The Virgin Street Girl ??
Episode 17
Written by: Frank The Writer
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I was dumbfounded and I could read the disappointment written on my mom’s face.
“What were you thinking when you stuck that thing inside your buttocks?” Mom yelled.
Silence.
“Jane, you and your brother won’t kill me. Chucks is sick at home, only for you to come back and decided to add to my worry. No, you children won’t kill me,” mom said like she was sobbing.
“Mom, please, don’t cry… please. We are at the hospital,” I pleaded.
I could feel the trace of tears in my voice. It was with deep regret that I realize how wrong I had lived my life. My very, very conservative, religious mom was disappointed. I failed her woefully and she couldn’t believe I could do such a thing to myself. She had always looked at me like a reserved girl.
Then, the doctor walked in to share a piece of bad news. I had thought they could get rid of the vibrator easily and not until I saw the X-rays did I realize they couldn’t move it the way I had thought.
The doctor said it had a sharp edge that could puncture my bowels. I was devastated how I could have killed myself out of pleasure.
He told my mom I’d undergo a minor operation but we would have to make some advance payment first.
My mom’s face dropped immediately the moment he talked about the operation. I felt my heart beating faster and faster.
“See what you have brought upon yourself! I’m disappointed in you,” mom turned in my direction.
The doctor then walked out of the ward.
I couldn’t look my mom in the eyes even when she kept staring in my direction. I knew if not that I was in a critical situation, she would have slapped my face. I could feel the wave of anger raging inside of her. So many thoughts kept running in my head and I was scared of the outcome of the minor operation as the doctor said.
At the same time I was troubled she might not want me to go back to Cyndy’s apartment. I began to understand how suddenly life could be and how I had messed my life all this while. Amidst the riches and affluence I got from Cyndy, I felt empty, devastated, and unfulfilled. There were things I lacked then. Things miles away from what money can buy, especially motivation, tender care, and encouragement. I lacked them all and they made me cry as I lay there reminiscing about my life.
Right from childhood, mom had raised my brother and I morally and would always caution us against any form of immoral life. She had done everything possible to make sure Chucks and I live a decent and Christ-like life but we chose to live our lives the way we wanted. It’s obvious nothing is hidden under the sun forever. Who would have thought this day would come? In my weirdest imagination, it never crossed my mind I would someday stick a dildo in my butt. But there I lay helplessly in my own mess.
Fast forwarding, I had to pay the half payment before they could proceed with the minor surgery to get the dildo off my butt. My mom was so worried but the doctor convinced her I would be fine. He said and I paraphrase, “Madam, this is just a minor operation. Your daughter will be fine. You don’t need to bother yourself.”
Well, just like he said, the operation was carried out on the following day and it went successfully. The doctor cautioned and advised me to stop using it if I don’t know how it works. He was really kind with his words and his mustache reminded me of my late father who would have disowned me if he was still alive.
Two days later, I got discharged from the hospital. As we walked outside, the sun was just starting to rise and we caught a bus that drove us home. Throughout the remaining hours of that day, mom didn’t say a thing to me. Only Chucks got a response and answer to his questions. And when he eventually asked what happened to me, mom told him to ask me
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I woke up the following day and mom said my contract with Cyndy had come to an end. She insisted I can only go there to get my remaining bags and luggage. All my efforts to convince her to allow me to continue my work with Cyndy yielded no positive result. She remained adamant and kept saying I should go get my belongings and come back home. She said she can’t watch me perish while she was still alive. She equally emphasized the body changes she noticed in my body.
One of her talents is that she is very sensitive and knows when things go wrong. Truth is, she had been suspecting for a long time and I knew about it, but I have always done everything possible to cover up not until this one busted. She was finally convinced it was time for me to call it a quit.
One thing I loved about my mom is that she didn’t hover. I felt pretty independent while growing up. She didn’t bug me about doing homework or asked me about grades or tried to make decisions for me. I felt free and confident to go out and try things, come up with ideas, and attempt to make them happen. That was why I was able to decide for myself. She knows how to make the house feel cozy and welcoming to everyone who lives there and to visitors. I still love being in her house, even though it’s not the house I grew up in.
Staying back with them was definitely not part of my plans but she desperately wanted me to come back. She had several reasons why she wants me back and I couldn’t be happier to leave Cyndy. Did I forget to tell you about the pain from the surgery? Hmm, it didn’t just end there, I found it hard to poo and each time I bent to use the toilet, the pains increased. Though the doctor promised the pains would fade away gradually and I can’t wait.
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It was on a Friday morning when I summoned the courage to do as mom has commanded. That fateful day, I got back to Cyndy’s apartment to get my remaining luggage. Mom didn’t allow me to go with any other bags or any of the belongings I came back with. She felt I wouldn’t come back if I go back with my other belongings.
Cyndy was in the sitting room when I got into her apartment.
“Jane Love, you are back. You arrived at the right time. How’s your brother now?” She uttered in one breath. She then got closer and embraced me.
“He’s better now.”
“Okay. That’s good. I’m sorry I haven’t called all this while. I was quite busy.”
“Ok.”
“Welcome.”
“Thanks.”
“Why are you looking so dull?” she enquired when she noticed the look on my face.
“Nothing.”
“You lied. Your mom told you to come back?”
I was puzzled! d@mn! How did she get to find out the time again?
I turned and our eyes met. She let out a devilish smile.
“What really happened?” Cyndy added.
I was still in awe and my whole body shivered.
“How on earth did you know my mom wants me back!” I yelled in fear.
She laughed.
Still shivering at a spot, I ran inside my room. Cyndy was unbothered. I thought she would come after me but she remained in the sitting room with her phone and laptop. I got to the wardrobe and started getting my clothes into my bags. I was careful enough not to add the ones she bought for me. I ignored every single clothes she bought and likewise other accessories. My heart was pounding. It was time to leave Cyndy’s apartment. My mind was made up.
I was halfway arranging my stuff when she walked in and stood at the door.
“Interesting. Where do you think you are going?”
“Please, I’m afraid I can’t do this anymore.” I continued.
“You can’t continue with what?”
“I can’t continue living here, you scare me every blessed day.”
“You lied. You ain’t going anywhere.”
“Please, I’m leaving. Thank you for everything. I want o go back to my family.” I kept on arranging my clothes.
She laughed but I kept on without looking up at her face. I noticed she was approaching, so I quickly raised my head.
“Jane, you belong to me. You ain’t going anywhere.”
“God forbid! I don’t belong to you. I’m going back to my family. I don’t want to do anymore.”
“But you still have my mark on you.”
“Which mark are you talking about?”
“Right there on your neck.”
I felt my whole system shivering, and just then I remembered how she caused me to bleed on the neck that very day. I quickly placed my left hand on my neck to feel the scar. I was yet to drop my hand and boom, she pushed me down the bed which was behind me.
“Please, I’m not interested again,” I pleaded as I lay on my back, our faces glaring at each other.
“You don’t decide when to quit. I decide,” she whispered to my right ear.
To be continued…
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