“Sophia….Sophia.” the melodious voice of my younger sister Rosie Williams calling from below the stairs the stomping noise made by her hills made it obvious she was close. It is my wedding day, I have waited, dreamt, and fantasized about this day and here it is today, I am not only marrying the love of my life but also my crush, Aren't I lucky? She walks in all shining in glory, she is my maid of honor, dressed in a baby blue bridal dress with straps hands and a tiara, She is more of a princess, and I love her just as much.
“Oh My God, why aren't they finished with your makeup yet? Hey, hurry up the bridal car will be here in a minute or two” she orders the ladies around trying hard to make them hurry up. The wedding was soon to be arriving and it would be bad if the bride was late to her own wedding. I laugh at how bossy she can get. It's my day and nothing will take it away from me. “Chill, we're done, how do I look?’ I ask her as I stand up taking a few steps closer to the big hall mirror before me. I spin twice capturing beautiful posts as the camera captures more photos of my beautiful moments. A Long white dress, braided with beats and whit a high-end slit at the top left end high up to my tights. It was his dream dress and yes it does look good on me.
A few moments later everyone came rushing out as the wedding car arrived at the venue, it was time to head to church for the vows. Rosie insisted on riding with me which was okay, She is my favorite person, and we hopped into the car while the other girls got ahead of us. Time seemed to move slowly, the road was getting darker and darker which was rather off, I felt sleepy and dizzy, and my head felt heavy. It should be because I haven't had anything to eat since the dawn of day. I close my eyes to take a quick nap making sure to tell Rosie to wake me when we arrive at the church.
I dont know how much time has passed but I feel horrible, The lights from the curtains catch my attention at first glance, and my body feels like it's been run over by a trailer. My knees are sore and jolt up in a panic. “It's my wedding” I yell but my voice echoes right back to me. This wasn't the car, we weren't on the road and Rosie was tied up close to me with strings and her hands bound behind her.
I try sitting up only to realize I can't move my legs or my hands. I was lying on the hard rough floor all dirty, What happened? I try moving closer to Rosie who is still passed out, My body hurts, and I can feel every bone in my ankle fire up with every move I take.
“Rosie …..Rosie, please wake up, something is wrong” Rosie slowly woke up. She started crying the moment she realized the situation we were in. I did not get the chance to explain things to her when the door of the room flew open with a big bang. Huge men walked in with guns in hand.
“Oh my beauty youre finally awake” One stepped closer to me rubbing his rough fingers across my face. It was disgusting, the sting of alcohol and cigarettes. From the looks and how others avoided his eyes, I could tell he was the leader. I knew nothing of why I was their target however I needed to get out. What about Robert? He must be sick worried about me, and my family, and everyone will be so worried about my sister and me.
“Why are you here, I know you want money, just tell us and we will give you all you want, please. Today is my wedding I have to be with my groom please, let us go” he looked me dead in the eyes. His eyes were cold and far, I could tell there was no warmth in them, he looked frightening. The scar on his upper left eye stood out, it looked more like nail marks. “Love what you see?” he uncuffs me making my hands feel the scar on his face.
“It was one of you, and yes I do need money, however, your family can only pay for one, so who would it be, you two choose” My blood went dry, how could they say they have money just for one person? We aren't poor, I know we have the money. “How much?” “A million”. I felt my heart sink, we were more than that, A million is nothing, why won't they want to save both of us? The door flew open and Rosie was untied and taken away, she had not said a word to me, I wanted her to remind our parents of me, but she said nothing and just walked out without even a see you soon.
It's been hours since Rosie was taken away and nothing came for me, My abductors were getting agitated by the minute and all I could think of was that they wanted me dead. The guy with the scar walks in after so long, looking me dead in the eye, I can't face his eyes so I turn away. “Look at me, I am giving you the last chance, a call just one.” I was handed the phone, and I didn't know who to call but the first number on my call log was my beloved sister. I pressed the daily buttons and watched in horror as the call went for a couple more rings with no response. Just when I thought all hope was gone it connected.
