Amaka , the lesbian. Episode 48

I knew that was the best time to end the whole drama, I had heard enough and I wasn’t ready for the men to know what their wives too, were sucking me and fought because of me, then I finally found my tongue and with a shaky voice, I said, “Aunty, Uncle is calling me” She sat up, adjusted her clothes, cleaned her eyes and said, “get your things and call your sister, I will be waiting for you in the car” before I could reply, she was already out of the room.

I stole a glance at sister Margaret, she was sitting nonchalantly on the bed. I quickly carried our already packed bags, wore my shoes and ran back downstairs, without saying a word to her. There was utmost calmness in the car, I greeted my uncle and explained to them that my sister went out with the pastor and his kids, so he parked well and we waited for them to get back.

Thirty minutes later, we were on our way home. Throughout the ride home, my uncle kept giving me h—y looks through the inner car mirror, I knew there was no how he wouldn’t want to knack me that night, the conjy was so evident on his face, with reckless abandon. I only wished he would cool off due to what just happened between my Aunty and sister Margaret, caution needs to be applied, because knowing my Aunty for who she is, her monitoring side will kick off in full force.

When we got home, I got an sms from the pastor which said, “I didn’t get a goodbye kiss but it’s okay. You must find a way to attend the next youth bible study, so that we will go and check out the apartment I got for you. That will be our meeting place, henceforth. I love you baby. Ps: Reply” I replied and said “okay” then deleted it. I would have to think of how to start attending bible study, even if it means pretending to my Aunty that I had become a born again, I needed to maintain that house from the pastor, that was where I planned to move into with my siblings when I finished with my Aunty and her husband.

I was in the bathroom when I heard my Aunty’s voice. “Nne, where’s Amaka?” She asked my sister “she’s in the bathroom” “tell her to meet me in my room immediately she’s out” “okay, Aunty” my sister replied. I got out of the bathroom and took time to lecture my sister about avoiding my Aunty and making sure to tell me immediately she starts to notice any weird moves from her. Trust my kid sister, she kept pushing for my reasons until I gave up and told her everything but added some extra scary tales of how my Aunty molested me, her expression was filled with a mixture of fear and hatred for my Aunty, exactly the effect I needed. I told her to pretend to still like her so that she wouldn’t suspect anything, I also assured her that the molestation has stopped. Her last reply made me smile, “please, disturb uncle the more so that he can bring our brothers. We need to leave this house, let’s go back to our house in the village instead of this bad place” I knew she was too young to be burdened with such information but she’s wiser and smarter than her age, and I knew that was the only way I could protect her. She was almost 12 and was growing so fast.

I got to the door of my Aunty’s room and knocked, wondering if she would punish me for what happened back at sister Margaret’s house.

To be continued …