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FATED by Winnieflex

After applying my vanilla lip balm on my mouth, I took on last look at the tiny mirror I was holding and smiled contently at my self.
I stood up and carried my bag. Another day is gone and it's time to go home.

I walked proudly to my car.

"Madam you don dey go?"

I looked behind me and smiled. It was Bayo the security manager and also my closet friend in this hospital.

Call it weird. I don't care

"Yes Bayo as you can see..." I couldn't finish my statement as I was distracted by the loud siren of the ambulance.

'Not again' I mumbled under my breath.
Bayo already left to do his duty.

I hurriedly rushed into my car. 'Maybe if I'm fast enough I may just escape this one.' I thought.

In the midst of the noise and commotion I watched as someone covered in blood was wheeled away on the stretcher. I shook my head in exasperation.

'This never gets old' I thought aloud. Just  as I was about to start the engine there was a knock on my window.
It was Nurse Titi. I hope it's not what I'm thinking.

I slide the glass down gently. "I'm done with my shift Titi." I deadpanned with a straight face.

"I know ma but Doctor Ben isn't here yet and this is an emergency." she explained calmly.

"Can't it wait?" I asked in frustration. I had a very stressful day and I'm definitely not doing someone else's job.

"I'm sorry ma but it can't." she said again

"Okay I'm on my way."

"We will be in the theater ma." And with that she skipped away.

As much as I cherish my sleep, I also cherish life.

*****

"Is everything ready?" I asked in a very serious tone as I got ready for the surgery.

"Yes Doctor." replied Titi the loyal Nurse.

I was ready to start, my gloves were on, the equipment was ready but something stopped me.

"You!!" I exclaimed as I beheld the face of the patient.
Everyone looked at me with confusion evident on their faces.

A tear dropped from my face followed by another.
'This cannot be happening.'

"S.. Suzy I'm sorry." The woman lying on the bed covered in blood managed to mutter.

Funny how things could change in just a twinkle of an eye. I remember iy like yesterday when I was at her mercy when she was supposed to be a mother to me but what did she do?

She rejected me. She humiliated. She treated me like I wasn't her child.
She caused me so much pain and agony.

Because of her my world broke down. My world shattered.

I was gang-raped!! Because of her!. I thought she would change, I thought she would learn to love.

I stood there speechless as I remembered my gory past. Tears flowed freely from my eyes.

The pain was just so much.

"Doctor Suzy what's wrong?" i heard someone ask.

"Forgive me please.." The patient streched her hands towards me and coughed tiredly.

I gritted my teeth and clenched my fist as I glared at her dying self and spat. "I want to forgive you but something tells me I've given you too many chances."

BLUEBERRY PIE By liz_lizzy_lizzie

Sheila held a dental floss firmly between her thumbs and index finger, gently sliding the floss in a C-shape up and down between her teeth, working it beneath the gum line on both sides.

  She did that for the rest set of teeth and rinsed her mouth with an antibacterial mouth wash. She shone her strong set of white teeth in satisfaction and adjusted her white robe in front of a large mirror.

  However, her face wasn't close to perfect. She had developed a bruised eye and broken lips due to the last altercation she had with Gerald, her husband, which resulted in punches.

  Her marital life was a mess. One day Gerald would showered her with lots of gifts and love, the other day he would stir up a quarrel over little things and beat her mercilessly, then apologize to her that he was in a "bad mood". She'd forgive him and let it slide.

  Well, marriages are bound to have ups and downs. One day, it'll become stable. She consoled herself.

  Just as she was having a normal time in the bathroom, a loud bang from the living room made her jerk.

  The time! Eight o'clock! Gerald is back.

  She hadn't prepared any food yet, so she rushed out of the bathroom to the living room to see a furious Gerald, flinging his tie and screaming at his two-year-old son to keep shut. He was crying non-stop.

  Sheila gulped. "Hi honey, how're you?" what a dumb question to ask at that period.

  "I'm not fine OKAY! I got fired!" he knocked off the wooden table in the center of the living room and turned off the TV.

  "Try... calm.... Calm down," she finally managed to say.

  At the mention of those words, Gerald glared at her. Hard. "Who would pay the bills? Huh? How are we gonna survive?" he poked her chest with his index finger. "Not that your one thousand dollar can keep this family."

  He was right.

  "Get me something to eat!" he demanded.

  It then clicked. She hadn't prepared anything. At all. Normally, on a cool Thursday night, Gerald loved her famous blueberry pie and a drink to go with it.

  "I'll get the pie ready in-in a minute." she was about to walk away when he dragged her back.

  She swallowed her saliva. "Bitch! You haven't even made the pie yet!" he shoved her to the ground.

  "I'm s-sorry," she sobbed as her little son cried to. It was as if, the little child knew what was about to happen next.

  "I'll teach you a lesson you'll never forget." he grabbed his tie and used it to whip her. It wasn't doing anything. He didn't see blood. He rummaged the living room for weapon, until his eyes landed on a USB cord.

  He grinned devilishly and yanked it. He gave Sheila several whips as she rolled on the floor and cried. The poor woman couldn't even fight back.

  "Sto- pleae- please." she hoped he would leave her alone. Her wrist and legs were decorated with several marks. The robe didn't allow the USB cord to damage her skin. He needed to see blood trickle from her fine delicate skin.

  "Were you expecting me to cook something after returning from work?" he yelled at her. "I should've known, you were probably flossing or doing something to keep your skin alive."

  "I was heating up some water for tea, please." she wasn't telling lies. She was already heating up water for Gerald's tea. He also loved taking at least a cup of tea when he returns from work.

  "Stupid. Just watch this." Without thinking, he grabbed a knife from the counter that partitioned the kitchen from the living room and walked towards her, raising the knife high.

  "P-please n-" her cries were cut shut with a sharp stab, on her shoulder blade. He wasn't done yet. He plunged into the side of her stomach. He was about to strike the third time, when  noticed what he had caused. Her once white robe was bloody.

  Gerald's eyes widened. Blood gushed out of the incision as Gerald knelt down beside his wife. He wanted blood; he saw it.

  Tears rolled down her  cheeks as her husband cupped her face. The little boy was crying hard too.

  "Sh-shiela, I'm sorry." he broke down. "Please forgive me."

  "I want to forgive you but something tells me I've given you too many chances," she croaked out her last words.

  Gerald screamed.

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