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It had been a week since Ify left, yet her phone was not going through. Derin and Lola where worried. Derin tried calling again but to no avail.

The smell of burnt eggs circled her nostrils as she walked into her mother's home. Derin had decided to visit her mother, since they hadn't seen each other in a very long time.

Derin walked in freely. Her step brother was lounged on the couch nearby and barely acknowledged her. She ignored him and walked to the kitchen. Derin and Micheal often had an awkward air between them. It happened since he had made moves on her. Michael was a year younger and was Dele's child. A result of his first marriage. Derin however, did not feel attracted to Micheal and she saw it as incest. They were related in a way (sort of) and it would be wrong to let his childish antics ruin her.

Her mother was putting out the fire that had caught the eggs. Derin chuckled "really mom?"

Her mother looked up abruptly. For a minute she forgot her burnt eggs.

"Aderinsola!" She gasped.

Derin cringed at her full name. Her mother often said it with so much force, as if to stress out the meaning of the name.

The crown walks in wealth.

At times she wondered if her mother had named her that because she was screwing the rich politician or if she had named her that because she taught it was befitting. Perhaps her mother was a firm believer in that crap about names being the definition of ones future.

The crispy burnt smell of eggs waft across the air. Shola gasped and turned back to the stove. She grabbed the frying pan carefully and carried it to the back yard.

Derin leaned on the refrigerator. Her bum relaxed comfortably on the side and she dropped her hand bag on the surface. Her mom walked back into the kitchen with an empty frying pan. She dropped it in the sink and smiled up at Derin.

"Let's go to the living room. Michael will wash this later" Shola smiled.

Derin's brows creased "why? Just wash it off now na"

"When Michael is in the house?"

"If he isn't here nko?"

Shola clapped her hands together and stared at Derin. "Why are you defending him. Michael does all this things oh. He is such a good kid"

"Is he working" Derin whispered. She didn't want Micheal hearing his name. It would seem as though she cared. Which she really didn't, she was only being inquisitive.

"Well... He got called for an interview last week. I don't know if he has gotten the job. Micheal and I don't talk like that." Shola wiped her hand at the back of her jean trouser. She grabbed Derin's arm and pulled her out of the kitchen.

Micheal was still in the same position Derin had met him earlier. Shola cleared her throat.

"Dide. Stand up."

Michael briefly lifted his head. He glanced from Derin to Shola before he stood up and sat properly. His singlet was raised to his chest. His flat stomach was set on display. Derin sat down opposite him while her mother sat beside him.

"Derinsola. What will you take? This one you came by?" Her mother let out a toothy grin.

"Funmi Juice." She relaxed into the couch. "What of Uncle Dele?"

Her mother glared at her as she stood up. "Daddy."

Derin scoffed. Dele and her mother had insisted that she called him Daddy, but she found it weird. She hadn't grown up with him, they had no memories together and she had her own father. He was simply her mother's husband not her Father.

Her mother rushed out of the house after shouting a low "mómbò I am coming."

The house lasped into silence. Micheal had still not said a word and his phone was still his priority at the moment.

Derin somehow missed the attention he used to give her. She missed his silly jokes and his irritating pampering anytime she visited. This time he didn't spare her a glance. It was as though he was waiting for her to make the first move. She on the other was proud. She couldn't imagine herself stoop low to talk to him just because he stopped talking to her. Maybe he wanted her to fall to her knees and ask for forgiveness. But he should know that how she was.

"So...." Micheal cleared his throat.

Derin narrowed her eyes at him. Was he really going to talk to her.

"Hi" he smiled.

She smiled stiffly. "Hey"

"Been long huh?"

She shifted slightly, relaxing properly into the old couch. "Yeah. Been long"

Micheal sat up. "So what's been going on in your life"

She lifted her hand dramatically. "Nothing much"

Micheal slipped his phone into his pocket. "Men friend?"

She raised a brow at him. "You mean man friend"

"Whatever. So any?"

She cocked her head to the side, assessing his expression and trying to read the real reason behind his question.

"Something like that" she let out finally. After realizing that he was still gunning for a thing with her.

He nodded happily. "Good to hear"

She crossed her legs and closed her eyes. The tranquillity set her at ease. Micheal talking to her meant he no longer held anything against her.

She felt the fresh air breeze over her face. She heard the sound of keys turning and the creak of the door, opening her eyes, she saw Michael behind the door, locking it.

