ABUSIVE RELATIONSHIP - Episode 2

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Ten Days Later…
“Chiichii!!! Chiichii where are you?” Joy shouted. “I met with your parents and they are happy to take you back.” She opened the door to the guest room where Chinagorom had been staying, but she was not in the room. She ran downstairs and asked her parents the last time they saw Chinagorom. “I haven’t seen her all afternoon,” said Ngozi, her mother. “That is unusual. She is always around the building. Have you checked for her clothes? Maybe she has gone back to that idiot,” said her father, Elonu. Joy ran back upstairs and ransacked the room. Chinagorom was nowhere to be found and her plastic bag was gone too. She did not have a cell phone, so Joy could not reach her by phone.

“I think she has gone back to him,” she said with a sad look on her face as she rejoined her parents in the living room. “She is truly hooked to that monster. I don’t get it! I can’t understand how any woman would go back to that idiot!” Elonu lamented.


Dubem sat on one of the ragged couches in his living room, ‘downloading’ garri and bitter leaf soup when he heard a gentle knock on the door. “Yes,” he answered in a muffled tone as a ball of garri journeyed down is rough throat. “Come in,” he added after swallowing the ball of garri.

Hearing his voice sent a wave of anxiety through Chinagorom who stood by the door. Her legs were shaking in fear. Neighbors watched angrily, while some laughed at her as they observed from behind their curtains. “Who is it, come in! I am eating, please,” Dubem said. Slowly, she opened the curtain, moving carefully. She looked in, her heart drumming frenetically. “Good…good…good evening, Dubem,” she stuttered. “It is you. How are you?” “I am…I am fine.” “Come in; quit standing at the door like that. Come in my dear,” he urged her.

The sight of her was great relief for him. He had not had sex in over a week. As he molded the next ball of garri, he could feel vibrations between his legs. His breathing was ramping up like an old locomotive engine shunting to life after a long period of suspended service. “Will you beat me?” she asked, her voice revealing her fear. “Why would I, dear? It has been over a week. Come on, I am not such a monster. Come in please. I made bitter leaf soup. Come and eat with me, dear,” he cajoled her.

Cautiously, she dragged her feet into the living room. “I promise, Chiichii…my Chiichii, I won’t beat you!” he assured her. She entered the bedroom with her heart beating ferociously. Any moment now, he is going to pounce on me and beat the life out of me, she thought. To her delightful surprise, Dubem did not charge at her. She returned to the living room, still watching him cautiously. Onyekachi, a seventeen year old boy, the son of one of their neighbors sneaked close, pressing his ear against the wall. He had staked a bet with his younger brother, Emeka that Dubem would soon be having sex with Chinagorom. He listened intently, signaling towards his brother that they were making up.

“Come here my dear,” Dubem said, locking the door. “Please don’t beat me again, Dubem. I beg of you in God’s name, please don’t beat me. I had nothing to do with those boys. We were just talking. I love you with all my heart and I will never cheat on you. I swear!” “It is okay, my dear. I said I won’t beat you and I meant it.” He bent over and washed garri and soup off his hand. Then, he held her. Moments later, he led her to their tiny bedroom. Moments later, Onyekachi signaled to his brother and their friend, Chisom that they were doing it. They ran closer and listened. The boys giggled as they imagined what was happening inside the apartment.

By the next morning, all seemed well. Dubem made love to her again before leaving for work. He worked as a bricklayer and his boss had a big running contract. “I will bring you lunch at noon, dear,” Chinagorom promised. “Thank you darling,” Dubem said as he dashed off. By noon, Chinagorom was on hand with his lunch, which he devoured ravenously. She waited patiently to take the plates back home. When she got home, she went to work making his dinner.

Several weeks later, Dubem returned home from work and found one of the younger men whom he had suspected to be interested in Chinagorom walking past his door. “What are you doing here?” He asked the younger man whose name was Chikere. “Since when did I start telling you what I do or don’t do?” Chikere shot back at him. “You are after my girlfriend, right? Did you sleep with her? You are coming from my apartment. You did it with her in my own house?” “You are merely renting an apartment idiot; you don’t own a house, church rat. Besides, why would I want to sleep with the girl you have destroyed by beating her frequently? I have taste and class, idiot; I have nothing to do with your worn out girlfriend.”

