The rain stopped at midnight.
I could have tried forcing my way in through the window I always used in my room but it was locked. I had locked it after that night of my birthday. I knew I wasn’t going to use it anymore and I had locked it up to keep away the bad memories.
Nothing attacked me or frightened me where I stood but by morning, I was shivering so badly and I was very hungry. I wanted to knock again but the throbbing pain in my neck reminded me of what could happen if I dared knocked on that door again, now that it was morning and the sounds would disturb them.
I needed to find food and shelter. I needed to leave.
I took a step away from where I had stood all night and felt a sharp pain in my hip socket. That wasn’t totally unexpected, considering the fact that I had remained in one position for hours all through the night.
I had nowhere to go, but I couldn’t remain out there till my parents saw me again. I took another step and it was also painfully hard. I took the third, then the fourth and by the time I reached the little gate, the pain had lessened significantly.
I stood by the gate and looked back at the house where I had lived my whole life. I hadn’t been born there, but I was raised there. It held so many memories.
I didn’t want to go. I wanted to see my sister again for the last time and tell her thank you for taking care of me when I was down but there was no way I could see her. Not unless I wanted to risk being beaten by my parents again.
She always left together with them in their car and that was the only time I could see her. I wiped the tears that was falling unabated from my eyes, took one long look at the house and turned around.
I left that house with only one thing in my head. I was going to return to school, work hard and make enough money to pay my school fees and abort the baby, then I would chase my dreams and one day, all of this would be a story.
But my parents had even crueler plans.