Devils Delima

My name is Catherine Woods Nweke. I have various personalities most times due to the environment or the people who live in it. People who I have been a bit close to say I’m so strange because of the middle name and the last. Most people come out up with a strange theory on how Woods my middle name make me act strange like ghost and demons in American movies. I admit that I do behave strange, giving people the desired treatment or t*****e they deserve emotionally, physiologically, physically, financially and so on and so on.I am only going to say this once, so pay attention because I will not repeat myself again.I am 40 years of age, a not too heavily built body and brown skinned. I wouldn’t say I’m beautiful but I do know one thing despite the heavily built body I still had the curves and everything that makes a man go wild. I didn’t have a real parental upbringing because my mum was an American whose wealthy parents didn’t support of her staying Nigeria with her husband whom they hated. My dad of course was facing his own family problems with his own parents who forced a wife on him saying they didn’t anything to do with a wayward white woman. That left me in the cruel hands of my dad family and I was later sent back to my mom for fear I was soon or later going to die because of the way my health was crumbling and my parents nonchalant attitude. When I later left for America to my mom’s mansion that her late parents willed to her on the condition that she wouldn’t go back to her former husband (my dad) and marry the man they had in mind for her. I was left to the mercy of the house master and mistress. Who treated me like an empress of which is every poor child dream but to me I hated it because I never had any affection for anyone the one which I had for my dad was gone. I never heard of him again. At Castle Brim High School was the worst I was an odd person. Even the odd saw me as odd and the outcast group saw me as outcast because of the name, my father being an African and a Nigerian (I still don’t understand why they hated me) and my strict separation. I found no joy in the chatting, after party, socializing or making friends. I was alone and quiet but boy, I made excellent grades and that the teachers used it to console themselves. I had everything a child should have but what a child should need. Then in fourth year in college I won the nickname Miss Mystic that I loved but at the same time I started to talk to some high top girls (so they called themselves) due to their parents wealth but none could beat that of my mum's parents wealth, money wise or material wise. So when I started to mingle with them everyone was relieved. I started to hang out with them but that didn’t affect my grades because I still had my reservations. Then the hormones my biology teacher taught us in biology classes came but in a bad way, I started developing feelings for a girl in our group Nelly Wright. She was everything a guy could ask for but I had eyes for her. At a time we became so close she would spend the holidays at my place. My house being so big that a visitor could get lost if he or she decided to roam around. I couldn’t help laughing at Nelly when she went wandering because of its peacock appearance and adornment. Then one day I felt so strange I couldn’t explain and of course mummy was never around because she was working for the UN and couldn’t stand the sight of me. She would say each time she was around I brought back memories she couldn’t bear and I reminded her of my dad. I too was used to her not being and I said earlier I didn’t give a damn what she felt.That day was a cold winter vacation. I had just listening to deep blues by David Craig, especially his I’m walking away song made me feel that I had hormones not feelings. Then a knock was at the door.“Who’s it” I asked. “It’s me” Nelly answered I opened the door to let her in, there she stood with a transparent singlet no b*a to hold her pointed breast. She wore a short and her hair was scattered round her neck. I couldn’t help but stare. “…..hello, hello” I jolted back to reality “what were u thinking, well s I was saying I need to spend the night here I’m tired of my music and the room is lonely. So can I stay with you I feel somehow” she went straight to my bed. I followed her suit and laid down unsure whether to tell her I wasn’t in the right frame of mind to sleep with anyone at least for now. Immediately she started a pillow fight I enjoyed the play till I fell on her. I held her down and stared while she struggled fruitlessly to let go. I then took my hands into her singlet and squeezed her breast. She struggled to push my hand but by now I was mad with pleasure I took one of my hand down her c******s then down her virginal. She was screaming and begging but I didn’t care. I pulled down her short while she ran to the door but I had already looked the door and I myself didn’t know where I kept my keys. I took of my night wear n went for where she was and dragged her hair of course, she followed my lead she was already weak from struggling the first time. I threw her on the bed laid on her, following what I saw on the phone of my new friend’s phone I put my hand into her again but this time she didn’t struggle and started sucking my boobs while I was squeezing and digging a finger into her. We took turns in fingering and sucking ourselves. When we were done we laid there cuddling under the sheets. Then a knock came at the door and we stared at the door. “Miss Woods your mother just arrived and is asking for your presence in her room” The maid said. “tell her I’m sleeping, in the morning I’ll see her”. “Catherine, I want to see you open the door, if u refuse, don’t forget I have the spare keys” this time it was my mom’s voice and I heard the keys in the key holes. Nelly and I started to make for our close struggling to put them on, then the door open………‘I wanted to talk to you about something very important, please emm what your name?” my mom asked. A guilty panting Nelly replied “Nelly ma”“Good Nelly please wait for her in your room later u can come back to play with your friend”.