Tseju's Bayo

Chapter Eighteen - An Ugly Past

WARNING
This chapter contains strong abusive language. It also contains an abusive sexual scene. Viewer discretion is advised. Seriously tho. This chapter gets ugly.

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The rain came from nowhere. One minute the skies over Benin City were all bright and cheerful and the next minute it was dark and moody and seconds later, the skies wept to empty its clouds of all they’d gathered from drying the earth up. On her way to Faculty for the last class of the day, Tseju had not seen the rain coming and she was totally unprepared for the rain. Well, I’m already wet, might as well keep going. She thought to herself as she forged on, completely drenched by the rain. 

Honk honk.

The horn came from behind her. She turned just as the white Mercedes pulled up beside her. The driver motioned for her to get in, but she motioned to her totally soaked body as if to inform him that the style wasn’t wet and wear but that she was actually drenched in rain water. He motioned her to come in anyway.

“Hi.” The dark, bearded and incredibly handsome stranger took her hand in his after she’d settled into his car. “Name’s Craig. Actually, it’s Akachukwu, but my friends call me Craig.” He said, his eyes basically eating her up.

“Why do they call you Craig then?” She asked, the way he looked at her like a piece of meat unnerved her.

“Stick around long enough and you’ll find out yea?” He said, flashing her an insanely white pair of teeth as he smiled. She smiled in return. He dropped her off at the entrance to faculty and collected her number, promising to see her again. She smiled and shut the door. She stood watching and waving as he drove off. Little did she know someone had been watching and had informed her boyfriend.

She’d barely entered his room before the attack began. “You fvcking slut!” He yelled, mere seconds before his left palm made contact with her left cheek. “Who was the boy who dropped you off at faculty? Who? Another one of the men you’re sleeping with? Another one of the men fvcking this ugly deformed little body of yours?” He yelled, pushing her so she fell on his bed.

Tseju had no idea how he’d found out. She began trembling all over and it was not because of the cold. “It…it’s not li..li..like that. It was…” She tried to explain, as panic spread through her like a crazy virus.

“Shut up whore! Don’t talk when I’m fvcking talking to you!!” Benjamin yelled, his palms struggling to rip her shirt open.

Struggling to control the tears that were rushing down her face like an oil spill, she struggled with the erratic fear that was eating her insides up. “It was raining, I was wet, he dropped me off, that was it, I swear. I swear to God.” She finally managed to choke out.

Taking his belt off, he suddenly calmed down and smiled, his lips taking the form of a cute but evil sneer. From experience, Tseju knew it was only the calm before the actual storm. She kept her eyes trained on his chest for she was sure if she looked up, she’d see the devil staring back at her through his eyes. “Oh you were wet huh? Wet for his fvcking cock huh? You fat ugly bitch. You’re gonna get some cock alright. You fvcking ugly whore.”

Curling one muscular palm around her slender neck, he slammed into her. The impact sent shock and pain waves rolling through Tseju’s small frame. She shut her eyes and screamed. His free palm squeezed her left breast like he was juicing an orange. She shut her eyes even tighter and screamed even louder.

“Shut up whore.” He grunted. “Stop acting like you’ve not been fvcked this hard before. At least it’s just one person this time.”

Tseju’s eyes flew open at his words. He smiled, an ungodly show of teeth that caused fear, disgust and hate to crawl over Tseju’s skin like as though it was facilitating a marathon for two ant colonies. He pulled out mid thrust, flipping her over so she was on her hands and knees facing the mirror on the wall opposite his bed. He wanted her to watch! Her stomach twisted in horror as she fought the urge to throw up, tears flowing freely down her face.

“You go about flaunting your ugly ass curves practically begging for it, and when you get it, you go crying that you were raped.” He sneered at her crying reflection as his left palm made harsh contact with Tseju’s right butt check. He slapped her again, enjoying the feel on his palm. Again, again, again and again.

“You’re a whore! That’s what you are.” He whispered into her ears in between thrusts, his grip now on her neck grew tighter with each thrust. Tseju hoped his climax would take more time before it came. She hoped he’d get lost in the throes of his ugly lust and forget his grip around her neck. It had happened before, but she prayed the grim reaper would be quicker this time.

As she felt his warm seeds spread inside her, tears rolled down her eyes. Not because she’d have to suffer the effects of the Postinol tablet she was gonna take later in the day, no no. She wept because she’d survived yet again.

“I’m done with your prostitute ass. Get your things and leave. I don’t wanna meet your fat ugly ass when I get back.” Were the last words he said to her before slamming the door behind him before he went out to God knows where.

Researchers in the field of psychology have discovered that words have power. You call a person something long enough, they become that thing. And so, later that night Tseju called Craig whose name was actually Akachukwu and after agreeing to meet up, she gave herself a full face beat for the first time in over a year and 5 months since Benjamin forbade her from making up because it made her look like a cheap whore who was asking for it. She spent the rest of the evening in a club and then the next three months in Craig’s bed. Out of the ashes of a woman who’d spent two years in a verbally, physically and sexually abusive relationship, an actual “whore” was born.

When Craig broke up with Tseju because she was too “emotionally unavailable”, she laughed in his face and spent the next two months in Tony’s bed, and when he started talking about love, she broke up with him and spent the next five months warming some Alhaji’s bed. He was unmarried though. She had principles afterall. When that sucker started talking about settling down and having kids, she walked right out of that and stopped dating. She started “seeing” men. When the fun ran out, she walked away.

Tseju no longer believed she was destined for the love thing. She knew it was real because of aunty Jumi and uncle Mide, but it hadn’t worked for her or her mother, so she gave into the closest thing; lust. For her men became nothing more than sexual objects to be used or external ATM cards to be spent. She didn’t need to build walls around her heart, there was no need to protect what was already dead, for she told herself the part of her that could ever fall in love died the last time Benjamin laid his hands on her.

But here she was, over a thousand feet high up in the sky, willing the huge iron bed to fly faster and take her to the man who’d defibrillated her dead heart with his own very much alive love. She forgot her fear of heights, her mind consumed with prayers for her MIA mother and the man she loved.

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For real tho, this Benjamin scene had me going