Must Read: *FATE_OR_MISTAKES*

Episode 7 years ago

Must Read: *FATE_OR_MISTAKES*

That’s how I got into this s--t, here am I pretending to have “bellephobia”, am ninety nine percent sure nothing like that exist. Mark just forged everything perhaps “phobia” being fear and “belle” my pregnancy. Yes, I was pregnant. Even though we had s-x that day without protection, God still gave me that grace which I abused cause a week after that incident I and Mark continued eating the forbidden fruit.


I had missed my period so I called Mark who asked me to come to his office. He conducted some test on me which confirmed I was 3weeks pregnant. I had cried soar that day, without hesitation Mark asked me to abort the pregnancy, that I should trust him he would do it himself. Nevertheless I was scared,I have heard lot of stories of people who died during abortion. I left his office promising to think about it.

My pretence started when I was arranging mum’s room, I felt the urge to throw up which I couldn’t control. I threw up only to find my mum’s curious and suspicious eyes staring at me. “Nancy I hope its not what am thinking, u have been showing symptoms of pregnancy lately, I hope its malaria oooh in fact it should better be” she said looking at my face as if she could get answers on my face “or are u pregnant?” She asked when I stood motionless and lifeless like a statue. My breath has seized by this time. “Oh! What would I tell her this woman that has been struggling to bring me up, I’d rather not say anything” I thought as I hurriedly left her room to mine, sat on my bed, preparing to open the door of my tears when my room door flung open. “Nne u better talk now oh” my mum shouted immediately she opened the door. My tears seized instantly like a barrier was holding them from rolling out of my eyes. No! I can’t possibly cry, it would only give my mum more room to be suspicious, I just kept mute staring at her like a deaf and dumb would. “Hain! So u would talk “okwoya” she resigned and departed for her room.

When after 2 days nobody heard me talk and I mostly stayed in my room, she had to consult doctor Mark.


Its been hell for me, I wouldn’t talk and I had to act sick, even changed the way I walk. U need to see me, I was a good actress. Worst of all, my sister was practically enjoying and taking advantage of my predicament. On one afternoon, I sat on a red sofa in my family sitting room, where my mum aided me to sit when it seems as if I could no longer walk (all pretense) Rachael wore 1 of my shoes, a red wedge heel shoe, she cat walked round the sitting room and finally stopped at my front
“Madam Nancy, I don start to dey wear your things oh cause from the way u dey ebi like say u go soon die to the glory of God”
Jeez! I was shocked, why does she hate me this much? I was used to her insults anyway, she regularly uses words like “ashewo” “b---h ” “harlot” on me. But I can swear she has never caught me with any man though I have not caught her with any too. “You would say why can’t I hit or spank her as the senior” hell no!! The last time I tried to retaliate it wasn’t as easy as a senior beating her younger one. Literally we fought each other, I ended up with a tear on my chest and a little scratch on my forehead. of course she had her own share, I twisted her neck, mum had scolded me big time that day.



Rachael had this matured look and stature, that if u didn’t know us well you could mistake her for the senior one. She was the same height as me, big back side, bigger than mine and moderate boobs, she is father than l also (she must have been chopping d**k long ago). For now I have to take all the s--t she as to offer until I decide what to do with my pregnancy, either I agree to abort it or tell my mum and wait for the worst to happen. But the better part of me wants to just tell my mum about everything or run away. I just wanted to black out and never wake up.