Sold To A Gang Leader Episode 12
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🙅 Sold To A Gang Leader Episode Twelve:
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He Owns Her 🧡
(Don’t Hate)
🧡 SHAWNA’S POV 🧡
Next Day.
I flushed my eyes open. My eye lid was still very heavy but feeling the presence of someone in the room I had to open my eyes.
I saw someone cleaning up the room but my vision wasn’t really clear.
I groaned a bit and sat up on the bed.
My head felt really heavy and hot too, maybe because of all the cries, I really cried yesterday. Yesterday is not a day I can easily forget.
“Hey” I called my voice coming out low.
The maid turned and stared at me.
“Good morning Shawna, you’re up?” She greeted and asked.
“Yeah, what…”
“I’m cleaning up your room, ma’am Sandra also said to check up on you” the maid cut me in before I could ask her what I wanted to ask.
“Okay, go on” I said and brought my legs down to the floor.
I made to stand up to go take my bath and see if I could get better but could barely walk.
I almost fell but the maid was quick to hold me.
“Careful” she hushed and held me to sit down.
“No no..I wanna have a bath” I told her.
“Just help me up” I added.
“Oh!” She ohed and helped me up. She assisted me to the bathroom, there was a bathtub there and she left me inside and went out.
I prepared my bath without moving much, the more I move, the more the pains I get.
I brushed my teeth then bathed afterwards.
I think I spent about 2 hours inside the bathroom.
I saw a white towel hanging at the handle, I took it and wrapped it on my body before dragging myself out to the room.
I got to the room and was surprised to see ma’am Sandra.
“Hello child” she cooed.
She was sitting down on the bed, the duvet has been changed to a new one.
“Ma’am Sandra, good morning. Were you waiting for me?” I greeted and asked with a surprised look.
“Come, lemme help you” she patted the bed for me to sit and I went and sat beside her.
What does she wanna help me with? I wondered.
She seems really nice. Is she naturally like this or is she just treating me specially?
“It’s hurts doesn’t it?” She questioned staring down at my laps.
I looked away and nodded feeling kind of embarrassed.
“I’m sorry about that” she said and sat up. Went to the table there and opened the drawer.
She brought out drugs with a glass of water and offered them to me.
“Take, take two pills each, the pains will decrease in few hours” she said and I collected it without wasting of time.
This is what I need. The pains are just too much, I can’t keep up with it.
“A maid is gonna be bringing your food here to you. You won’t leave the room at least for today. You won’t move about” she stated watching me take two pills out of each drugs she gave me.
“Ok ma’am, thank you” I thanked really grateful.
Exactly what I needed. I want to sleep all day long.
She sighed and came to sit back beside me.
“Don’t hate or think about what he did so badly. Don’t hate him” ma’am Sandra said after a brief silence and I was forced to look at her straight in the eyes.
Why? I mentally asked her.
“I don’t” I replied her.
“I know it’s hard but really don’t hate him. He is not as hard as you think he is, situation caused everything” she went on.
“I don’t hate him ma’am. It’s not his fault I got sold anyways. It’s my parents fault for dying and leaving me in the hands of my wicked step father who sold me. Honestly, I was relieved that I wasn’t sold to an old man and I don’t get to do any other thing here, I work like a slave when I was still with my step father. There is no reason I should hate him. I’m just serving my purpose” I told her simply trying hard not to get emotional.
She smiled and held my hands.
“I hope you don’t hate him and even if you’re lying, I’m sure your opinions will change with time” she cooed then stood up.
“I’ll take my leave now. See you tomorrow then” she announced and I nodded before she left.
I sighed and touched my hair.
There is seriously no reason I should hate him. It’ll only hurt me more by hating him.
Having a mind free of hate will make life better for me. It’ll really make life easy so I will try as much as possible not to ever see what he does as wickedness.
Am a slave now. I should serve my purpose whole heartdly, I thought and didn’t realize I was already in tears until I felt it dropping now to my chest.
TO Be Continued