“What is going on?” Chinagorom who has heard raised voices said, running outside. She wore a skimpy top and a short skirt. Her cleavage stared delicately at anything and anyone in front of her. She had dressed in those in anticipation of a feisty night of sex with Dubem upon his return. “What are you wearing?” Dubem yelled at her. “I…Honey, I was…I dressed for you,” she answered, sensing his rage. “So, you were doing it with him in my own house, right?” “I did not nothing with nobody, Dubem, my heart. I was inside when I heard your voice, and I have not seen Chikere in weeks.”

“Is that why he decided to pay you a visit while I was gone, right?” “Why are you questioning her while I am here? Are you afraid to face your fellow man?” Chikere asked Dubem. “I have no time for you riffraff. Come inside with me, Chinagorom.” “So you can beat her again?” Chikere asked. “None of your business!!!” “I did nothing sweetheart. Ask everyone, he was not in our house. I swear.” Chikere reached out and held Dubem, who lashed at him. That was what Chikere was looking for.

He punched Dubem in the mouth, sending him to the ground. “How dare you touch him?” Chinagorom shouted, slapping Chikere in the face. “Let me beat him up for you, Chinagorom. This idiot does not deserve a girl like you.” “Don’t you dare touch him again!” Chinagorom was barking at Chikere as she reached out to help Dubem back to his feet. Dubem sprang up and kicked Chikere. He caught him in the thigh. Chikere responded with a lethal punch that landed firmly on Dubem’s face. Before he could respond, he got another punch on the side of his head and another on the other side, leaving him dazed.

Chinagorom ran inside and reappeared with a wooden spoon. She smacked Chikere in the head. “Get away from us!” She shouted. An older neighbor intervened, pulling Chikere away. Dubem got up and dragged himself into the apartment. When Chinagorom joined him, he locked the door and began to pummel her relentlessly. “I did nothing…God knows I did nothing wrong, Dubem. Please, I did nothing with him. I did not even know he was in the compound until I heard you arguing with him,” she implored him.

“Liar! Liar! You won’t stay away from those irresponsible boys!” He kicked her in the abdomen. She lay sprawled on the floor as blood spewed out between her legs. Engulfed by sudden fear, he began to drag her up. There was too much blood. “I am sorry, Chinagorom,” he said. “Help me!” he shouted, calling to his neighbors. He had forgotten that his door was locked. A neighbor banged on the door out of concern. “I was…I was going to tell you tonight that I was pregnant. I…I am crying your baby,” Chinagorom said before fainting. Dubem yanked the door open in panic and lifted her onto his shoulder.

Soon, they were transported to the hospital by a kind neighbor. Several hours later, Chinagorom woke up. She had lost her pregnancy. “She lost too much blood, but thankfully, we had enough blood to transfuse her,” the young female doctor explained. “Thank God,” Dubem said. “Stop thanking God and start being a man. If I were her or if she were my sister, I’d pay a hired killer to wipe you from the face of this planet. I am told you clobbered her into a miscarriage. You are disgusting,” the doctor snapped at him before walking out of the room. He sat beside Chinagorom, hanging his head in shame. She was crying, quietly.

A week later, she returned home and Dubem promised never to beat her again. He bought her a cell phone, her first cell phone to appease her. Soon, she was calling everyone she knew. Joy refused to talk to her. “I will never talk to you again until you leave that monster. I heard he kicked you in the abdomen leading to a miscarriage. The next time, it could be your life. Don’t you care about the baby that he just wasted before their life even started? Are you willing to put your poor children through more of the same thing? Don’t you think that you and they deserve better? Please don’t call me to tell me that he bought you a phone. Never call me again until you are through with him!” Joy hung up on her.

She began to think about Joy’s advice. The miscarriage had left her really scared. Nonetheless, she stayed with him. One afternoon, she received a text message from a number she did not know. “Hello Chiichii,” the text read. “Who is this?” She texted back. “You look great in that red blouse and black skirt.” She paused and looked around. She was standing in front of their building. “Who are you? Where are you?” “I am someone who appreciates you more than that idiot who beats you.” “Please stop texting me. I don’t want any trouble.” “I will keep texting you until you talk to me.” “Then show me who you are.” “Just walk down the street and take a right turn towards Umuede Street. When you reach the end of the street, take a left turn to the cul-de-sac. Just stand there and wait. I will be with you shortly.”

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Victor Chinoo

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