Her Tragic Tough-luck

She came home somber and subdued, as warm tears streaked gently on her face. Pain threatened to tear up her insides and the fear of consequences made her hands shake badly as she entered and sat on the floor of her hostel room. Once inside the safety room, she cried like a baby, shoulders heaving as great droplets of tears fell down like rain, "I'm finished, oh, I'm dead". She moaned, her eyes fell on the object in her hand and she cried harder. " What was I thinking?". No one was in the room with her to witness this Stark display of raw emotion and pain, her friends had gone out for lectures so she let loose and cried bitterly. Her tears told stories of failure, lost trust, deep agony and disappointment. Deborah was her name. She had gone two weeks ago to visit her friend who had promised to help her. She had met him a month ago on her way to school. They exchanged contacts and have been talking, texting and chatting on f*******: and w******p. Earlier that week she went to see him, she had went to see him, she had told him of a textbook a Lecturer asked them to buy in school. She had also told him how the lecturer threatened to fail any student who would not buy his textbook. He asked her to come to his place and get the five thousand naira for the textbook. ("Debby" he had greeted her excitedly as he opened the door to let her in for a hug. She didn't resist but stood stiff in his arms till he released her. She went in and sat down on a sofa. "Your place is very nice. You didn't tell me you lived in a storey building. Where are your parents?" She asked. "They are in their house, this house is mine. Dad gave it to me on my 26th birthday that was last year" he replied proudly. "You must have come from a very rich family. You're lucky. As for me. I lost my Dad in a ghastly motor accident when I was 8years and my mum is currently sick. She can't even walk". She said with tears rolling down her cheeks. "Oh, I'm so sorry about that Dear. So what may I assemble for your consumption?" He asked. "Nothing for now" She answered. "I ate before leaving the house but if I'm hungry, I'll let you know". She finished with a reassuring smile. He came to sit by her side and she shifted for him to sit, he came closer. "Patrick, I'm ........ you asked me to come and get the money for the textbook" she said shyly. "Debby, calm down. The money is here. I just want to let you know that you're the most beautiful woman I've ever set my eyes on". He said staring at at her. "Thank you" she said with a blush. She got a shock when he grabbed her close to him and kissed her. It happened so fast that she was unprepared for it. She felt a mix feeling of emotions at once but the reigning one was anger. She slapped him hard. "What's the meaning of this Patrick?" She called out. " What are you trying to prove ehn?". She questioned in anger. He didn't even look repentant. "Hey Debby, why are you getting yourself worked up? It's just a kiss come on". He said as he tried to come close again but she pushed him away and picked up her bag, then turned to leave. "Wait", he called out. She didn't answer. He caught up with her and held her arms, she struggled against him hitting him "calm down, I'm not going to hurt you", he said with all gentleness. "Why are you behaving like a child? You told me you are twenty-two, why then are you behaving as if you are not mature?" He asked with his voice raised a little. "I'm shy, I read that kissing enhances our s*x drive. Kissing also stimulates the brain hormones, dopamine and oxytocin both of which promote bonding and attachment in human beings". She said, sweating profusely. She looked at him and tried to pull away but his grip was too strong and her heart wasn't letting her rest. "Leave me", she whispered, "I beg you". "Listen to yourself, at twenty-two you're still a virgin? If you don't want to do it, why then did you come. Don't you know that, in life you use what you have to get what you want?" He asked in disappointment. "Patrick, you asked me to come and get the money for the textbook. I thought you just wanted to help?. If you don't help me now, I don't have anyone else to run to. My sick mother can't do anything" she said with tears welling up in her eyes. "Debby, I promised to give you the money and I'll fulfil the promise. I just want to have a taste of you. I'll give you everything you want". He breathed close to her head and dragged her close again. This time she didn't resist, she couldn't stop herself no matter how she tried her body betrayed her by responding to his touch and roving hands. Slowly, he stripped her off all her clothes one by one. It was all happening so fast, she couldn't even stop it if she wanted to. One minute she was still clothed and the other, she was clad in only her undies. "Stop" the voice of reason screamed in her heart but she was too lost to care, the pleasure was too much. Hands and mouth hot for each other, they looked like animals in heat, boxers flung, panties ripped, he deflowered her. Their breathing slowed and reality dawned on her and she wanted to bury herself into the sofa and never come out again. She just gave her virginity like a cheap w***e, she couldn't even bear looking at Patrick. "Debby", he mumbled as he reached for her. "I'm so sorry". She drew away hurriedly, picked up her clothes, wore them with tears streaming and pain tearing up her insides. " Here is ten thousand naira, take care of yourself" he said. She collected the money and left, walking in pains as her thighs hurt. And now, she is here in the hostel room with the pregnancy test result in her hand and it reads positive. "I'm a disappointment, I'm a disgrace. Oh my tragic tough-luck" she cried out.