We'd hardly talked to each other on our way
home. My tongue was tied and I couldn't speak
as a result of what had met my eyes downstairs
as I went looking for my man.
"I don't believe I started my marriage on this
note..." I eventually broke the eery silence
between us as we finished unpacking.
He didn't​ say anything, rather he went into the
bathroom. I sat on the bed and cried, clutching a
pillow to my chest. What had I not done for
Collins. I had never denied him sex and ensured
each time he had it to his full no matter how sore
my vagina felt. I had become a sex toy over the
past few months of knowing and being with him.
"Why are you crying?" I didn't hear him come out.
I turned around to find him naked. He had just
showered. "Isn't that a dumb question?"
"I think you're just overreacting."
"Overreacting you say?"
"Yes of course. What's the big deal?" He asked.
His words dealt me a blow and he suddenly
became irritable to me. "That I found my newly
wedded husband frolicking in a pool with five girls
is not reason enough to be mad? Eh Collins?
What sort of rubbish talk is that? How long have
we been married?"
"You should have simply joined the other ladies."
He said calmly. "Most of those people you saw
there are couples, but no one gives a hoot. We
mingle like that. If we must be spouses, then you
need to get used to it. Sex is meant to be
enjoyed, and variety is the spice of life. Don't be
so naive and conservative, look at the bright side
of everything and you would be thankful."
Oh my God! What nonsense was he talking
Collins came and sat beside me, "in that family,
we don't know who is married to who. When
you're horny, you turn to the nearest person to
"You must be sick. So it's true that you're a
His face tightened in a frown. "What did you just
"I said it's true you're a lunatic! I should have
"Who did you talk to?" He asked with rage
writhing his face.
"What does it matter? It's obvious that you are a
lunatic. No normal person thinks the way you do."
I had barely completed my sentence when a
deafening slap landed on my face. Few seconds
darkness befell me and left me groping for safety.
Before I could catch my breath, another one came
from the other side of my face and sent me
crashing on the floor from the bed.
"I can't see, oh God I can't see." I screamed.
"Are you going to tell me whom you've been
talking to?" I heard him cross over the bed to
where I was. I struggled to scurry away from him
but he caught me with his strong arms. The
same arms that were firm when we made out and
contributed to our fun, were the ones that kept
me from safety.
I was crying but he didn't care, rather he pinned
me to the floor yelling threats to my face. He
threatened to kill me if I didn't tell him.
"It's Vera... It's Vera." I struggled to speak from
choking under his grip on my neck.
"So you were discussing me with her and lied
when I asked you?" He landed me more slaps,
this time accompanied by punches from clenched
fists. I wrestled to defend myself from the
punches but it seemed to do little.
He tore my clothes off my body and raped me. I
lied there, motionless and passive, writhing in
pain as he had his way until he was done and left
me alone on the floor, crying with the little
strength left in me. Collins dressed up and left the
house that evening and never returned until the
next day.
When I acquired some strength, enough to get me
off the floor, I dragged myself to the bed and
propped myself against it. My head ached. I
didn't know who to talk to. I was alone and really
alone in this. I couldn't deal with complaining
about the marriage I boasted about just a day
after it started. Who would even make a sense
from what I might have to say? It would just be
awkward. How would I explain that my husband
was swamped by five ladies and doing orgy sex
in my post wedding party while I dozed off in the
bedroom upstairs.
I dragged myself further towards the bathroom
and on getting by the mirror I decided to have
look. I had become black eyed, with a red patch
on my left white eye, the very eye that received a
larger number of the punches. I needed a doctor.
After cleaning up, I knew I had to do something,
call someone or at least get some medication. I
dressed up in something nice and casual.
I fluffed my hair so it would fall freely and cover
the landmarks Collins had planted on my face. I
picked a pair of shades from their rack and
thought it covered well.
I started leaving only to get to the exit door and
realised it was locked. I had been locked in by
Collins. What was he wishing me? It was three
hours since he left and my head was still
pounding from the panel beating I received from
him. I slumped into one of the couches and
remained there for a long time before searching
the entire house for any medicine I could find.
Fortunately, I found some pain relievers and took
them. Few minutes later, I slept off.
I was still sleeping when I noticed someone's
presence in the room. I was still trying to wake up
when Collins joined me in bed and hugged me
tight from behind. He remained that way and
didn't let me wriggle free from his grip. He kissed
my neck and whispered into my ears.
"I'm sorry baby. It all ended yesterday. It will
never happen again."
I broke down and cried.
That morning, he served me breakfast in bed and
pecked me at every chance he got. But my friends
on Facebook have always opined that once a man
starts to beat his wife, it never ends.
I was yet to know how true that could be. At
least, I was married now and ready to have a first
hand experience of all that.
I picked up my phone and left the contacts list
where I had been battling the temptation to call
Vera. She was the only person who could at least,
understand. After I put the phone aside, Collins
spread before me two passports and other
documents that certified our trip to Dubai where
the end began.
To be continued..

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