Trapped Part 5
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👫💞 Trapped Part Five:
I was living my greatest nightmare in reality.
As Andre had said, he moved me out of my matrimonial room to he guest room and brought in Diane, his side chick and her children. I was reduced to a maid, always carrying out Diane and Andre’s order.
I was mocked and slapped on a daily basis but I endured it because I had nowhere to go.
My parents were long dead, my family members that I was in touch with were facing problems of their own and I didn’t want to add to their problems.
I had no money and job because Andre insisted that i stay at home and be a full time housewife because he is earning enough for the both of us which is ironic because he just opened a salon for Diane.
Even though I had friends and family I could run to and money enough to sustain me, I wouldn’t leave. I would stay and fight for to get my husband back.
Apart from being a maid, I doubled as a babysitter or nanny for Diane’s children. This was the only thing from their maltreatment I enjoyed because I loved children, maybe I was naturally like this or I’m looking for children myself. Sometimes I want to hurt them, punish them for what their mother is making me go through.
“Hey you” Diane called me carelessly. I had learnt not to expect proper manners from a whore so I overlooked her senselessness and answered her courtly.
“My husband—”
“He is not your husband” I corrected her. “You are just his baby mama” she laughed.
“Instead of you to be happy that I’ve helped relieve the tension on your back and instead of you to thank me, you are busy being a smart mouth. Anyway this was not what I came for, my husband wants you to deliver this file that he forgot to his office be quick because it’s important. He will pay your transport when you reach” she threw the file bag at my and left, dragging her feet on the ground I put so much effort in mopping.
I picked the file and left the house to deliver my message. I wanted to leave the house anyway. I wanted to be away from the house itself.
I got to the office in less than an hour. Andre paid for my transport as arranged and I gave him the files. He left without word of thanks or acknowledgement. I preferred it that way, that he didn’t say anything because anytime he opened his mouth to speak to me he wouldn’t stop until he had insulted me to his fill.
As I hurried out of the office building I ran into a wall, or what I thought was a wall.
“We meet again” a familiar voice said. A voice that I dreamed of hearing again.
Tekena.
TO Be Continued