“Ok ma”“Cathy, what was the screaming all about?”“Nothing and I wasn’t expecting you to back soon”“Don’t be rude Cathy I’m still your mother”“That is never around”“Watch your tone Cat moreover you haven’t asked of your father”“Which one my step-father or my biological father?”“Williams”“If he’s dead I don’t have a problem but don’t expect me to cry at the funeral”“Cathy would you please not be rude at least to me?’“It’s true” There was a moment of silence between two of us. The only thing on my mind was how lucky I was to be dressed on time but the discussion made me think of my real dad too. Depressed as he was I had once loved him and longed to see him again probably try to see him reunite with my wayward mother. I saw her that way because every two weeks of silly dates and s*x she would start nagging and complaining on how they never cared what she wanted and giving excuses that made me hate her more. After she sat on my bed and I still standing and staring at her with contempt ‘where is my father? Please don’t even avoid the topic’ I asked. “Catherine please when the time is right you will see him” she said avoiding my eyes. I laughed as if was mad and sat on my couch opposite the bed and looked at her. “I came to tell Your Step…, your step-father is about to die he asked me to bring you to the hospital” she paused and looked at me to see if I had sunk what she just told me in my head. She went on “you know since he was sick you haven’t visited him for once, at least show a little emotion and visit him’. “Wow emotion, you are talking about emotion, where are you when I need you?” I started vomiting venom she had always dreaded “where are you on my birthdays, where was my so called step-father when I had show’s at school or a presentation, where were you when I was being s****l assaulted by this step-father? Should I tell you the answer nowhere, Emily Woods Nweke married to Mike Emeka Nweke who sleeps around in the name of love when your b****y second husband who r***d twice when I was ten years old, that you covered up is still in the hospital struggling with cancer not yet dead. Denying the last name Nweke for money making me feel like a rejected never accepted child. You are not there so when you say emotion be careful not to me because I lost it a long time ago.” She was in tears now. “You could get out……” I got the slap of my life without my completing sentence. “Don’t you dare insult me like that Catherine and you’re going” she marched out trying not to cry the crocodile tears of her life”. I closed the door and went to bed with my anger boiling not just any kind of anger the anger that comes with rage and the will power to murder those you thought have hurt you. Then an idea hit me I would go after all then I would release my rage. I laughed into the night and slept of.I woke up that morning wore a nice jeans and an oversize sweat shirt and a cowboy boot. I went to Nelly room to warn her to keep to herself what had happened. Of course, she agreed and then there she was looking at me like I was a monster. “Can I ask you something?” she said in her Barbie voice. “Yes go on” I replied holding the door knob to go out “I think I enjoyed last night and I really like you but could we do this again?” “No” I left the room to join my mom in the car “At least say good morning” my mom said. I silently looked at her and looked out the window not ready to utter a word to her. After an hour we were in the hospital by her husband’s bed. They talked at length and my mom excused herself to get burgers for us. After the silence he spoke. “I’m so sorry for all I have done to you please forgive me. I let my selfish desires hurt you. I’m sorry, I would have taken it easy on you but you were sweet.” He looked at me while I stared at this mad s*x maniac “so sweet I wish we could do it again but I’ll be gentle” without thinking I reached for my jack knife I acquired in Nigeria that was a present from my dad on my fifth birthday and stabbed him in so many places till my rage was cooled. Blood was everywhere and on me too. I was l*****g the blood and cursing him with every foul language I could think of. I then sat waiting for whoever was to come in. after five minutes my mum came in with a nurse smiling which suddenly changed into a scream. I sat smiling like the devil herself happy I did what I had in mind. My mum stared at me while the police came in and handcuffed me before I went out of the room I looked at my mom then the dead body “you understand the reason why he is dead, well someone who r***d and assaulted you and is still asking for your forgiveness needs another round needs to die right”. I was now in the police car waiting to be taken away while mum just stared at me fearfully. Bang went my cell’s door. For a moment I looked around my new room and its content. The room was fairly big with a double decked bed located at the left hand side of the room and a girl was sleeping on the first bed below with her face to the wall. The walls were painted ice blue and a convenience was at the right hand side of the room which was badly lit. I didn’t mind to be here at least I my mind was at peace for the moment. I climbed up and sat down on the vacant bed still visualizing the stabbed body of my mom’s husband. I wish I could make him suffer more but of, course my mom would shield him knowing