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Tales of Isabelle (Part 4)

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                   Isabelle peeps through her bedroom window down at the gate outside as she sees her boss Mrs. Goje, honking at the gate. Isabelle quickly races down the stairs amidst the baby's cry, and midway she realizes her nightgown was stained with blood. Isabelle races up again to her room, pulls off her night wear, and scrambles through her wardrobe for a dress, as she wears them and races into the baby's room and carries the baby and races down the stairs once again. Isabelle pets the baby as she makes it outside with the baby, and she opens the gate for Mrs. Goje. “Are you deaf!!!” Mrs. Goje retorts; “why have you not come down to open the gate for me?” Mrs. Goje screams at Isabelle peering through her car window, Isabelle is short of words, carrying the baby boy, as Mrs. Goje drives in hysterically and parks the car at the garage. She thumps out of her car, and reaches for her baby; “Ohh Boo boo boo, I missed you” Mrs. Goje carries her baby and kisses her boy warmly. “Please bring out my luggages from the car…” Isabelle quickly opens the car door and brings out some bags and other things.

                    Inside, Mrs. Goje climbs the stairs to her room upstairs, while passing Isabelle’s room, she peers inside to see her bed sheet stained with blood. “What’s happening here?” Mrs. Goje asks with a bewildered look, as Isabelle, following behind, looks at the bed and sees the blood on the sheets…and immediately there’s a flashback in her memory, as the night before begins to play over again in her minds eye: (Isabelle could remember her struggle with Mr. Goje last night; Mr. Goje had made it into her room, and pleaded with her to sleep with her, though Isabelle refused at most she could, but she could remember the weight of Mr. Goje on top of her, and that sharp pain she felt as Mr. Goje forcefully made his way into her…she could remember her persistent scream, but it seemed no one could hear her, Mr. Goje wasn’t quitting, as he continued to thrust himself deep inside her; It felt like hell for Isabelle, as she struggled to break free but couldn’t, Mr. Goje hands were like shackles of iron upon her hands, and his entire weight on top of her…she could picture his face on her face, panting like a race horse as he had his way…it seemed like hell…but no one could hear her scream…her cry continued incessantly as…) ”What are you thinking!!! I said what happened here!!!” Mrs. Goje’s voice brings Isabelle back from oblivion…”Emm, emm….”; “Emm what!!??” Mrs. Goje retorts, looking at Isabelle with a stern angry look, with her baby in hand…”Emm…emm…it’s my period aunty…” Isabelle said amidst fear and confusion. “Ohhh...” Mrs. Goje replies with sympathy, “Are you alright?” she says; Isabelle nods innocently. “Have you taken any thing?” Mrs. Goje says once again, Isabelle shakes her head disapprovingly. “Okay lemme get settled, I will attend to you…” “Okay ma…” Isabelle answers as she follows Mrs. Goje into her matrimonial bedroom. As Mrs. Goje opens her bedroom door, she sees Mr. Goje sleeping on the bed. “Ohhh, you are back!” Mrs. Goje says surprisingly, but it seems like Mr. Goje is deep asleep…”when did he come back?” Mrs. Goje asks Isabelle with a bit of surprise to her countenance, “Emmm, emm…the day you left ma…” Mrs. Goje looks at Isabelle for a moment with a suspicious look, as it occurs to her that her husband had been alone in the house (that’s plus the baby) with Isabelle for almost 3 days! Just then Mr. Goje wakes. “Honey you’re back”, he says with a bit of drowsiness. Mrs. Goje waves at Isabelle to leave them alone; Isabelle leaves the room, and shuts the door behind her. From within Isabelle could hear an argument ensuing between husband and wife: “Why didn’t you tell me you will be coming back so soon…” Mrs. Goje’s voice could be heard from within, “And you, why didn’t you tell me you will be traveling…you could have called me…” Mr. Goje responds from within the room…Isabelle continued her way downstairs as she goes to attend to her normal duties, as the argument ensues upstairs.

                   

                   Two weeks later, Isabelle wakes about 6am, feeling nauseous, she rushes into the toilet to throw up abit into the toilet seat; she had a headache…

End.

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