“WHAT? You dont “Hey Rosie, please tell Mom and Dad they will kill me if the Ransome is not paid, please I dont want to die please” “Hahaha, pay for you? Sophia, why should my parents waste money on a low life like you? Youre nothing and please dont call again. By the way, why aren't you dead yet?”
mean that right? I know you love me, Please call Robert and tell him I need help, they will kill me please Rosie”
“Killing you is just what I want, and why should I call Robert when he is by my side already, he is my husband and I am carrying his child. You are so dumb, pass the phone to the kidnappers, they are taking too long to kill you already, it is irritating”
“No, I dont believe you, Robert loves me and I know he will do anything to get me out.” I could hear her scoff from the other end. “He has just one person in his heart and that's me, the reason why he paid for my ransom alone. Get over yourself, you mean nothing to us not before, not now, and not ever…..its not like you will survive” I could feel every part of my being breaking down and shattering into pieces. How could they do something so cruel to me, they are family, she is my sister. I breathed, and for an instant, I felt as if a lump of air in my throat blocked everything, I found myself gasping for air, and everything around went with a spin.
“Babe…babe” That voice was rather too familiar, that was Robert, for a while I thought it was all a nightmare, but no…..my eyes open revealing the bitter truth, I was still in the captive of my captivators and the voice was coming from the phone. “Hello, Robert, babe I am here” I scream as my voice breaks a number of times within a sentence. “What’s wrong Rosie, why are you so stressed?” he was rather tender, which was odd.
“She isn't dead and I don’t want her to come back, you love me right, just me and our baby?” ….“Of course” Robert's reply was rather stung of confirmation that I needed. “There, there, she is out of our lives now and you and I can be open, everything that was hers is not ours and nothing will separate you from me”. YOU BETRAYERS, HOW COULD YOU DO SUCH A THING TO ME, I LOVED YOU, I GAVE YOU MY ALL, EVERYTHING YOU HAVE EVER WANTED WAS GIVEN TO YOU ON A PLATTER OF GOLD, AND YET YOU MESS AROUND WITH THAT SKIM OF A SISTER, YOU WILL REGRET EVER MESSING WITH ME, YOU WILL GET A DEW SHARE OF YOUR BETRAYAL” they laughed even louder.
“That is, if you come out alive my dear, If I were you I would rather, have my freedom be my top priority at the time” The sound went dead, I had to leave, I had to get out. Roberts's words were rather harsh. I lay down watching as each and every one of my captivators left the room one after the other. The calm means a huge storm is coming. I lay quiet but observant, soon I got my chance, and the leader walked in untied my hands, and presented me what he referred to as my last meal, not like I was going to let him have his way. Self-defense class does come in handy.
I was swift and just like my teacher once said, a man's greatest weakness lies between his legs, I was quick to untie my legs and let myself out of the building while the others only noticed my absence when I was way down the ground floor. I could hear the running sound of cars, and my legs hurt but I had reached the highway, I ran as fast as I could. A black car came just from behind and almost hit me, I needed help and was more than happy when one was given.
“Young lady you should step out,” The man asked me to get out at first, but I kept begging him, and he asked if I wouldn’t regret my choice. “Please, I really can't leave, please just for a while, I have to get out of here please help me, I wouldn't regret my decision to stay”
His hands were cold, and he grasped me turning me against the back, My back hit the soft seat with a loud sound, he was rough and before I could register what he was up to my dress flew away like it was snatched by a hurricane. “No..no please don’t do this to me please, you can't” I pleaded but nothing seemed to move him, his rough hands went between my thighs sliding right between me, it hurt, and was cold. He was rough with little or no time for me to catch my breath. Once it was over I could barely feel my legs, my dress was in dismay as I jumbled it on and got it out. “I would rather be dead than have my chastity taken away by a stranger.”
Sophie spent a lot of days to get back. She was covered with wounds. But when she got to the family house, she heard her family talking. They were afraid that she would get back. They hope she dies. She also knows the truth that they raise her to ward off disasters for Rosie. She was nothing to them than a Spare, a child to suffer for the gain of their favorite. Sophie ran away from the house, but she was injured too hard and fainted.
The sunrays, hit shown on her face, making visible cuts on her lips. She tried stretching out but the pain from her joins was too much to bear. When she got her consciousness back, she was in the hospital. The doors opened and a Doctor walked in. “Hello, happy you are awake, How are you feeling today miss?” the nurse asked taking my temperature and having a look at the cuts on my lips. “I feel much better, just my legs which are a little numb. “Yeah that's normal, You have been out for 16 days so it's okay, Eat more fruits and stay hydrated, it is good for you and the baby.’
“BABY? WHAT BABY?”
“Oh, you’re 16 days pregnant Congratulations.”
“No, I can't be pregnant, I dont want to be pregnant”
“Will you want me to get you signed up for a termination?” The Doctor asked. Before I could reply the ward door flew open.
“Hello miss, the father of your baby wants to have a chat with you”