some executive board meeting or so she called it, the meeting was always fixed for 6am, so she had to leave home by 5AM which made her wake early, immediately she handed the driver the key, she returned to her room as the driver got the car key from the dining table and made to leave but soon returned and sneaked into my room, he was definitely not scared for my mother had several times complained about my sleep pattern in his presence. Since there was no cctv in my room, what transpired was not captured but the driver soon resurfaced in a hurry adjusting his trousers and putting in his pocket a piece of white handkerchief which was tied in a white nylon as he went out to wash the car. There he is, the answer to my heart aching puzzle, my father had it all along.

My father made a call and like a flash, there was a team of joint security forces. My father wanted it the commando style, he wanted the team to go arrest Banky the driver but with the wealth of experience of his friend who was a high ranking security officer, he was advised to just call the driver to come take him out to town. He made the call and the security team drove out from the compound. In no time, Banky was in the house, i couldn’t wait to see that beast, my patience was fast burning out. Immediately he stepped in, i pounced on him and hit him as hard as i could. My mother soon joined in. He must have realised that he was made as he pushed us aside and attempted to take to his heels but met the fury of my father, the grip on his trouser alone saw him off the ground and one punch to the mouth, more bl00d than i lost was over the wall. He was soon in a dented form before the security team came in to take him.

He was quizzed on how and why I was chosen as his bait after all their kindness towards him? My mother practically pays the fees of his two kids, he was always sure of a minimum of two meals on my mum plus other life changing benefits. It was the devil’s handiwork he begged, I have always had my eyes on Ibikunle but I knew she was out of my league, the infatuation got to an unbeatable point that I had to find a way to satisfy my orgy. With her father out of town and the information that I should resume for work extra early, I knew that was the perfect opportunity. I met a friend who gave me some substance and asked me to pour it on an handkerchief and keep in an airtight bag and bring it out when I wanted to use it. Just a sniff could knock one out for hours he said. When I entered, I knew since Ibikunle was a deep sleeper, she wouldn’t notice me enter so I wasn’t scared. I sneaked into her room and soon choked her with the handkerchief. He heartbeat lowered and I got scared, I wanted to run but my friend explained too well enough how the substance worked so I continued with my intent. It wasn’t stressful for I had a lubricant with me, I was prepared, after the first round, I wanted a second but then I noticed bl00d gushing out. So she is a virgin I thought but I got scared and ran away when the bl00d flow became too much. I felt she would d!e. I couldn’t dress her back as I planned neither did I take my lubricant with me Banky narrated. Please sir and ma forgive he begged in tears.

Take him out of here before I tear him in shreds my father ordered, I will spend the last dime to ensure justice is duly served, you and your friend will rot in jail in this life and next. You will never taste freedom so long as I live. My father went on and on as my mother was already on the floor rolling in tears.

My parents apologised to me for the hurt, my mother took the blame for her security lacuna. The pregnancy was accepted. I was registered for ante-natal and given the very best of natal care, the scan result showed i was carrying a set of twins but from further scan, one of the twins was said to be suffering some brain disorder due to the heavy antibiotics i had consumed in the early stage of the pregnancy.

My parents ensured i lacked nothing, Banky’s family dared not come beg for the release of their son for those who had tried in the past all got arrested as accomplice and managed to be release after paying heavily for bail. Their bail didn’t come cheap as they had to involve friends and associates of my father to tamper justice with Mercy, but for Banky and his rogue friend, they remain jailed till date.

The babies were born via caesarean section CS for the doctor insisted i was too young to push and the birth brought so much joy to my family but the younger one had brain disorder and other defects as predicted, he was a special child, my parents accepted them all thesame irrespective of the defect. I went back to live my life, went back to school. my parents accepted the children as theirs and always told anyone who asked that they were my siblings.

Another round of trouble started when it was time for me to marry, since I was attractive in and out coupled with my financial background, suitors weren’t a problem but I was advised not to hide my ugly past from any intending suitor to avoid future marital catastrophe. It wasn’t as easy as I thought as i have lost over 4 potential suitors to my past life history. All would be fine until I told them my siblings were actually my children and afterwards go on to explain my lungs out. Some pretended to be cool with it but soon begin to bring up irrelevant issues that finally led to our break up. I presently dating Justin and i don’t want to lose him