My Life Story; Episode 13
About three minutes later, Hannah emerged from the side of the building, and hurried straight to the car. She opened the door to my seat, pulling me slightly out of the car.
“Matthew bye bye,” she said, waving hurriedly at Matthew. He started the engines and drove away.
I took a careful look at Hannah. She did not look like had slept at all. She was putting on a pair of trousers and a t-shirt, with a small bag tied around her hips. The perfume from her cloths and the makeup on her face clearly painted the picture of someone who had been outdoors, probably partying.
“Let’s go, be quiet please” she said, as we tip-toed towards the side of the fence. She stood on her toes and stretched across to observe the compound. “Follow me” she ordered, as she climbed over the fence into the compound. I followed her lead, and we were both inside the compound. The house was fairly big, probably a three bedroom flat. It had the design of a church, with several doors at the side. We tiptoed to a door at the side of the house. Hannah searched through her bag and brought out a key to open the door. As soon as we were in, she closed the door gently, and put the key back into her bag. She flicked a switch, and a light bulb came on. We tip-toed into a bedroom close to the entrance and made our way in.
Hannah collapsed on the bed instantly. She must have been exhausted. It was almost 5 am. I crawled up beside her on the bed and laid still. There was no way I could sleep, I had no idea what I was doing here, I just had to co-operate and see where their plan was leading to.
The six o’clock alarm buzzed, and Hannah sprang up from her bed. She tapped me lightly probably to wake me up. “If anybody asks, we both slept in this room” she said, pulling her ear with her hands. I nodded in agreement, like the naive little girl I was.
The plan had gradually began to make sense to me. “Wait I’m coming”, she said as she walked gently out of her room. I laid back on the bed, just staring at the ceiling. It would be much easier for my parents to swallow me if I told them I slept in Hannah’s house as compared to them knowing I slept at Matthew’s house. It made more sense to me.
Later, I could hear slight argument between two people. One voice was Hannah’s, I couldn’t quite figure out whose voice the other was. I sat up too and tried to listen to their conversation, but I got nothing. Moments later the door to the room flew open. Hannah entered, followed closely by her elder sister. “Good morning ma” I stood up immediately to greet.
“Morning, hope you slept well” she responded. I simply nodded my head in answer.
“Sorry for what happened, it’s not easy to have such parents, I hope you can talk things over with them if they let you in” she said in a friendly tone, parting my back slightly.
I had no idea what Hannah had told her, but whatever it was I’m glad she bought it. Hannah motioned me to the bathroom, I took a shower hurriedly and dressed up. I put on Hannah’s cloths. I couldn’t walk in day light with the cloths I came with. She offered me some money, and saw me off to the gate. I waited patiently for about fifteen minutes, before flagging down a taxi heading towards my house. I could feel my heart beating fast this time around as we approached my house. I kept wondering what the reception will be like. I had no idea what had happened the previous night after my “prison break”. 😂
As the taxi approached my gate, my phone rang. It was Sarah. I answered as quickly as my fingers could move.
“Have you gotten home?” She asked, without a good morning wish. She sounded a little anxious and worried.
“Just getting to my gate” I replied.
“Be strong oh, no fear, don’t be scared to face them.” she said.
I really felt no fear. My heart was stone cold, I felt I could face anything my parents threw at me. The taxi finally parked in front of my house. My mum was standing right outside the gate, looking anxiously at the taxi and probably wishing I was the one coming. As soon as I alighted, she rushed towards me, while I was handing the cab driver his money.
“Ruth, where did you go? Where did you sleep, we searched for you throughout the night.” my mum queried as she grabbed hold of my hand, trying to pull me close to herself. I felt a little embarrassed, the taxi man seemed more interested in our family affairs than his money.
Why this sudden show of affection? Were they not the ones that chased me out yesterday? I thought to myself. I kept my face as bold and expressionless as possible, despite my mum’s public display of affection.
My mum lead me inside the compound, and walked me into the sitting room. As I entered, Daniel rushed forward to embrace me. “Jesus thank you” he whispered into my ear.
“Where did you go? We couldn’t sleep” he continued, with an expression of relief on his face.
