Baby killer’s Tale.
By: Sammy Umoru
Tags: Rape, True Story, Doctors, Short Story, Horror

It was dark. I had forgotten how I got here but the sharp pain I felt within reminded me exactly where I was. I was living any sane adult’s nightmare. Strangely, I had survived the ordeal but with the pain I felt and where it was coming from, I wished I was dead.

How did I get here? I tried to distract myself from the horror to replay the terrible events that got me here.

It was six months ago when I met Bode; the tall, well-built and handsome banker that my cousin had introduced me to. I was 16 at the time so the idea of dating a working class was it, let alone a banker. When Sidi told me her colleague liked small me, I couldn’t hide my joy. She did warn me though; in her words “adults like sex o, don’t go to his house o”… Did I hear?

Bode was a charming guy. He did not invite me to his place but always came to see me outside our house. He almost always came bearing gifts. I felt I was dating Santa (I thought I was dating). He had just finished his youth service and was working in a bank, 23 years of age while I was just offered admission into the university to resume the next year. He told me all he possibly could about university life and my times with him just made me want to go to school more.

We kissed a lot; he tasted like honey and milk - soft and smooth and always had this fierce desire when we made out. I really loved to kiss him. He however never made any untoward move and I was even the one that made him suck my boobs the first time it happened. I did tell him about my intention to keep my virginity till marriage and he claimed to understand and respect my decision; so when he invited me to his place one Saturday, there was no particular reason preventing me from visiting. I told my bestie about my man’s request to make me lunch and she devised a foolproof plan to get me out of the house for 3 hours.

D-day came and I went to see the boo. He cooked, put a movie on and gave me juice. Before we even had time to make out (which I was earnestly anticipating), I found myself dozing in and out of sleep and I felt it was just the good food coupled with my normal sleeping habit so I just went with the flow. I had this strange dream though that someone was trying to get on me and in the dream, I was faintly saying no and trying without much success to push him back. I opened my eyes from the dream to see bae trying to mount me and all I could do was still give the weak push as I had done in the dream. It wasn’t until the pain of hymen tearing kicked in that the adrenaline overshadowed the drug and I started to push back with more intensity. I still was no match for this nigga and he succeeded in having his way but for just a few minutes (couldn’t even last long).

He apologized profusely after and blamed the devil. As I packed myself up to leave, I couldn’t help but blame myself for actually going to his place and then my cousin’s voice started to ring in my ears. I got home, cleaned up, sobbed a bit in the shower and that was it. When I was giving bestie the gist, she was more shocked about how calm I was about the whole thing. I promised myself that I was not going to let the terrible event affect me… I had no idea.

One sunny Saturday, three months later. I was on tomboy overdrive that day; climbing trees, jumping fences to bestie’s, falling dangerously and getting back up, the full works. At the end of the day, I was totally spent, and after dinner, I just wanted to sleep but a sudden cramp-like pain started. It was not like any cramp I’ve ever had and before I knew it, I had started bleeding. Luckily I had put on a pad after my evening shower as I was expecting the flow soon but strangely the pad started to feel soaked. I managed to the toilet to check and as I took off the panty and pad, I saw myself streaming blood like Netflix on 4G LTE. I screamed at the sight. It was horrifying and confusing. My mother rushed in and started to panic as it was also a shock to her.

She quickly assisted me to put on another pad and pant and helped me into the compound. She signaled for the gateman to help me into the car and she zoomed off to the nearest hospital. I had never seen my mom on such frantic speed. She suddenly looked at me and asked “Toke were you pregnant?” before I could muster the strength to respond, she screamed, “I SAID ARE YOU PREGNANT!!!”

In my shock, fear, and confusion, I could only shake my head profusely to the sides and then bode came to mind. I shuddered. My mother must have observed and read the reaction I gave because she just stepped on the gas some more.

We got to the hospital and my mother explained what she saw and the little she understood to the nurse who rushed off to get a doctor. I was taken straight away to the OR with my mother running behind. I was hoping for some reassuring look from the tall man in doctor’s clothing that came to stand in front of me but all I saw was disdain in his eyes. He turned from me to my mother and asked “did she try to abort the baby?. My mother responded by saying she had no idea but the man faced me and repeated: “you aborted the baby, didn’t you?”

In my shock, I replied that I never knew I was pregnant but he was having none of it. He started to get agitated and was ranting about what a sinful thing I had done and how he would not want to save me because his beliefs kick vehemently against abortion. He said if not for the Hippocratic Oath, he would not touch me.

The next thing he said made me freeze to my bones; he said, “you will watch me remove the remains of the baby you killed; I will make you feel the pain of your sins”.

With those words, he began the procedure by shoving his gloved fists into me with all meanness possible. I had never experienced such pain in my life. I screamed out loud and looked around for help but I only saw a nurse with part pity and part hate on her face and another nurse shutting the door of the theater behind my mother. The last nurse had me in a tight grip to the bed like a submission hold.

I screamed every name that was dear to me with God the loudest but he did not hear me. The doctor affirmed that before going on his second trip into my Netherland to bring out the tissues of my inadvertently aborted fetus. At least he had the decency of sterilizing himself and using gloves before going into me the way he did. This was far worse than the events that got me to this point.

I was in so much pain, I was losing my breath. I could not take it anymore. I felt the next thing was death. I wished the death would just come and relieve me from the agonizing pain that I was in. Just before I passed out, the monster brought the tray to my face where the remains of my dead fetus were.

Severe pain, tears, shock, and hemorrhage were just some of the things I was feeling as the light started to dim from my eyes... The last word I heard before I passed out was “killer”.