Amaka, the lesbian. Episode 47

I was still contemplating what next to say to her, so as to stall her a little more, when the door to the room burst open. We both turned and saw my Aunty standing at the door, with her mouth wide open ând a bloodshot eyes staring at us. She was more like taking in the moment. I was still fully dressed but Sister Margaret was only on panties with her sanitary pad showing inbetween her legs. My Aunty must have knocked tirelessly but no one answered and she decided to try the door handle and found it unlocked, thanks to me.

The saying ‘hell hath no fury like a woman scorned’ is so true, because I do not know where the energy to lash at sister Margaret came from. My Aunty was everywhere on her face, scratching, hitting and screaming. She was completely mad. I stood there, confused, I never expected her reaction at all, I actually thought she was going to finally warn sister Margaret to stay away from me, not pounce on her the way she did, I had never seen such type of anger in her. And Margaret was not doing anything, besides fighting her off. My Aunty continued to hit her hard across the face. Like that wasn’t enough, she hit her again and again and again, until sister Margaret couldn’t take it anymore and had to fight back.
She already had blood dripping through her broken lips, face red form her fist and her eyes burning with tears. She managed to push my Aunty away from her, the push was so hard that my Aunty hit her back on the wall, and that was when sister Margaret decided to speak, “what is wrong with you? You come into my house to fight me for what? You this shameless man that calls himself a woman. Instead of you to focus on your marriage and your husband’s penis and look for how to get pregnant and give him a child, even if it’s just one, you are here fighting me because of Amaka” My Aunty attacked her again but this time, sister Margaret was fully ready for her, she shoved her so hard that she hit her a-s on the floor, then she continued, “if you lay your filthy hands on me again, I will beat you in a way that your husband won’t be able to recognize you. See how you turned into an animal because I touched Amaka, my 11 year old maid you molested years ago, does not have family abi? You raped the innocent girl, countless times, did I do anything to you when I caught you fingering her? No, I helped you bury the secret, now am just playing with Amaka that you handed over to me yourself, I didn’t rape her, you singlehandedly invited me for a threesome with her, after you have countlessly testified of how sweet she is, stupid brainless woman” she turned to me and said, “You better watch your younger sister closely, this b—h…” she pointed at my Aunty, “has a thing for girls her age” she picked up her dress on the floor and wore it. Her warning clearly rang a bell in my head.

I looked at my Aunty, she was crying hysterically, but I didn’t pity her, I only wondered where her husband was. If he was waiting for her in the car or in the sitting room downstairs, I concluded that he was waiting for her in the car, if not, he would have heard the noise. When sister Margaret finished dressing up, she told my Aunty to get out of her house or she would drag her out. At that moment, my phone started vibrating on the table, where I had kept it earlier after I put it on vibration so it wouldn’t disrupt my plans.

Looked at the screen and saw the caller ID, it was my Uncle. My Aunty definitely left her phones in the car, because she didn’t enter the room with any of them, if not, my Uncle would have called her and not me.

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 that their wives too, were knacking me and fought because of me, then I finally found my tongue, and with a shaky voice, I said, “Aunty, Uncle is calling me”

To be continued…