I had not replied anyone, I kept my calm, knowing that the real question and answer session would soon commence. My mum sat down, repeatedly doing the sign of the cross, and mumbling some unintelligible words. She picked up her phone, and called my Dad. “She has come oh” she said, and dropped the call.
I headed straight to my room, and fell on my bed. I brought out my phone again and pinged Sarah and Hannah to inform them that I was home.
Sarah replied, telling me to stick to the story, and never admit I did anything wrong the previous day. That was already what I planned to do anyway. We continued with our chat, they were both eager to hear the events of the previous night. I shared my ordeal with them. They seemed much fascinated by the “fun” I had. I mentioned to Sarah that Matthew and I had unprotected sexual intercourse.
“Are you crazy? How could you do that, do you want to get pregnant?” She asked, with an angry smiley in front of the texts.
“I didn’t even know, it just happened” I replied. The very thought of getting pregnant fell on me like a cold shower in winter. I couldn’t imagine what my parents would do to me.
“Remind me to give you something, we’ll chat later, good to go” she replied.
I had no idea what it was, but I knew Sarah was an expert in these issues. She could sneak in and out of her house to attend night parties without being caught. My door flew open, to my greatest surprise. Daniel entered, while I was still typing with my phone. I thought I locked the door when I came in. He had seen my phone already, there was no need hiding it.
“Where did you sleep last night”? He asked, sitting on my bed.
“Hannah’s house” I replied, without blinking eyes… Am becoming an expert gradually.
“Hmmm you know, dad and mum searched the entire city for you, we even went to see your friend Sarah. This morning dad had gone to the police station to make a report, fearing that something bad might have happened to you.”
I fought off the laughter that threatened to spoil my straight face. The knowledge that my parents were really worried gave me some joy.
“So whose phone is that?” Daniel asked, pointing at the phone in my hand.
“It’s not your business” I replied.
Daniel got up and gave me a long suspicious stare before walking out of the room. I couldn’t look straight up at him, he already knew I was lying. In fact, I had become an expert at telling lies, almost competing with Sarah.
As Daniel left my room, my mum entered, still doing the sign of the cross. This time, I had tucked my phone under my pillow.
“Where did you go?” She asked, without a worried expression. I repeated the same set of lies I have been telling.
“Those bad friends you are keeping eh, hope they did not bring a boy to the house?”
“Mum please! don’t insult the people who took me in when you drove me away” I shouted, feigning anger.
“I wanna have my bath” I said, springing up from my bed and walking towards the bathroom. Mum just sat there, I could see the look of surprise and fear in her eyes. This was clearly beyond my fleeing from the house last night. She was clearly afraid of the person I was becoming. The boldness, or perhaps rudeness with which I spoke surprised me too. It just didn’t sound like me anymore. I had changed, and I knew it. I entered the bathroom, and shut the door behind me, listening to hear when my mum will leave.
As soon as I heard her footsteps walking out, I came out of the bathroom to prepare for school. I was already going to be late. I dressed up rather slowly, looking at myself in the mirror to notice any changes. Perhaps I looked a bit bigger.
Elsewhere in the sitting room, I could hear my dad’s voice, he had returned from the police station. He sounded rather angry. My mum was trying to pacify his anger. Suddenly, he stormed into my room, demanding to know where I slept. I stood aloof, staring blankly ahead. I had no intention of replying him. He motioned towards me, and lifted his hands to slap me. I made no effort to dodge or resist the sting of the slap. Luckily, mum held his hands in the air.
“Leave her, she slept in Hannah’s house” my mum said, attempting to defend me.
“Is that what she told you? This little liar. That my police friend I went to see at the station this morning told me that he saw Ruth with a boy, driving around town at 4am this morning. I’m very sure she slept with that boy.”
My heart skipped a bit, that police officer definitely saw me. He was speaking the truth.
“Ruth is that true?” My mum asked with a resigned tone. She was almost close to tears.
“It’s a lie, I slept in Hannah’s house” I replied defensively.
“Come and take us to Hannah’s house, i will have to confront her mum personally” My mum said, dragging my hands towards the door. As we walked towards the door, I remembered that Hannah’s mum wasn’t in the house when I slept. I just hoped the entire plan played out.