I can’t remember the last time I was that scared. As I pressed my ear hard against the door to catch every word they were saying, I could hear my heart beat loud and clear. It was beating so badly I feared it could jump right out of my chest. I was that terrified. I know Aunt Meg, she was a smart woman, a very inquisitive and sensitive person.
She could read easily between the lines and decode your body language even before you’re done coding it. You couldn’t play her for a fool and be sure you would get away with it. Only God knows for how long I can continue to carry this burden and conceal my shame and sin away from this woman that’s been nothing short of a blessing to me…
“Ah! But this is too much, Greg, you’re not saying anything, I said who did this to you?” I heard Aunt Meg’s terrified voice.
“Take it easy, dear, it’s just a minor scratch,” Uncle Greg was trying to make light of the issue.
“What?” Aunty fired back at her husband. “How can you call this a scratch? Can’t you see it yourself? This is deep and nasty!”
“I had a fight with a guy on my way from work,” the man lied yet again.
“Fight? You? What kind of fight?”
“The idiot was driving recklessly and nearly bashed my car. We exchanged a few altercations and the next thing I heard was a slap on my face….”
“And you retaliated?”
“What else could I have done, dear? Tell him thank you and walk away?” Oga retorted, sounding so believable.
“No, dear, I’m just surprised. It’s unlike you to get into a fight in public, you usually deal well with your temper.”
“Well, unfortunately, I couldn’t deal with it this time, I was really provoked beyond limits,” Mr. Randy responded. He was so smooth about it you couldn’t possibly fault his story. “You’re only sounding this way because you didn’t see what I did to the guy, if you did you would’ve been pitying him, not worrying about me! He went home with a thoroughly bloodied and battered face while I ended up with only a scratch and you’re screaming.”
“Okay o, I’ve heard you. It’s just that I’m not happy with the whole thing.”
“Don’t you worry about it, dear, it will dry up soon. It just peeled a little flesh off my skin, that’s all.”
There was silence. Madam wasn’t saying anything. I guess she was still trying to make sense of all he just told her.
“I will help you apply some medications to it before you sleep. Have you eaten?”
“Not yet, darling, Rosemary was just about serving me when you arrived.”
“Should she bring your food now?”
“Sure, I am famished.”
“Rosemary!” Aunt Meg called for me. I didn’t respond. I didn’t want her to suspect I’d been eavesdropping on their conversation.
“Rosemary!” she called again, then I answered, dashing out of my room to meet her in the living room.
“Yes, Aunty!”
“Is dinner ready?”
“Yes, ma, it’s ready.”
“Alright, serve my husband his meal, I will take mine after I’d finished taking a shower,” she’d instructed as she headed to her room. The moment Aunt Meg’s back was turned, Uncle Greg winked at me with a stupid smile on his face. The bastard was feeling proud of himself for spinning a good lie that appeared to have convinced his wife and even got her feeling sorry for him. If only he realized how much he was infuriating me with that stupid smile on his face. I didn’t say anything to him, I merely walked away to get him his meal. I was already serving Uncle Greg his dinner minutes after when I suddenly heard Aunty Meg shouting my name from inside her room.
“Rosemary! Rosemary!!” Aunty Meg kept calling even as I repeatedly answered her. There was something about the way she called me that frightened me.
“Come here! Come here right now!!” she ordered, her voice laden with palpable anger.
“I’m coming, ma!” I answered. Uncle Greg and I threw puzzled glances at each other. What could be the problem? Did she find something that’s exposed Uncle Greg and I?
I dropped the meal and raced into her room. Aunty Meg was standing furiously beside the bed she shares with her husband.
“Yes, ma!” I’d said as I entered the room.
Her face was flushed with boiling rage, her eyes crimson red. “Rosemary, tell me, what is this on the floor? What is this doing in my bed room?” She pointed to the floor, close to the bed. I turned my gaze to the direction she was pointing at. Lying almost hidden on the floor, beside the bed, was a large strand of the attachment that must’ve fallen from my hair during my ordeal with Uncle Greg!
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