Claimed by the Mafia King

One week later

I WAS SHAKING IN ANGER.

“You will still go to that Port-Harcourt. Don’t think that you are going to escape from it. Useless child like you! What were you doing outside the bus that caused you to have an accident if it wasn’t you going to meet a man. That was how you accused someone of wanting to rape you. How am I sure that you were not the one who tried to seduce him!” My dad screamed at me.ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

He was yelling so much my head started to ache bad. I was hurt from his words. His accusations was unbearable but I didn’t break down. I didn’t dare! My face remained unflinched.

“My daughter is not going anywhere! You want someone that just survived a motor accident just a week ago to start traveling now?” My mum shouted back.

“Didn’t the doctor tell you that she might have gotten down to get food for herself when she was hit by a car. She left this house without eating but of course you won’t know cause you didn’t ask and you don’t care!”

I had never seen my mum this enraged before. She was practically screaming and her eyes never left my Dad’s as she spoke. It was like all the fear she felt dissipated into thin air. She must have been so afraid of losing me.

Although she was trying to defend me her shouting was adding to the migraine I was having. I was proud of her anyway.

Even my dad seemed to be taken aback by her.

They both stood in the middle of the parlour trying to assert their dominance over me.

“But she can go to work can’t she! Eh!” He replied, shining his eyes so wide as if he wanted to swallow my mom. Although she was taller than him he still managed to intimidate her.

His phone beeped and he brought it out of his pocket while ignoring us. He read through the text message and smiled. “By the time I come back from the shop your clothes had better be neatly packed in your box. That is if I come back. Useless child!”

“Daddy where are you going?” My mum asked. I knew that look, she was suspecting him for something. I used that opportunity to sneak out of the house.

I just could stand them anymore.

I promised my boss that I was going to open the shop early today since I had already missed one week of work.

He had been so understanding so I didn’t want to fail him.

I was so tired when I got to work, because I half ran to the shop so I wont open it too late. I didn’t want to be scolded by my boss. It was Friday and we usually had more customers today.

I had to maintain this job so that I could save money for myself most especially now that my father would probably soon run away with another woman like he did last two years. I had seen the signs then and I was seeing it now and even though my mum pretended not to see it, I was sure that she did too.

Whenever he wanted to do something like this he became more aggressive and angry.

I still didn’t know how I got down from the Bus although my Doctor threw hints. Thank God the amnesia I had was for a day, most probably I didn’t even forget anything. In fact I was sure that nothing happened because my doctor told me that when they found me I had already been unconscious for a while.

Well. I could only thank God for saving my life. Soon I would remember what I was really doing outside the Bus. Something in me told me that it was more than what the Doctor had told us.

I wasn’t someone who would take the risk of going down from the bus just to get food. But, I was unpredictable and impulsive so there was a possibility.

I was just about to unlock the gate of my shop when I heard a familiar voice call my name.

I was shaken. My heart pounded in my chest and sunk into my stomach. I turned back with the bravest face I could muster at that time and frowned.

“Ken what are you doing here?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper, not from fear but anger. I was enraged.

“I am here to get you dear. You are mine.” He took a hold of my hand completely catching me off guard.

I whimpered.