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He ushered me into his domain with his hand stretched forth
into the air and his head lowly bowed gracefully by saying: “Your majesty.” I
felt like Queen Elizabeth. I walked into his room majestically, still blushing.
He gave me a seat to sit on and he sat next to me. We started talking and
chatting away the time. We laughed and I felt on top of the world, having a
nice, tall, caring, fair and handsome guy as a boyfriend. This is the best
thing that has ever happened to me. After some minutes, he asked me how we were
going to celebrate my birthday. “You are in charge today. Anyway, we are good
and I am good too,” I said without hesitation. After some minutes, he ushered
me into his bedroom. At first I declined but after much pleading from him, I
obliged. We entered into his bedroom. I sat on his bed, waiting patiently for
him to ask me what I wanted to eat, and he came back with a glass of wine in
his left hand, and in the other was the already opened bottle of wine. He
offered me the drink and I took it without even asking how he got the money.
All I knew was that the drink was quite expensive and of course it was my
birthday. After I took the first gulp, I felt something strange within me. I
felt dizzy and couldn’t even see the objects around me clearly, including Tony.
After some minutes of struggling to stay awake in vain, I slept off and that
was the last thing I could remember.
I woke up, thinking I was in my room, not knowing I had
slept in Tony’s apartment and in his room, alone with him. I didn’t have any
idea what had happened. I came back to reality; truly I had slept over in
Tony’s room. I felt weak and lost within me, even though I had no idea what
went on the previous night. I saw myself in a pool of blood. I looked left and right,
the white neatly spread bed sheet I had slept on the previous night was
scattered and soaked with my blood. I looked up. I saw Tony walking into the
room with no remorse on his face, and I looked at him for an explanation and
answers.
I couldn’t utter a word at that moment. I looked at him to
know if he would at least tell me what had happened to me. “Tony!!!!!” I
screamed on top of my voice, as I cried out. “Tony! What have you done to me?
What did you do? Please answer me, why is blood all over me? What did you give
me last night that made me spend the night here?” I searched his eyes for
answers, but could not find any. To my surprise, Tony walked slowly toward me,
sat on the bed, looked into my eyes and held my hands and said: “I just did
what was right. I took my own piece of cake from your birthday.
I couldn’t wait anymore and asking you was like asking a
child to stop sucking his mother’s breast. I don’t ask before I take it. This
is how I operate baby girl. This is my birthday gift, your virginity.’’ He
winked at me as he stood up, leaving me helpless on the bed. I looked at myself
once more, remembering my last birthday with my family members, and the white
sparkling cloth my mother bought for me on my eighteenth birthday was what I
had worn. I screamed, shouted, cried like a woman who had just lost her
husband, as the memories keeps coming. I managed to stand up, still stained with
blood, my own blood. ‘’God!’’ I screamed. I was shattered, misplaced and
broken. “God! I need you, I am shattered, I am broken.”
I keep on repeating those words without pausing. I couldn’t
do anything other than to pick myself up and keep going, although I had lost
the most precious thing in my life, my virginity. I went back to my apartment,
looking shattered and misplaced, looking like a puppy that had just come in
from the rain. My roommates looked at me with disgust because I had neglected
them. I didn’t even have a friend to lean on.
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