MY WEDDING NIGHT
As I drew my last breath, I remembered the words of Bella Swan in the Twilight.
“ I’d never given much thought to how I would die, but even if I had, I would not have imagined it like this”.
Gerard’s face was contorted with rage. The kind that made every inch of me cringes. And then he slapped me. I was startled. He had never hit me before, not once in our twelve months of Courtship. It’s our wedding night.
What could I have done to deserve this? I asked him.
He responded.
You didn’t have to do anything. Your fate was sealed the day your father killed my parents!
My eyes widened with shock. I couldn’t believe it. My father was a Reverend in the church. I had never seen him hurt anyone.
What? How? What do you mean?; I stuttered.
That question seemed to stir his fury; then, he hit me again.
You are so naive.
You have always been a daddy’s girl; you think he’s perfect, too good!
I wanted to tell him that only God was perfect, but I was too stupefied to talk, so he continued.
Well, you know what Missy?
Your Father is not perfect. He is a drug dealer! He said and went into the bedroom.
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I started to laugh at that point because, It all seemed too incredulous. That my newly wedded husband had hit me twice on our wedding night, Reverend father was a drug dealer and that he was responsible for the death of Gerard’s parents.
I concluded that he was playing a prank. So I laughed till my belly hurt and my eyes started to stream.
Could this be Gerard’s definition of foreplay? I thought.
After all, we had never had sex before. We agreed to wait till our wedding night.
So, I decided to go and join him in the bedroom.
I found him searching the wardrobe. He picked up a file, looked through it and removed a sheet of paper.
Then he turned and showed it to me. It was a print of an email sent by my father to another email.
How did Gerard get access to my dad’s mail? I wondered silently.
I took the paper and started to read. Then I began to tremble. The mail was a response to an order of Coke (cocaine) from a client.
How could this be?
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Tears began to drop from my eyes as I recalled a day when I asked my father how come we were so rich, even though he was a full time cleric. He told me it was God’s blessing. But, it had all been a lie.
My parents found out your father’s drug dealing business, he got to know and sent someone to shut them up forever. Gerard said.
He said that he was young then. His life was shattered by the death of his parents and he knew who caused it. He had lived all these years planning revenge. He was going to wipe out my family, and he was going to start with me.
My eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets. I knelt down and started to beg him. Then he hit me again. I was taken aback by the force of the slap as my head hit the bed stand. He pulled me up and flung me to the bed.
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It was still my wedding night, when my groom tied my hands to the bed, tore my dress into shreds and unzipped his fly.
It was still my wedding night, when he plunged his manhood into me mercilessly, placed his large hands on my neck and squeezed my throat as continued to rape.
How Ironic! A married woman raped and strangled by her bethroe.
As I started to shuffle off this mortal coil, I drew my last breath.
I couldn’t help but recall Bella’s words;
“I had never given much thought to how I was going to die, but even if I had, I would never have imagined it like this".****
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