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LIVING IN SILENCE




*footsteps*

I looked up at the sound of footsteps approaching, to see a nurse scurrying towards us...

"It was high time", I silently muttered. The long silence had been grating on my nerves, I felt like screaming and tearing the whole hospital down.

I got up at the same time my husband, Tolu did...

"Nurse"...we both called out, but just like the first Nurse had done a couple of hours ago she practically ran past us, ignoring our call.

"What kind of people are you in this place, can someone just talk to me, I just..." helplessly I sank back into my chair with fresh sobs racking my body. I was confused and scared both at the same time.

"Calm down"...I heard Tolu's voice beside me, just at the same time I felt his arms on my shoulder.

I bolted from the chair, like I had been stung by a scorpion. I couldn't bear to be touched by this man, the equivalent of the devil himself...I opened my mouth, poised to tell him what a beast I thought he was an how much I hated him. My mouth hung agape, but I couldn’t find the words, so I shut them again, this time choosing to simply fix him with a glare I figured could melt ice.

I silently walked to the other end of the waiting hall and took a seat...I was tired, gosh! But who was I to complain, I was glad we could even get an audience at this time, and just then I glanced at the Hospital's clock...

"4.30am?", how time passes. It was hard to believe that we had spent 2 hours in the hospital already, and a reminder of that fact brought tears again to my eyes

"What was going in there?", "Why wouldn't anyone talk to us?", "How would I live with myself if anything was to happen?"....I broke down again as numerous thoughts swirled round my mind.

In between sniffles, I turned to look at the devil that had caused all of this in the first place, the main reason we were here, the main reason my life was now hanging on the rope of doom.....

*6 hours earlier*

"Mummy, I am no longer hungry"...Ola my seven year old boy voiced as I put his food before him.

"I know dear, but you have to eat. I know its late, but you cannot sleep on an empty stomach"...I patted him, and finally succeeded in convincing him to eat

"I want more"...Ope quipped from nowhere, and I couldn't but smile even as I dragged my weary body back to the kitchen to get him more. The boy could eat an entire house molded into food and to think he was just three years old...

"God help me" I heaved

After lading Ope's plate with more food, I quickly served Tolu and promptly apologized for the fact that dinner was coming at ten o'clock, "It would not happen again" I added.

He ignored me and simply delved into his food. With a sigh of relief, I immediately turned to leave; God knows I could not have asked for a better reaction.

"Tayo, Tayo" moments later I heard Tolu call me. I should have known he had acted too good to be true.

I left my children's room where I had been preparing them for bed and hurried to him

"Ye.."

"Why is there no stew on this egusi" Tolu cut me short

"Darling the pepper is iced, and I thought it would take too much time if I had to wait for it to thaw" I replied, my heart already in my mouth

"Please manage it for tonight" I added again, desperate to placate him.

"Is that what you are supposed to say? Is that your apology?" His voice boomed through the entire house, and just then he started to advance towards me with a menacing look on his face.

"I didn't mean to be rude, I was just trying to explain why the..."

Tolu interrupted me again, but this time with a slap that sent me sprawling on the floor

I immediately began to think of all the apologetic words I could think of to placate the devil that had been unleashed on me, but every time I opened my mouth I just choked on my tears. My face stung but I really didn't care, I just wanted him to stop.

"I'm sorry" I managed to whisper as I struggled to my feet, "It wouldn't happen again"
That must have been the wrong password, as another slap sent me back to where I was coming from - the ground. This time it was accompanied by kicks which went on till I began to feel life draining out of me, as I lay there with my eyes shut and helpless.

"Leave her alone" My son's voice snapped me out of whatever land I had travelled into.

"Ola go to your room" I said vehemently, not even knowing where I got the strength from, all I could think of was how my son was not supposed to see me like this. Wonder why children never listen... Ignoring my directive, Ola kept coming until Tolu barked out at him, asking him to disappear.

"Don't touch my son" I yelled, now out of pure rage..."Don't you dare touch my son" I repeated

I ran to my son and held him close, whispering to him that I was fine and he needed to go back to his room and watch his brother. My son turned to leave and I had made to follow him, when I let out a piercing scream as I felt Tolu grab a handful of my hair, pulling me back.

"Are you walking out on me"

"Leave me alone" I screamed, flailing my hands wildly like a mad woman..."Do you want to kill me?, Leave me alone"

Rage had taken over me and I was barely thinking straight at this point. I should have known though that I was no match for my husband who as though with little or no effort managed to beat me to the ground.

I must have been a pitiful sight to behold, so much that my son must have thought he could give me the much needed rescue. Flinging his tiny self on his father, he joined in the freedom anthem - only this time it was a tiny voice ringing out "leave her alone"

"Would you get off me you... you little..." he stuttered on the rest of his words and merely flung the boy away from him.

"Leave my boy, leave my son" I kept shouting

The next thing we heard was a loud thud.....then silence. Tolu had stopped pounding me, and I raised my head just in time to see my boy hit the ground lifelessly. For a moment I could not comprehend what had just happened, then it dawned on me, and I rent the air with fresh wails.

(TO BE CONTINUED)

Comments

ToluOke said…
I could kill you for this suspense though........ ahn ahn!!! This is lovely, very nice..... But the fact that you used "Tolu" *furious look*
teewah said…
LMAO....

I'm glad you like...but sdon't be furious na... not all tolus are the same.

LOL
Josh said…
Hmmm...

Would really love to see the concluding part.
Tiwa Alagbe said…
Hey Josh...Glad you dropped by

Would post the concluding part as soon as possible.
Dele said…
Hmmm...I'm sure am the last person you expect here, but I just read through your entire blog, and I think you are doing a great job.

I like this story, post the concluding part soon.
Anonymous said…
Hmm ore mi....I dey always feel your blog o....

Keep it up
Tiwa Alagbe said…
Oga dele...hehehe

Thanks though, thanks for dropping by and the concluding part is coming up ASAP!
Tiwa Alagbe said…
Thanks dear, I aprc8 you.
Anonymous said…
I hope the men aren't always the villain in your stories. nice one.
Tiwa Alagbe said…
Lol..

No they are not...

Thanks for dropping by!!
Anonymous said…
Tiwah! Tiwah!! Tiwah!!! E meelo ni mo pe e? Y ds suspense? U wan kill me ni? Twas beta if I had nt read it. Cant sleep nw cos of d suspense. Wetin I do u?
Honestly...am doffing ny hat(dont one on @ d moment) for you. You remind me of some authors, T. Jenkins(Left behind series), Frank Perreti(The Prophet), Jeffrey Archer and John Grisham( A legal thriller). They all pull suspense out when and where you least expect.
Welcome to the club!!!

...Mobolaji
Tiwa Alagbe said…
ah emi nikan tan.

Thank you very much, I aprc8 ur comment!

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