STORIES FROM THE COLD ROOM!!!!!!!

The sun was hot that afternoon, it was unusually breezy and I needed to say something to him; the thoughts of how I was going to start tore at me more than the weight of what I was going to say. "Ima, who was that" simple question right?

Here's my story.

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Eno, was the name of my Jewel turned Monster, he was the dream of every girl and I was glad he choose  me. I do not know how to sugar coat my version of the story hoping you do not blame me, I only wanted to be his priced Jewel as much as he was mine, I wanted him to posses me but only to the extent of being my protector.I wanted to be his only woman, please do not blame me I only wanted to feel special.

One of those nights in our romantic series he took me to the most amazing dinner, I thought we were getting engaged after five years of dating him, age was no longer on my side. I had already pictured how I was going to show him appreciation when we got home to our massive "love bed".

"Ebe di no mi ikpoukud sika ediye Ebe" (ringtone) that was Eno's phone ringing he had left it on the table, it was my "mother-in-law to-be" calling, I let it ring out at first too excited to pick up the phone, then it rang again this time it was a message from his  "mum" ; I promise you I did not read the message, the contents of the message were displayed on the screen of his phone..."we are pregnant".    I was taken aback and I waited for him to return to the table as he had gone to the ATM to make some withdrawals to pay for our meals because the POS refused to work,we rode home quietly and then I broke the silence "can I ask a question"? He said he was quite tired and I let it be, still burning with more curiosity.

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To cut the long story short,

I waited for three weeks and I made up my mind to ask him about the message on his phone I mean "mum" had been calling him every day for the past three weeks, I had every right to ask. He came back from work that fateful night and sauntered into our dimly lit bedroom, after a few moments my silly lips gave away my thoughts;

 "Ima who was that"?

who was who? He retorted, and I quickly answered "mum"...I could hardly hear his answer as he pounced on me immediately. He did not beat me blue black, neither did my eyes become red shot with blood he simply pushed me aside with such fierceness that I lost my balance and fell.

He stormed out of the room, made for my cars keys and drove out of the house he was gone for only thirty minutes. Eno came back with some lady and walked  into our room and said to me,this is "mum", I made to leave then he stopped me, he asked me to wait and get the answers to my foolish questions, he laughed out loud I could hear the devil's voice echo, "mum" whispered something to him and he turned to me smiling mischievously and he asked me to go on my knees and raise my hands above my head, like I were a primary school kid  and  while they had sex he made me watch.

As if that was not enough they made me clean up after them, for some reasons my body felt numb, I did as I was told sheepishly.

He tore off my clothes and left me nude, took me outside the house and directed me to where I would be sleeping for the night at the balcony. I did not die a million times like other girls would, I died once and here I am writing from the "cold room"

The Doctors say I had a heart condition which gave way with all the emotional stress I was going through whatever that means......

WITH LOVE FROM E&E