AYINLARA AVENUE! THE CHRONICLE OF A STREET GIRL ...$UCKING ON SICK BED [CONCLUDING PART]

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…utterly shocked and dumbfounded was a middle-aged woman and a girl who could be no more than seventeen.

        “Jesus Christ!” the woman exclaimed, shocked beyond belief.

        “Chief this is what….you…are… my God,” the woman cried stammering.

        “Juliana, look at your… dad. This is a man… who…who claimed…to be sick.”

        It was then I realized the intruders were Chief’s wife and his daughter. She was the woman who came in not too long ago, forcing me to seek refuge in the toilet.

        Quickly, I disengaged from Chief, stood away from the bed while straightening my brief jeans skirt and my blouse.

        “My God!” I muttered. “What kind of problem is this?”

        “So Chief, this is what you do behind me?” the woman asked as she advanced menacingly towards her husband. I looked at Chief briefly; his face was a mask of horror. As the woman advanced towards the bed, I made to escape from the room. But her teenage daughter pounced on me. She pushed me back so violently I lost balance and hit my head against the wall.

        “You bitch, you rotten bitch,” the young girl spat at me. Then mother and daughter turned on me. Blows started raining on me from different directions as I struggled to free myself and escape.

        “Stop that Mama Joy, Joy, can’t you hear me? I say stop attacking her.” But they would not yield. Then with a strong downward gesture, Chief’s daughter’s hand ripped open my blouse and turned it into shreds. My voluptuous boobs jumped out and were shaking pulsatingly as I struggled in vain to escape.

The commotion became so much that other people had to rush in. in fact, it took the intervention of the doctor and a nurse before I could be freed from the grip of my attackers.