Inspired by the Holy Spirit
Written by Damilola Babs
From the stable of Reflection Book Hub
Mary almost ran late earlier in the morning, but for her car, she made it to work in time, only to realize that she had left her phone at home. She wasn’t comfortable, it was her major line. She knew she had to go back home for it. Unfortunately, going back to Wisdom’s house wasn’t child’s play. She sat there on her seat and kept sighing. She heard people shouting outside her office, but she wasn’t borthered about them. All she could think was how to get her work line, the one she had left in Wisdom’s house. Her back was turned to the door in frustration. She turned and a slap welcomed her face. Mary fell to the ground in full force. The whole office gathered at her entrance in shock.
“Are you Mad?” It was Mayokun defending her. She staggered up on her feet and almost fell back. Biola rushed to her side and held her.
“I am talking to my woman. Stay out!”
“Do I look like I care? Mr. Man, get out!” Mayokun parched at him.
He brought out her phone from his pocket and smashed it on the ground. Mary could swear she could hear him breathing heavily in anger. She was too ashamed to even lift her head. Especially in front of Mayokun, her long time admirer. She stood there stone faced, hiding her face behind her thick human hair wig.
“This is going to be your last day in this office. You had better resign before you return.” He yelled and strode out in anger.
“Thank you all, show over, you may now return to your offices.” Biola announced and it worked. Everyone returned one after the other to their office space. Mary just leaned on her friend’s shoulder and cried. She knew it was the end of her and Wisdom. He had no justification for what he did, she was done.
“Mary,” Mayokun called softly trying to move closer. Biola waved him off her. He understood and left the women immediately.
“Who was that?” Biola asked her amidst her sob.
“My mistake.” She answered her and cried more. She wished she had brought her things with her the night before, because it only meant seeing the monster, Wisdom once again before walking out of his life finally.
The house was dark. Mary wasn’t a guest. She walked right in resting her hand on the right part of the wall. The light came up. Wisdom sat there on his brown leather sofa writhing of alcohol. He was angry, but so was she. Her swollen face hadn’t recovered yet. She didn’t say a word to him, she just sobbed in regret and went into the room to get her things. How could she have left Andrew for this waste? She asked herself and cried the more as she picked her dress and wig. They were those she had work the previous night. Once she reached the loving room, Wisdom was standing at the door.
“Get yourself off that door.” She told him sternly, but he acted deaf and stood there still.
“You…” he began, staggering back and forth, his mouth yelling alcohol at her. “I let…you go the first time, but not this time. I am not going to let you go. The reason…why you keep leaving me is that virginity that gives you pride. This time, I will take it.” He told her in his absolutely drunken state.
“What do you mean by that wisdom?” She asked staring in confusion. She did understand what he meant one bit. She hissed and attempted to step out, but Wisdom landed her another hot slap on the same spot he had slapped her earlier in the day, the pain was crazy. It ran through her whole system and went straight to her brain.
“Ha!” She yelled out. It was obvious he wasn’t done. The big guy moved closer and decked her again and again and again, she fought the demon back, but it was obvious she wasn’t as prepared as he was. He brought our a kitchen knife and stabbed her in her stomach.
“Wisdom!” She yelped and held her stomach as she gradually fell to the ground looking at him. The man wasn’t remorseful. He advanced quickly and pulled her white dress up.
“Pl…ease, don’t do this.” She managed to beg, but the evil in him had killed his sense of reasoning. Mary knew dying now, in this house wasn’t an option. She was too weak to fight Wisdom off, she wanted to use what was left of her strength to fight for her life. She had to live!
Copyright Damilola Babs, 2022
No part of this book shall be plagiarized except if authorized by the author.
