Just Another Girl

Graciella Lekunze is a brown-skin girl; just over 5 feet tall, apple-shaped face with super-kinky soft silky hair.

She is a young, super naive but smart lady....and she got herself in so many sly situations which made her recoil, then up her game.

Prologue

"Here you go. Hold your baby—baby boy" I looked up to the midwife and she smiled. "I honestly didn't think you would push the baby successfully,...ummm, from the way you looked weak, congrats", a soft smile grew on my face as I thought of my travail.

"Thank you", I said to the midwife before she turned to clean up.

My baby, he was just so beautiful to behold, and I had soon forgotten the pain of labour. I got my phone took pictures of him and send to his dad. Yes, he was absent, well, as always. I breathe heavily and perhaps had a grim expression as a vivid review of how my life had been for the past 2 years, and the thought of what I was moving into grew stronger. A shiver went down my spine.

It had been two years, and we had been through a lot, but he still felt like a stranger. My heart dropped. "I was going to settle with a stranger", I thought and felt my chest tighten, as an ache grew in my heart.

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"Gracie, like seriously, if I were the one having a kid out of wedlock, it will be ok...but...you. Well, I needed to see, to believe", my cousin pouted. I sighed, releasing breath I didn't realize I had been holding.

Guess, what they say about slow water runs deep was just about accurate. I had made bad steps. My decisions were messed up. But why?!

Come to think of it, I was given to church activities, much more than before I had been in my first year of university. Well, technically my family was a religious type; I can say we knew that there is a God and His Son, Jesus died for our sins. So we tried to follow the ten commandments and all the church doctrines. 

My mom, who would be the parent that dragged us to church and was there, had died when I just turned 12, and I kinda only came to accept this when I was almost 21. This was the time I lost my second mom; my grandma. She had been the one who brought me through puberty and into womanhood. I guess I lost my composure—it was hard for me. Perhaps, because I had no one to confide in, and my thoughts tormented me, day as night. And as the first of four kids, I was expected to be strong. I was distraught and couldn't find peace, not even, with my then spiritual leader. How was I going to go through this pain again and it felt worst. Seems my universe was warring against me.

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I had grown to love science and had loved to be a doctor. But I also loved literature. Sometimes I found myself wondering whether I had it all wrong. Yet I felt strong and independent following my course of education, perhaps, due to my dad's coaching. And perhaps, always thought I would be married to a doctor or engineer, that's if I didn't end up one; kinda thought them smart and discipline, also caring, hmmm....oh, my fairy tale family. I had been at the university for 3 years but had held to my dream; I had to reserve myself for my husband. I felt my virginity was to be a gift for this special man, and our kids, I thought...

"Hello dear, are you ok?", a nurse asked. I was being lifted from the floor, seems I had collapsed.

Apparently, I had loosed quite a lot of blood following the delivery. I was brought back into the delivery room and laid on an examination bed. Thorough search, revealed an internal tear. "more probably. I had not been intimate in like forever", I thought, and just hissed. 

The thought of abandoning my son without his mom caused tears to beam down the sides of my eyes as I laid on the bed. I had to pull myself together. I had to be strong, at least if not for me, for my son. So I held unto hope.

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"I...Gracie, what happened to you?", I spat to my reflection in the mirror.

"What did I ever do to you? What did I do wrong?...o God?!", flashes of that night of horror, got me broke into sobs.

"....a man may force himself on you...", Bongho's voice came again to my thoughts. And I sobbed even harder.