"Why are you locking it, mummy is coming" Derin spoke up.

"Yea. You were sleeping and I'm going into the room. It's just for saftey sake."

"Oh. Ok"

Micheal walked out of the living room.

Derin nodded and went back to closing her eyes. Enjoying the air. The room suddenly became hot. The fresh air seemed to have been blocked.

She felt the couch sink in beside her. Before she colud open her eyes to see who it was, she felt a hand caress her thighs rapidly.

"Derin"

She snapped her eyes open. Micheal sat beside her, his hands halfway up her thigh. His second hand covers her mouth in a jiffy and stills her. He climbed over her and straddled her with his legs. Derin's heart beat became erratic. Was he really going to rape her?

His hand is still over her mouth and the other reaches for her zip. He pulled it down and his hands dove slowly to her under wear. Derin jerked up, trying to pry herself free from him. But Michael is too strong, his legs alone hold her still. His hands leave her pant and pulled at her skirt.

"Just once, it'll be fast and smooth." Michael whispered.

Fear washed over her, it was certain he was going to rape her. She jerked her knee up in attempt for it to collide with his crotch and it does. Michael doubled over and Derin stood up instantly and headed straight for the door. Before she could get there, a sudden pain on her head sent her flying to the ground and scream escaped her lips.

A hand hovered over her mouth in an instant. Her head throbbed. Micheal held the beaded flower vase that often sat at the center on his hand. That must have been what he used to hit her. She groaned. The pain was immense. He hit her again on her forehead.

She tried to jerk free again, sending a punch to his stomach. Her punch was weak. He grunted and punched her stomach, making her cringe in pain.

" why?" She huffed out, clutching to her stomach.

He made to pin her down, however she moved swiftly. She raised her knee and kicked him in the groin. Hurriedly she turned to run out. "Hel-"

Her scream came out in a loud huff and she fell to the ground. A heavy weight lay atop her. "Shut up."

Micheal pressed her shoulders to the carpeted floor and used a hand to cover her mouth. Derin squirmed in pain.

Maami where are you?

Searching his pocket frantically with one hand, he retrieved a syringe. Quickly he injected her arm. The sharp pain disolved in a second and Derin felt her breathing slow down. She was slowly fading into unconsciousness, very slowly.

Everything that happened next was vivid, although she was sinking into unconsciousness - or so she thought. In one pull, Michael ripped her skirt into two. Tossing it aside, he ripped her underwear as well. He let go of her mouth. He probably knew the effect of his drug. She was too weak to scream. It was then she realized that the drug would not make her unconscious, it made her weak. So weak.

Micheal fiddled with his jean trousers. He succeeded in relieving himself of his boxers and jean. Smiling happily, he had his way with her forcefully. He pressed down on her arm, the spot where he had injected her. Inflicting pain on it while he defiled her. Derin screamed weakly, letting tears spill from her eyes as he disrespected her and stole her pride. Slowly, she started to stare at him blanky.

"You are not a virgin, Derin. How come everyone thinks you're holy mary." He sneered as ripped her skirt away, letting the dark pieces fly.

"Please. Stop this." Derin whimpered weakly. Her legs ached. His weight on her paralyzed her legs.

Micheal shook his head. He ripped her shirt instantly, leaving her in the pink Lacy bra she wore. Staring lustfully at her cleavage, he watched her cry. He stared into her eyes, it's sides crinkling.

What Kind of sick person was he.

She weakly moved her hand to sheild her bossom from his nasty gazes. He swapped her hands away and punched her on her shoulders.

A single tear escaped her eyes. Raising her head slightly, she bit his arms. Screaming in pain, he punched her on her shoulder again.

She was enraged. But whatever he had given her had weakened her.

"Agrh!" A low scream that barely crossed her lips.

She winced in pain.

If I ever get the chance to meet you after this, you'll die, I swear you'll die.

The throbbing pain on her fore head, her shoulder and the one between her legs made her dizzy.

"Micheal," she whispered. "You would die painfully. I curse you!"

Micheal groaned and collasped on top of her. He laid his head between her breasts and breathed in ecstasy.

"God. This is so good. You feel good, why-"

The turning of the door knob in fast moves stilled Michael. He was still buried deep in her.

"Derin, are you there? Kosi juice, I bought Fanta."

The door knob turned rapidly. Derin whimpered towards it, calling lowly but darkness grasped her quicker than anything else.

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