Zara didn't go to school today. She woke up with a stomach upset. Mother couldn't risk her going to school in such condition. Although she had given her some med, the usual red and yellow capsule, she still felt she should stay at home and not have to take an excuse to go to the convenience every minute at school. Zara didn't mind staying at home alone. She was eight years old but too mature for her age. Such perks comes with being the first child. Not like she is the first child but nature made it so. Anyways, that's the story for another day. Zara was glad mother didn't make her stay in the house of the one she feared. Since he fell sick, mother preferred them staying in the house once they are back from school. That, Zara was grateful. After the incidence with the first son of the one she fears, she had made it a point of duty to always lock the doors whenever she's at home alone.

There was a knock. Zara pondered who could be at the door. It was 10am and usually everyone should have gone about their various businesses. Perhaps mother forgot something she thought to herself. She stood up, turning low the volume of the television as she lumbered to open the door. There infront of her was the last son of the one she fears. Her face lit with a warm smile. He is a friend, at least she thought.

"Zara, I saw your mother and she asked me to check on you. You ain't feeling fine right?" He asked ushering himself inside and bolting the door behind him. Zara nodded as she ambled with him back into the sitting room. He sat down and beckoned on her to come to him.  There was a hint of frown nevertheless Zara reluctantly went to him. She didn't like the fact that there is an intruder in her me time.

"You still stooling?" He asked feeling her body temperature with the back of his hand.

Zara shook her head. "It's stopped. I think the medicine mother gave to me worked".

He smiled at her and lifted her on his laps. They stayed in that position for what seemed like fifteen minutes watching the television. Zara noticed his breath changed and could feel the warm air coming from his nostrils but she couldn't fathom why. He looked at her and smiled.

"You know you are a beautiful girl?" He asked, moving back the strands of hair lying lazily on her eyelids. Zara didn't know if it was a question or a statement of fact and so said nothing.

"Soon you will grow breast and all these boys would not let you rest", he hesitated, gazing into her eyes. "Have you seen a penis before? I want to make it my duty to make sure no guy takes advantage of you"

Zara was confused. She can't seem to find the relationship between being beautiful, breast, penis and taking advantage of her. She wondered what he was driving at and the more she thought about it the more uneasy it made her. This was her cue to get down from his laps and find her own chair. She tried to get down but he he placed a hand on her back. 

"Where are you going? You don't want to see what a penis looks like?" He teased. Zara knew she wasn't going to like what would happen next. Without a warning, he unzipped his trousers and brought out the brown flaccid skin. Zara covered her eyes with her hands but he gently took her hands away forcing her to look at it.

"Do you want to touch it?" Zara shook her head fervently. At this moment, she wished she was in school with the other kids. Without a warning, he  took her hand and touched it reminding her in a tone she's never heard that it wasn't a question but an order. Zara unwillingly touched it not sure what she should be doing with it. He guided her hand as she stroked the shaft and down to the balls. Zara was disgusted. She didn't know which she hated more, what her hands were doing or the sound of his breath and the fact that he wanted her to take it in her mouth. She's never experienced fear, disgust and humiliation in such an intense combination before. Fear that he will beat her up if she's uncooperative. Fear that she can't tell her mother because she won't believe her. Her stomach churned and she felt nauseous. After he was satisfied, He stopped her and took his tool back into his pants. Zara was petrified and sickened. He could see it. He could tell. After he was done, he left.

Zara ran to the toilet and put a finger into her mouth down to her throat forcing herself to puke. She was utterly disgusted. She felt filthy. She washed her mouth and bathed numerous times but still felt filthy. All through that day she couldn't eat. She felt so dirty about the secret she had to keep. If only mother would believe her, then she will have a voice.

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