Chapter 2: A Grievous Mistake
Over the next few weeks, Sandra and I became close, doing everything together. Sometimes Sandra spent the weekend at my place; sometimes, I went to hers. We attended the same church and went to all the programs together. I felt so excited and proud to have a friend like her.
As time went on, we became inseparable. I introduced her to my parents. My mother hesitated initially, but after observing Sandra for a while, she accepted her. Sandra came from a struggling family of five, and although she was on a scholarship, her tuition materials and other expenses left her behind in university life. I decided to help, replacing her worn-out clothes and shoes. Sandra was always grateful.
I also spoke to my father, and he secured a position for Sandra's father, enabling him to quit his driving job. From then on, things began to improve for Sandra and her family.
After our exams, we had a two-week break before returning to school for the results. To my surprise, my name was at the top of the list, and Sandra came second. Even though we studied together, I was thrilled! I immediately called my parents to share the good news, and they were overjoyed for both of us.
To celebrate our victory, Sandra and I went to a nearby restaurant. Lo and behold, we ran into our school bully and his crew. Since we had no reason to interact with them, we settled down and ate. As we were leaving, the bully blocked our way.
"Hello, pretty ladies," he said. "How are you doing?"
"Fine," I replied. "Please move; we have places to be."
"Oh, sorry," he said, turning to me. "I want to speak to you, my lady. Can I get your contact information?" He completely ignored Sandra. I angrily pulled Sandra away and we headed home.
The next morning, I encountered the bully, Adeoti, outside my gate.
"Good morning, pretty," he said. "How are you?"
"How did you find out where I live?" I asked.
"That's in the past now," he said. "Can I drive you to school?"
"I'm fine," I said, immediately calling a taxi and heading to school. When I arrived, I couldn't find Sandra. I searched worriedly and called her.
"Hello, Sandra, where are you?"
"I'm at home!" she replied. "Don't you know we have classes today?"
"I'm on my way!" she added, ending the call. Ten minutes later, she arrived, and we went to class. Throughout the day, Adeoti and I argued repeatedly, but he continued to ignore Sandra.
Gradually, Adeoti and I became friends. He was from a wealthy family and was amazed when I told him I was Senator Williams' daughter. However, as our friendship grew, it began to affect my friendship with Sandra. After a few weeks, I discovered Sandra had a boyfriend, Richard. Something about him felt off, but I dismissed my concerns.
When I started my second year, I introduced Adeoti to my parents as my boyfriend. After meeting him, they accepted him. We had a no-sex relationship.
One day, Adeoti invited Sandra and me to his birthday party. I initially declined, but Sandra persuaded me to attend. The party was fun; he really exceeded my expectations. I drank wine from a bottle Adeoti brought and became tipsy. Unbeknownst to me, it had been spiked. He took me to his bedroom after I lost my ability to think clearly, and he deflowered me.
I woke up the next morning to find bloodstains and realized what had happened. I regretted going to the party. Adeoti walked into the room.
"What did you do to me?" I asked.
"Oh! You don't remember? You asked for it! You'll regret this!" I stormed out of the room in tears. I got home and collapsed on the floor. "Why me? Why me? Why me?" I cried.
The next morning, I had to prepare for school. I had blocked Adeoti on social media and my contacts. At school, I saw Sandra and Richard. We exchanged pleasantries, and she asked where I had slept the night before. My smile faded, but I composed myself and told her I'd gotten home late. During classes, I couldn't stop thinking about the incident.
After the incident, Adeoti and I never saw or spoke to each other again.
Two months later, I started experiencing symptoms like fever and morning sickness. I went to the hospital, and the doctor told me I was pregnant. My world crumbled. I couldn't think straight. When I got home, I received a school newsletter stating that all students were permitted to go home for two weeks due to the Muslim festival. I traveled home, unable to focus. I arrived in Lagos in the early afternoon. My parents were happy to see me, but I knew they would hate me once I told them what happened.
Three days later, I called my parents and knelt down.
"Mom, Dad, I have a confession to make."
"A confession?" my mother asked.
"Yes! The truth is, I'm pregnant, and Adeoti is responsible."
My father slapped me, and my mother began to cry and call me names. I could only ask for their forgiveness. After some hours, my mother sat me down.
"Daisy, your father and I raised you in a Christian way. Why did you do this to us?"
I explained everything. Although disappointed, my mother pleaded with my father on my behalf. He finally said, "You're going to take a break from school, and after you deliver the child, you're going back. No more mistakes!" I thanked him.
That began my journey to motherhood. I faced pain and judgment. Every time I thought of Adeoti, I cursed him and the day I met him. After six months, Sandra called to ask how I was doing. I told her I was in the States looking after my health because I couldn't bring myself to tell her the truth. She also told me Adeoti had been looking for me, and I deflected the topic.
After nine months, I went into labor. It was the most painful experience of my life. I wanted to give up, but I had to stay strong. Shortly after, I gave birth to a beautiful baby girl, my carbon copy. I had no choice but to accept her; she was the living result of my pain. I named her Jasmine Williams. I nurtured Jasmine for three months before returning to school. I had to retake courses and exams to make up for lost time.
As for Adeoti, I heard that after looking for me, he left for the US to continue his studies. Sandra helped me with the courses I'd missed. She's an angel.
Jasmine became my secret child, a past locked away, a secret I can't reveal to the world.
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