Flower girl – episode 1

Flower Girl – episode 1
© Samuel Oyebamiji
Editor’s Note: This story contains some errors. You’ll find errors in grammar and in the use of tenses. Regardless of that, it is a great story with an interesting storyline.
“Shall we stand up and observe a minute silence for Mrs Sandra, she has being a source of inspiration to many when she was alive, may her gentle soul rest in peace” I watched as the pastor spoke and the church members stood to observe a minute silence for my mum .
I had lost my mum on a very fateful night five days ago , I woke up as usual in the morning ,I went to the bathroom to brush, I rinsed my face and used towel to dry it, I stretched my body and blinked my eyes
I walked out of the bathroom feeling relaxed and happy , I went to the kitchen to greet my mum, that is where she is suppose to be , she wakes up as early as possible to cook for the whole family everyday. I checked her there and I couldn’t find her
“ what could be wrong with my mum” I thought as I came out of the kitcen
“ I guess she is not feeling fine “ I went iinside her room and saw her still lay on the bed “ I moved closer to her and tappped her but she was not responding
“ this is uncommon for my mum” why in the world will she be sleeping helplessly like this ?” I asked myself
I tapped her again , this time very well , but she was not responding
I tapped her a number of times and made her look at me , I touched her nostrils to see if she was still breathing ,she had stopped breathing
I shouted and jumped , I held my hair tight like I would pull it off , tears rolled down my eyes , my father is not a serious man , since he had tried to rape me when I was 6, my mum decided to divorce and she divoorced him so that he would not destroy my life
Just my mum and I , and now the only person I trust and love so much had died , I cried hard and lay my head on the dead body’s abdomen
I couldn’t call any more person than the pastor of the church we attend , I called him and he came around
He confirmed that my mum had died and felt so pathetic for me, he advised me to be strong that it is the Lord the give and take
Every words of his couldn’t console me , I lost the dearest person to me
The pastor callled the ambulanmce and it came after few minutes to carry my mum away
Many church members came around to symphatize with me , coonsoling me ,encouraging me while I sobbed hardly
I cried for days until it was Sunday and I decided that I must go to church that day
I had beeing in church lost in mind, thinking about the beautiful experiences I had with my mum and If I could ever find someone that I can find solace in .
After a series of programmes , the pastor came out and told the church member to observe a minute silence for my mum, which they did
I fought tears from comiing from my eyes but it refused , tears gushed down my eyes and my head kept swelling like it would burst any time
The Old church folk who was a woman hugged me with her left arm and petted me , few eyes were on me when they noticed that the lady whose mother had died was sobbing , which was me
Other programmes unfolded in church and after the Sunday service , the pastor was busy attending to some cburch members and everybody was just fixed up , I moved out of the church feeling sorry for myself and went home
I got home and saw my Dad sitting on one of the chairs in the sitting room with his legs crossed, sipping a glass of wine ,he looked at me and smirked as I entered the house
Dad: Grace , aren’t you happy to see me , why are you frowning your face ?
Grace : Oh really , you are such a wicked father , you tried to rape me so many years ago , you are not even ashamed of yourself , your wife died and still, you had the gut to be laughing mockinly at me , You are not sober , you are even sip;ping wine , Oh my! What kind of a man are you , are you so dumb?
I percived a rush of turnado rush towards me in split second and hugged my cheeck with a hot slap, my father slapped me so hard, I fell to the floor at once
My head stopped working for a second
“You fool , your mother is not here again , you think you just talk to me anyhow, you were not thought to respect elders” my father said shouting and panting heavily like he would kill me
I lay on the floor crying , I was trying to find my way to stand up when he pushed me down roughly with his wicked and stinking hand
“ what was that for?” I thought as I lay on the floor gasping for breath , I was so afraid of him
He started unbuckling his belt and lay on me
I used my legs to push him but It is not having any effect on him , I am a slim girl , He gave me blows at sensitive joints in my body , I became inactive, I couldn’t use my hand or my leg , the hard blow he gave me had made me weak , he pulled off his trouser and a knock sounded on the door
I was so happy that I would finally escape the saga that is about to happen to me, without any iota of shame , I still lay down on the floor and he did not bother putting on back his trouzer , he went to the entrance with his boxer to see who the person was, after few seconds , the person entered
I stilll didn’t know who the person was because they were behind me , the visitor came in front of me so I can have a clear view of him , I saw him , It was my pastor
“pastor , help me “ I muttered silently
Pastor : I wish I can baby , but I’m glad your father had not slept with you, because I would have killled him , I wanted to be the first person to taste of your ****
“ what is going on here “ I thought as I looked at the pastor fretfully
I watched as he unbuckled his belt and pulled off his trouser, he placed his right hand firmly on my neck like someone that would kill me ,
“If you tell anyone , It simply means you are dead ” he said and pulled off my pinafore and pulled off my pant , he was not putting on a boxer , he just pushed his stinking cock inside my ****, tears rolled down my face as he thrust his **** inside me continuously
I wished for help but I couldn’t find one, after he had thrusts in and out and felt satisfied , he pulled his cock out and stood up from me
“: wao! That was so sweet , now it’s your turn boy “ he said speaking to my dad
“ you see, your father is one of my many workers , so don’t be surprised “ the pastor said and find a chair for himself to sit , he sat and watched my dad
I saw as my dad unbuckled his belt ,I wish I can fight so hard but I had being rendered useless,he moved closer to me and threw my pant that the pastor had already pulled off away
He thrust his **** in gently and smirks looking at me to see my facial expression , he thrust his cock in and out of my **** continuously for what looked like minutes , it went on and on until I lost consciousness , I guess I fainted
I woke up and find myself lay beside a bush, I didn’t know where I was , I need to find solace for myself , I bgged a lot of people for weeks to accommodate me but no one was willing to accommodate a stranger , I became a beg on the street
A woman came down from her jeep one of this days that I dressed tattered, standing on the street begging for alms from passerby
Woman : Young lady , tell me about yourself
Grace: I’m grace , I was raped and dumped to this place , I did not know how I find myself here
Woman : would you like to work with me
Grace: I would be glad ma
Woman: hop inside the car
I did as she commanded , we got to a beautiful building and with the people strolling up and down naked , I knew at once that I was in a brothel, a place for prostitutes
Woman: This is the work I do for a living , you will become a slut and strip for men every nigh , you will be safe and secure , you will make more money for me and for yourself and live a happy life
“ oh no ! not again , I can’t just give out my body just any how , giving my body to every thorn, thick and array to use, Oh no! I cant “ I’m sorry ma , I have to start going ” I said and faced back wanting to leave
“ young girl, do take your time and think about it , you are perfect for the job” she said and walked away
I shook my head and decided never to be a prostitiute , I had always being a good girl all my life, I walked out of the brothel back into the street
To be continued




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