he was the reason why she inherited such money and if he wanted a divorce she sure would lose everything. Yet my mum was doing great with my dad before they got separated. I still wouldn’t forgive my mom for what she had done to me. She just failed as a mother, she just failed to understand that leaving my dad for the sake of inheriting their wealth and according to her provide for me, which was not what I wanted. Abused by her step husband and covering it up for her dignified name not be soiled was a stab to my soul. There she was bragging how well she trained me that I was an A student to her other colleagues yet in actual sense she was never around for me to share my sorrows, joys or pain. I was used to a quiet house, a never communicating house master or mistress just nodding and going away. I had turned into a lesbian. Though I had classmates that were just bearing the name my friends I never said anything close or intimate, I only made few suggestions and funny, provoking statement I was still the idol of the group.An alarm blared, a warder came in disturbing my thoughts. “You can go for now. I’m looking forward to see you again” the warder said. I smiled and followed him to the counter where my mum was waiting for me. I followed her into the car and we drove home. We walked silently into the sitting room. “Go wash up, the lawyer will be here in a few minute” my mum said as she walked away. I left to my room and later I was in the sitting room with the lawyer. My mum was talking to the lawyer on how I was mentally drained and tried to colour the picture of my being r***d and sexually abused by her husband. They went on how to convince the judge was that I wasn’t up to eighteen and I what I needed was a rehabilitating center or they would send me to teenage delinquency jail. When they were done talking what concerned them not me because I had done what I would have done a long time ago, the lawyer said “Catharine please no matter happens don’t talk pleas”I stood up and looked at my mum then to the lawyer “whether I go to jail or not” I said “I don’t care if my mum was around in the first place not traveling to where I don’t know her beast of a husband won’t have r***d me and as for the talking did I say a word when you were talking because if I do she knows” I walked away to my room.The next day I was driven to school and as I walked into the hallway to my locker people made way for me only a set of popular bullies blocked my way. The biggest among them swung a knife at me and I stood there staring at me. “I heard the news on TV what you did, so tough that you stabbed your dad to death” one them said. I ignored him and tried to move forward then I was pushed. “ If you push me again I will not just stab you I will slit your throat and shove you down the trash can and the rest of your g**g a bullet to your heads, pair of jackals” that did the magic I pushed through them went to my locker to keep my bag and get my books for my class. Guess who came around to talk to me, Nell and the g**g. They didn’t mind that I was a killer of old men already with cancer. “Oh my God, do you mean you stab him you are so weirdly cool” Natasha said.“Not only that, he got what he deserved” another shot out.“He r***d you right” Kimberly said.“No wonder you were quiet, what a father” Natasha said again We walked down to the class and took our seats it was English studies we had that morning. Mrs. Green came in and delivered her lecture and was looking at me as if I was going to kill her at the moment. When the bell rang I left the class and went to the school field to sit alone. I wasn’t in the mood for any interview, being weird and tagged a murderer is enough. I sat down on a bench and was reading my brains out. Then Natasha came with Nelly. They sat down sandwiching me in the middle. “I heard you do it rough and sweet” Natasha said. I looked at Nelly and was smiling stupidly. “you told her right” she giggled on “well I’m just telling you because in her partner and now we are three” she paused and looked at my face and my face as usual didn’t reflect any feeling, she went ahead “it will be so hot but right now I and Nelly will be doing a quickie in the bathroom you can join if you are in the mood”. They walked to the bathroom. I stood up packed my books and left for the hallway that leads to the library. Then I stopped short the same person who swung he knife at me in the morning was lying dead and his throat was slit. I picked the knife on the floor only for me to throw it back at the body and it went back to his body like a dart to the dart board more doom. I picked it up and cleaned the knife with my hand towel but I stepped back I saw that my snickers printed blood on my first two steps of withdrawal. I took my jacket off and cleaned my snickers and the print it made and hurried to the bathroom. I ran in locked the door and turn the tap too wash the blood of my hand towel and my jacket when the door of one of the toilet opened. It was Natasha and Nelly. “So glad you could join us’ Nelly said “what are you washing up there Cathy” Natasha said. “Nothing much I fell on the grass” I quickly lied. “I’m coming” I pushed them back into the toilet and went back to my washing. After a few minutes I washed them up and I did join Nat and Nelly not because I wanted to but any other case of murder on my head meant jail for life. After thirty minutes of silliness we went out of the toilet just to meet face to face with Mr. MacDonald the chemistry teacher. “Where you guys doing in there?” he said. “We were trying to clean her up she’s on her period” Natasha said“Well everyone is to the basketball court”“Why” Nelly said “Someone murdered Stanley and we are going to find out who” Mr. MacDonald