mystery_flame

PAINKILLER

I just got my release papers after spending seven years in prison. You might all be wondering why I got in prison. It's that simple. I killed a man for raping me. Now, most people and the court didn't see what I did as self defence because that man was my husband. They thought me cruel and heartless to murder a man who I was supposed to love. I don't blame them because they were actually right but they did not know the full story behind my charade of a marriage. I only blame my parents for selling me off and getting me married against my will. I had just turned eighteen and I wanted to enjoy my adulthood but they ruined my plans. They got me married and I spent the other years in prison. 

I was the only child of my parents and things were not so good for us. I was willing to not go to school in order to help them hustle and provide. But they thought marrying me off would solve our financial needs. I begged and pleaded but they wouldn't listen. And after three months of marriage, I turned a murderer. 

I was willing to leave all that in the past now and start anew. But I couldn't help but wonder if my past was willing to leave me and let me start anew. One way or the other, I knew, that my past was gonna come haunt me. And I don't know if I was prepared or not yet. 

"Victoria Williams?" a female police officer asked me when I got to the counter. 

"Yes ma'am," I replied and nodded. 

I watched her fill out a book and let me sign. She gave me some new clothes and a wallet. Another police officer unlocked my handcuffs and showed me a room to change in. 

I changed quickly and observed myself in a mirror. I had changed a whole lot. All my fat was gone and was replaced by thin skin,  jutting bones and sunken eyes. The new clothes made me presentable to the world I was going to meet and that was satisfactory. I walked out the changing room to the waiting room to be greeted by a small girl who ran and hugged me. 

"Mummy," she said.

MY PAINKILLER

As I walked into the mansion some hours later, tired and smiling, I could not help but go across everything that had happened during our picnic date.

The two busy bodies had intentionally planned a picnic date to get the opportunity to pick my insides clean and get information while we still had fun.

At first they had been all out on defence, most especially Rosha and I could not bring myself to blame her one bit. She had been there when this same face had maltreated me and ruined the life of me and my child. She had been there and had known a bit too late. She had not been able to do anything to help me then so it was understandable how high her defense hackles were at that moment.

Gabriel had been a bit more relaxed compared to Rosha but, I could not use that to judge anything. Rosha had always been the spit fire one and Gabriel had always been the more calm waters.

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