“I don’t have anything to say”, he said. His voice inaudible. But for the chilling silence that enveloped us, I wouldn’t have heard him.
I looked at him distastefully. An urge to strike him with the knife on the kitchen cabinet was instant. I shudder at the thought of entertaining such a murderous move.
“Why? I asked silently. My heart was pounding faster than the tenor of my voice.
“I have to listen to my parents. They are wiser than us”, he said.
I felt his tone was rather mocking instead of sober.
“John Bull…” I whispered enough for him to hear me as tears welled up in my eyes.
He did not turn to look at my direction. His face taunt.
“I had four abortions for you. I sacrificed everything to make you happy. I gave you my life savings to start up a business yet you squandered it. I….
“He interrupted me. I knew it was hitting him.
“Listen Janet… You did them of your own accord. Don’t sound as if I forced you to do that”, he said still not turning back.
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And for the first time I knew I had dated a monster all my life.
“Including the abortions? You threatened to abandon me if I refused to do away with them. The doctor said I might not be able to conceive again. Is that why you are walking away?
He remained taciturn. My hunch was right. His parents were innocent.
“You can’t leave me in this condition, John Bull. You started it all. You disvirgined me even after swearing with your life that you won’t hurt me. We can do something about it. Please don’t leave me”, I said weeping.
His back was still turned against me.
“I’m the only son of my parents, can’t you see it? Why would I end up with someone that might not likely conceive tomorrow. Please I think you should start going. We will talk later”, he said with a familiar note of finality.
I noticed he was with his phone all these while, probably chatting with the girl he winked at the bar and collected her number right in my presence. Anger flashed through my brain and soul and without further calculating my moves I lurch at him with the sharp knife. He was still busy with his phone expecting me to sigh and walked out of his house as usual but as the knife dig into his back and neck in quick succession. He staggered and cast a long cold surprised stare at me. He was not expecting it. I was not expecting it too. It was as if a force has entered inside me and controlling me.
He was unable to fight back. I stabbed him multiple times. The pain I had been enduring for years flashing before my eyes. As he slumped on the floor with a thud, I screamed for help.
Probably the force has left me as quickly as it has entered me. My trembling hands were covered with blood. Someone banged on the door with force. I made for the back door and bolted away. My hands, face and cloth covered with the blood of the man who has break, injured and betrayed me. I ran as my strength could carry me to nowhere in particular. But I could hear that people were shouting and pointing at me. Some young men were pursuing me. There and then, I knew my strength will fail me.
