It was almost twilight and I found myself dragging to my quarters. I hoped my brother would be there at least to make me feel better since all my girlfriends were headed out to a bachelor’s eve. I could have sworn I heard strange noises coming from upstairs. I couldn’t tell where exactly. Ours was a high-rise building, the stairs goes on and on. But as I climbed higher, the noise grew louder. It sounded like bashing. I was scared. The noise was coming from my room. I didn’t have the option of running away or hiding away till it was over. My brother could be in trouble. I rushed to open the door. I was horrified by the very sight that welcomed me. Segun and Yinka were battering my brother.
“What? No, stop it”, I yelled as I rushed to pull him away from them. But before I could do that, a heavy backhand slap threw me to the floor rendering me weak with series of echoes in my ear. I must have been blinded temporarily too. I struggled to remain alert. My eyes grew teary after I shook off the daze from my face. It was only then that I noticed the blood come out through my nostrils. There was no time for a pity party, my brother was in more trouble. Omololu was already collapsed in a pool of his own blood with cuts and bruises all over his body, especially his face. I gasped for air when I saw my brother like that. Is he dead? I hoped not as I pushed myself across the rugged floor toward him but within a twinkling of an eye, one of the boys pulled me up by my hair. Argh! That hurt so bad. Then he tied my hands and feet to each corner of my bed. I fought and screamed but I couldn’t get away from him. Then I began to beg, mercilessly.
“I’ve been asking to be your boyfriend” he said then he laughed out loud, an evil laugh. “Instead of accepting to date me, all you do is flaunt your sexy body around me. You shouldn’t have done that. Now here you are, at my mercy but not to worry, I will be gentle”, Segun said as he smiled so devilishly. My eyes grew wider in fear of the devilish thought on his mind. He stroked my cheek as he spoke. I struggled to get the twines loose but they were tied hard. I was only hurting myself more by wriggling my wrist in them. I loathe his touch yet all I could do is plead. I must have said a prayer that night. If there was ever a time I needed a miracle, it was that night, a miracle of obstruction.
I shot my eyes so tight and hoped by the time I opened them, it would go back to be a peaceful night. But when I opened my eyes, my brother was still in a pool of his own blood and the boys were gearing to rape me, both of them. As they took their turns to devour me, my brother awoke from my screams and cries. He tried to pull his body towards the bed but it was difficult for him to move at all. His face was badly cut. He only managed to see barely with one eye.
After they were done and gone, I wanted to be dead. I would have been better dead. I couldn’t cry anymore. I had lost my voice from so much screaming. I had lost strength from struggling and my body wasn’t mine anymore. The pain that overpowered me was deadening. I couldn’t believe that it happened to me, to us. The agonising pain and hurt and fury I felt at that moment were insurmountable. I should have gone to the party. Yet I feared for my twin brother and me. We were barely two months in the University, how could this have happened, I thought. The sight of him frightened me as I imagined the worst lying with my swollen eyes glued to the white ceiling. The tears rolled down without a sound or whimper. Until someone notices us there, we are good as dead. So I wait for death. … More Untitled: A short story for your weekend holiday